My Prince of Tennis has a high proficiency level.

Bang!

on the field.

Shibukawa's return shot landed precisely near Fuji's right baseline. The precise control of the shot put Fuji, who was moving quickly towards the ball, instinctively feeling the pressure.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

In the blink of an eye.

The two then exchanged blows for seven or eight rounds.

Fuji's mindset shifted from initial surprise to a state where he dared not be careless in the slightest. If he ignored the other's appearance and attire, he even felt as if he were facing off against Tezuka a year and a half ago.

Do not!

He's even stronger than Tezuka was back then!

Fuji remembered clearly that his opponent was injured and unable to unleash his full strength. As for Fuji himself, he had done everything in his power to fight and snatch victory.

The familiar sense of oppression returned, and there were signs that the dormant emotions in Fuji's heart were about to be awakened.

Bang!

And this time.

A sharp, dagger-like strike landed precisely on the side, and bounced out of Fuji's face as Fuji's pupils suddenly contracted.

fast!

quasi!

ruthless!

The two players had engaged in more than twenty high-level exchanges, yet the opponent's hitting ability remained unaffected.

"It seems we've encountered no ordinary enemy this time!"

Fuji took a deep breath to calm himself down.

Bang!

soon.

Fuji serves again.

But this time, he served a relatively ordinary serve.

"It's nothing special."

"It definitely doesn't have the same visual impact as before."

"But this is the real showdown."

The ordinary team members felt that Fuji seemed to be showing weakness, but Sengoku, Uesugi and others knew very well that this genius of Seigaku had obviously switched to serious mode.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

really.

Then, when Fuji returned the ball, he tried to extend the landing point as far as possible, and every ball was hit close to the sideline, which looked quite intimidating.

"It's that kind of shot again!"

Seeing Fuji's shot that went to the edge of the box, Muromachi instinctively shuddered. He had just been completely dominated by Fuji, without any strength to fight back.

"Is my brother... serious?"

Yuta looked thoughtful.

From childhood to adulthood, Fuji has always been the role model his parents used to educate him. Fuji can do everything very well, leaving no room for criticism.

This is how learning works.

This is how it is when doing housework.

Even in tennis, he's no exception. Fuji has exceptional talent; he learns almost anything instantly and is always seen as the most dazzling genius.

Yuta himself lived beside this dazzling star for a full twelve years. Its brilliance was so overwhelming that he had to leave its gravitational pull in order to obtain the life he desired.

At this moment, Fuji was clearly serious. And his opponents, generally speaking, would be engulfed by that blazing light.

"However, that's Minister Shechuan!"

Yuta turned his gaze to the black-haired boy on the court who was fiercely battling Fuji and holding his own.

He also wanted to know whether his brother, the epitome of "invincibility" in his heart, would win, or whether the other boy, who had changed the course of his life and was himself a symbol of "miracle," would emerge victorious.

Bang!

On the court, Shechuan rallied the ball with a backhand stroke.

Tap tap!

Fuji strode forward, and almost as soon as he reached the tennis ball, he drew his racket. With a thud, he returned the opponent's fierce attack.

Bang!

However, for Shibukawa, whose footwork was already masterful, he caught up almost half a step ahead, and then delivered a quick forehand smash.

Meanwhile, Fuji on the opposite side also ran towards the tennis ball, not to be outdone, and the distance between the two players and the ball visibly shortened.

...

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The fierce confrontation continued.

The two players attacked at an increasingly rapid pace. The end result was that some people couldn't even see the trajectory of the tennis ball clearly.

"Gudu."

Seeing this, someone instinctively asked, "Are these two really middle school students like us?"

"Wow, so strong!"

"The minister is one thing, but Fuji's strength has also reached such an astonishing level!"

This match almost shattered the Yamabuki team's understanding of competition. In their memory, only the duel between Shibukawa and Akutsu a month ago could barely be compared to this match.

Fuji's playing style is too flashy.

Each shot was like a painter creating a masterpiece; the racket swing was as if a brush were being wielded. The trajectory of the tennis balls was incredibly beautiful, making it impossible not to cheer and applaud him, even if you were on the opposing team!

In contrast, Shibukawa is like a ruthless tennis machine. His ball control is incredibly precise, his shot speed is fast, and his footwork is equally astonishing. Even if his shots aren't the most visually appealing, his decisive and swift style is like a sharp sword—clean, crisp, and full of sharpness.

"This person...is incredibly strong!"

To outsiders, it might seem that he and his opponent were evenly matched, but Fuji knew very well that he was the one who was at a disadvantage.

As the competition progressed, Fuji's playing style gradually shifted from flashy to simple. By removing those unnecessary fancy moves, he became more similar to Shibukawa's style of play.

This actually shows that Fuji can no longer maintain his own style and has been forced into the opponent's rhythm.

Bang!

Suddenly.

Another ball landed.

Shibukawa's shots were very close to the sideline. Although they didn't quite reach the point where they landed on the boundary line, the sheer number of these shots made Fuji feel breathless.

Snapped!

Sudden.

When Fuji caught the ball, he seemed to be distracted and accidentally hit the ball high.

"A great opportunity!"

Seeing Fuji's mistake, the Yamabuki team members immediately perked up. Shibukawa, without hesitation, immediately got up and leaped into the air.

Judging from his expression, he was clearly going to smash the ball.

"Great, let's just take the points cleanly and decisively!"

Someone shouted.

"It's not that simple."

However, former department head Uesugi, standing in the crowd, secretly shook his head. Others might not know, but how could he not know how strong Fuji was?

In that match, he suffered greatly from his opponent's spikes and counter-attacks.

"wrong!"

At the same time, Nan realized what was happening and blurted out, "This wasn't a mistake; it was played on purpose."

Swish!

Upon hearing this, the rest of the Yamabuki regulars, including some second- and third-year representatives, all seemed to realize something and their expressions changed.

"It's the giant bear retaliating!"

Dongfang lowered his voice and said, "Back then, in the semifinals of the tournament, Captain Uesugi was defeated because his smashes were broken repeatedly, completely due to this one-handed attack!"

"The bear retaliates?"

Upon hearing this, Kanzuki, who was still pondering Fuji's purpose, suddenly brightened up. He subconsciously glanced at Sengoku beside him and saw that the other was also looking at him.

Unlike the others, the first thing that came to their minds was yesterday afternoon's two-on-one duel.

"so......"

"This is going to be interesting."

Instantly.

Their gazes fell on Shibukawa.

They knew very well that Shibukawa, who also possessed the "Giant Bear Counter," a smash technique that naturally countered their own, would not fall for their tricks.

The remaining question is how the opponent will counter this move.

"The only one."

At the same time, Shibukawa, who was making a smash in mid-air, looked at Fuji, who was calm on the ground, and thought to himself, "Let me let you experience what it feels like to be helpless in the face of a smash."

boom!

With that thought, Shibukawa suddenly smashed the tennis ball down.

"It's over!"

"Minister Shibukawa really didn't see that match back then, and has no idea that it's impossible to hit a smash against Fuji!"

The Yamabuki members groaned inwardly.

On one side of the court, after seeing Shibukawa's spike, a glint of light flashed in Fuji's eyes. Then, he turned around and crouched down, his hands opening rapidly like a bird spreading its wings, revealing the [Giant Bear Counterattack] move.

Snapped!

however.

The feeling of the racket bearing the impact of a smash, which Fuji had imagined, did not come.

"That is?"

"How is this possible?!"

In contrast, the other Yamabuki team members watched Shibukawa's spike as if they had seen a ghost.

"Touching the internet?!"

Uesugi's pupils contracted.

At this moment, what he saw reflected in his eyes was the image of Shechuan's fierce smash, which slammed straight into the white rope of the barrier net.