My Prince of Tennis has a high proficiency level.

Even Fuji's eyes showed disbelief at this moment.

This is only the fourth time.

His unbeatable ball skills were actually cracked by someone else?!

Chapter 81 Breaking the Three Antis: The Unfathomable Minister Yamabuki

"So, what the minister just gave Yuta was really a weight?"

When they saw Shibukawa break Fuji's [Swallow Return Flash], the Yamabuki members on the scene looked on incredulously.

It's hard to imagine that the opponent had been playing against Fuji while wearing weights the whole time, and yet still maintained such precise ball control.

"it turns out......"

Fuji's expression was rather unpleasant.

If it weren't for his gentle nature, he probably would have lost his composure by now. Even so, he still showed some signs of 'unstable Dao heart'.

"call!"

Taking a deep breath, Fuji calmed down again.

He knew very well that losing his temper in the face of such a formidable enemy would only hasten his defeat. Only a sufficiently calm approach could allow him to resolve the immediate problem.

But the more he thought about it, the more his head ached.

Mind, skill, body...

The Yamabuki Minister in front of him has absolutely no weaknesses. Even in a protracted battle, Fuji has no advantage whatsoever.

So... I'm very likely to lose?

The moment this thought crossed his mind, Fuji's gaze unconsciously drifted to Yuta, who was standing in the middle of the crowd not far away. Thinking of the scene where Shibukawa had handed the load to him earlier, for some reason, Fuji, who usually had little desire for victory or defeat, felt a sudden tightness in his chest.

Swish!

Suddenly.

Fuji opened his eyes.

The calm and gentle expression on his face vanished, replaced by an unprecedented composure. A sharp glint flashed in his amber eyes.

"That look...it's terrifying!"

Many members of the Yamabuki team instinctively narrowed their pupils upon seeing this.

If Fuji before felt like a warm spring breeze, then Fuji now, with his eyes fully open, is like a biting winter wind, sending chills down one's spine.

Bang!

Soon, Shibukawa hit the tennis ball.

Fuji's return was swift and decisive, but Shibukawa reacted even faster, returning the tennis ball in an instant. Fuji accelerated to catch up and unleashed a powerful backhand smash.

Bang!

The tennis ball was hit hard and sent flying, tracing a sharp arc. The spin on it took effect, causing the tennis ball, which should have flown out of bounds, to suddenly increase its downward speed.

With a snap.

To the astonishment of onlookers, the tennis ball bounced off the sideline.

"Is this his true strength?"

Many Yamabuki members were deeply shaken by what they saw.

Bang!

But then, Shibukawa, who had caught up with the tennis ball, retaliated without hesitation. He swung his racket and, at the very moment it touched the ball, forcefully shoved it.

Stab it!

But the tennis ball suddenly began to spin violently like an oval egg, and then deflected in a large arc, falling towards the corner of the court as if threaded through a needle.

"Gudu."

Everyone was shocked.

Compared to Fuji's sharpness, Shibukawa's counterattack was even more ferocious. But this was only the beginning; the two moved with increasing speed, each attack as dangerous as a flying knife grazing the scalp.

In the eyes of others, every move was potentially fatal.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

on the field.

A chilling showdown is about to unfold.

The more people looked, the more alarmed they became.

"hateful!"

As time went on, Fuji, who hadn't been training hard, gradually started to feel the strain.

He is not a machine after all.

Each swing of the racket puts a strain on his wrist. The continuous long rallies have already caused him to feel muscle soreness, and his shooting speed has subtly slowed down.

In contrast, Shechuan clearly has more sparring ability to withstand.

Fuji knew very well that if things continued like this, he would definitely be dragged down by the other party.

The score was now 15-40, and Fuji had earned a break point.

Winning this point would not only tie the overall score at 1-1, but Fuji could also use it to build momentum and weaken his opponent.

Because tennis matches are inherently a process of give and take. Whoever has a stronger belief will gain a greater advantage.

and so.

This point is very important to Fuji.

call!

Just then.

A gentle breeze blew by, suddenly calming Fuji, who had been somewhat agitated. The autumn wind carried a touch of coolness, dispelling Fuji's anxiety, and with his mind clear, a smile appeared on his lips.

"What a nice breeze."

Bang!

immediately.

To everyone's astonishment, Fuji suddenly made a move, sending the tennis ball high into the air.

"what?"

"No way? At that height... the ball is definitely out of bounds!"

"Maintaining such a high intensity of competition will make even the calmest mind overheat. It's normal to make mistakes."

Some were surprised, while others thought it was only natural.

"Oh."

Fuji, however, revealed a mysterious smile after hitting that shot.

"No! That's not right!"

Just then, a gasp suddenly came from the crowd.

Staring at the eastern sky, someone exclaimed in surprise, "The tennis ball is falling! It's not out of bounds!!!"

Whoosh!

The words fell.

The tennis ball fell straight down and hit Shibukawa behind him with a thud.

"not good!"

"Minister, step back quickly! We can't let him score that ball, otherwise..."

"No, it's too late!"

The Yamabuki group gasped in surprise.

Fuji's trick was so subtle that most people would just assume the tennis ball went out of bounds and wouldn't think twice. The result is what we're seeing now: the tennis ball lands and we can't react at all.

"That is indeed a very amazing idea."

Just as everyone was in shock, Shibukawa looked up at Fuji on the other side: "But unfortunately, Fuji, the variations in your ball skills are too complex, which has become a fatal flaw."

A fatal flaw?

Everyone was completely confused.

Shibukawa, on the other hand, smiled and slowly stroked the racket in his hand vertically.

Whoosh!

Just then.

The tennis ball that landed behind him spun wildly before bouncing forward without warning. Watching the trajectory of the ball sent chills down the spines of those trying to get Shibukawa back to defend.

If Shibukawa had retreated in a panic, he would definitely have missed the flying tennis ball.

It was at this moment that...

With a smile, Shechuan flicked his racket outwards, the deflected racket face making perfect contact with the incoming tennis ball.

Bang!

A crisp sound.

The tennis ball slammed into the ground like a bullet, kicking up clouds of dust.

"3, 30-40!"

The referee, sitting on the high chair, spoke in a trembling voice.

The people at the scene were completely dumbfounded. There were too many reversals in this instant. Their emotions went up and down like a roller coaster, and they were even a little numb.

"this......"

at the same time.

Even the usually calm Fuji showed a slight twitching on his face at this moment.

Seeing this, Shibukawa, who had just countered Fuji's third counter-attack ball, "White Whale," smirked slightly, thinking to himself, "If this were a fantasy or Xianxia world, having one's ultimate move broken instantly would be considered a shattered Dao heart, wouldn't it?"

That's pretty much it.

In the original story, Fuji faced Shiraishi Kuranosuke, the captain of Shitenhoji, in the semifinals of the National Tournament. Fuji was completely overwhelmed when Shiraishi broke through his opponent's three-hit backhand and disappearing serve.

In the end, it was the protagonist Echizen's persuasive words that awakened Fuji, leading to the upgrade of the third counter-attack and the birth of the fifth type of return shot.

But there is no Ryoma Echizen now.

After his three counters were broken, Fuji was completely bewildered. In the following match, he was completely on the defensive.

...

Bang!

soon.

The match entered the 20rd minute.

With a precise smash from Shibukawa, the referee, seated high on his chair, immediately announced loudly: "Match over! Shibukawa wins! Score... 6-0!"

The words fell.

After a brief silence, the scene erupted in enthusiastic cheers.

"I...lost?"

Fuji, who had been down 0-6, looked at his opponent with a complicated expression.

At the end of the first game, he had a premonition that he might lose. But he never expected the result to be so tragic; the so-called genius of Seigaku lost to his opponent 0-6!