My Prince of Tennis has a high proficiency level.

"no problem."

Shechuan smiled and nodded.

He didn't intentionally want to fight Fuji, nor did he intend to hold back. With his current strength, he wouldn't be afraid even if he faced Tezuka.

Since that's the case, it wouldn't hurt to play along with them.

...

"Wow, that boy in the blue shirt is amazing!"

Outside the barbed wire fence, Yuuki stared wide-eyed at Fuji's easy victory over Muromachi, her face filled with disbelief.

"Yes, she is indeed very strong."

Yumi nodded seriously.

As the daughter of a former professional player, although she did not pursue a career in tennis, her understanding of tennis matches surpasses that of most people.

A match must be played in at least six games.

Each side had three serve opportunities, plus the time wasted switching positions in between. Logically, a match that could be completed in 20 minutes would be considered a complete domination.

Similar to the records in track and field.

In tennis, the difficulty of closing a match increases as the time decreases. At the 20-minute mark, every 10 seconds reduction in match time becomes a remarkable achievement.

But this boy named Fuji shortened the match time to within 10 minutes.

Looking at Muromachi, his basic skills are very good, and he is very aggressive and daring in the early stages of the game, making him a very active attacking player.

It's hard to imagine just how strong Fuji is, that he could be instantly defeated with such power.

"Hey, Yumi-nee, Shin is out."

At this moment, Yuki saw Shibukawa step forward, let Muromachi leave, and then start chatting with Fuji.

"Wait, wait a minute."

After a pause, when she saw Shibukawa and Fuji retreating towards the baseline as if they had agreed to something, Yuuki's eyes widened and she exclaimed, "No way! Are they going to have a match?!"

No wonder she was so shocked.

Fuji's performance just now was obvious to everyone; he was far stronger than ordinary people. It was like a powerful dragon stepping into Yamabuki territory. Logically speaking, Shibukawa, as the head of Yamabuki, had already tolerated it, so there was no need to make things more complicated.

"Little letter..."

Yumi glanced at her son, a thoughtful look in her eyes. Although she didn't know Shibukawa very well, from their interactions over the past few days, she knew he wasn't the type to act impulsively.

Looking at Shibukawa, who was standing at the baseline of the court, ready to receive the serve, Yumi subconsciously clenched her fist and said, "I believe in him."

"The match begins, one game to decide the winner."

After the two players took their positions, the third-year referee, who had been in charge of the previous match, perked up and said with a serious expression, "Fuji serves, game over!"

Snapped!

Snapped!

Snapped!

The words fell.

All eyes were on the brown-haired boy gently tapping the tennis ball on the left side of the court.

Because of his previous victory over Uesugi in the main tournament and his recent dominant crushing of Muromachi, the Yamabuki team is still quite wary of Fuji.

"Tsk tsk."

Hidden among the crowd, Mizuki's eyes fell on Fuji with a smile: "Your luck is pretty good today. This time, you should be able to get satisfactory data."

The rest of the group, including Sengoku, Uesugi, and Akutsu, who stayed away from the crowd and seemed very aloof, all had their eyes fixed on Fuji.

Snapped!

immediately.

Then I saw the other person grab the tennis ball in their hand.

"Shibukawa Shin, you were able to defeat Sengoku and Minami and gain the recognition of Coach Yamabuki and Uesugi. Your strength is definitely not that simple."

"Hmm, let's use that trick to test your limits."

The thought crossed my mind.

To the astonishment of those around him, Fuji did not toss the tennis ball up as usual. Instead, he held the ball in his left hand in front of his chest, then gently twirled it between his fingers.

Slurp.

The tennis ball falls freely with a certain amount of spin.

"Wait a minute?"

"Is he going to use a slice serve?"

"Damn it, this guy is way too arrogant!!!"

Realizing that Fuji was likely planning to 'humiliate' Shibukawa with a slice serve, the Yamabuki players around them immediately turned grim.

Bang!

But Fuji wouldn't slow down because of their reaction. With a crisp sound, the tennis ball was sliced ​​and hit away.

"Is that really a slice serve?"

"Has this guy gone mad? His opponent isn't Muromachi, does he really want to provoke Shibukawa (the club president)?!"

"wrong......"

Among the crowd, however, one person noticed the change in the ball. That person was Sengoku, who possessed excellent dynamic vision.

In his view, although the ball was hit with a slice, the spin variation was not simple.

really.

After the tennis ball landed, it did not bounce immediately, but instead spun rapidly close to the ground.

until a certain moment.

The tennis ball, as if it had finished charging up, bounced up without warning.

"Are they trying to exploit a time difference?"

Uesugi, Mizuki, and the others frowned.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

However, the changes on the tennis ball didn't end there. To everyone's disbelief, the tennis ball, which had been flashing left and right, flew a distance and then...disappeared right before everyone's eyes!

"what?!"

A gasp of surprise rippled through the crowd as the tennis ball vanished into thin air.

Yumi and Yuki, standing outside the stadium, looked as if they had seen a ghost, their faces filled with disbelief.

Tennis... has disappeared?!

"The effect is quite good."

At the same time, after testing the effects of his newly developed special move, Fuji smiled.

This was a little trick he came up with on a whim not long ago. He originally just wanted to give it a try, but now it seems that the actual results are even better than he imagined.

But that's normal.

His serve is a surprise tactic; if used suddenly, even players of the same level might not be able to react to it.

"Ok?"

however.

The next moment, Fuji seemed to see something, and his squinted eyes suddenly opened.

Swish!

A figure suddenly pulled back, revealing himself to be Shibukawa in a hitting stance. With an unchanged expression, he raised his racket and, without hesitation, smashed it towards the empty space in front of him.

Bang!

Then.

A crisp sound of the ball hitting the ground rang out.

The tennis ball that had disappeared was suddenly brought back out of thin air by his powerful smash.

"Well."

Fuji's expression changed slightly.

He suddenly realized that the person in front of him was probably more difficult to deal with than he had imagined.

Chapter 79 Breaking the Counter-Attack: Fuji's Shock

Bang!

The tennis ball hit the baseline.

After seeing the landing point clearly, Fuji's expression changed again.

Not only did his opponent return his "missing serve," but their control of the ball's landing point was also incredibly precise. This meant that the person in front of him was not in the game at all.

Tap tap!

Immediately, Fuji also began to take action.

Realizing his opponent was no ordinary player, he rallied, caught up with the tennis ball, and swung his racket lightly. Feeling the impact transmitted through the racket face as it touched his hand, Fuji's expression subtly changed.

"It didn't look like a very forceful strike, but it's so heavy?"

but.

Fuji, being a genius, immediately spun his racket. By tilting the racket face, he artificially created friction on the tennis ball, reducing some of the force.

Whoosh!

Immediately, he gently pushed the tennis ball with his racket, sending it flying backwards. And the landing point was none other than Shibukawa's backhand.

"Oh?"

Sengoku, Kanzuki, and the others outside the stadium raised their eyebrows at the sight.

Mizuki clicked her tongue and said with a hint of amusement, "I didn't expect this genius from Seigaku to have such a strong personality."

"Ah."

Sengoku nodded in agreement.

Beneath Fuji's seemingly amiable exterior lies a proud heart. Previously, neither Uesugi nor Muromachi had been able to put pressure on him.

But now, Shibukawa has broken Fuji's ultimate move with a single move, and even a clay figure would still have some temper.

Tap tap!

Unfortunately, Shibukawa is a man of few words and ruthless actions. The moment Fuji's counterattack arrived, he strode over with astonishing speed.

"It's the Shrinking Step!"

Nan, Dongfang, and the others seemed to realize something and quickly came to their senses.

"Not small steps."

But Sengoku, who had seen the entire operation clearly, shook his head and said, "These are small, quick steps. Obviously, this guy has a deeper understanding of footwork."

"He's still too well-rounded."

Uesugi spoke with a wry smile.

He witnessed Shibukawa overtake him, and then, at an incomprehensible speed, leave almost all the Yamabuki members, including himself, far behind.

Originally, Shibukawa's physique wasn't strong enough, so he mainly trained his physical fitness. Later, his technique wasn't good enough, so he started to improve his playing style by strengthening various ball skills.

Now, even the most difficult footwork in tennis has been mastered by Shibukawa.

Uesugi couldn't figure out what weaknesses the opponent might have.