Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

"Good judgment and execution..."

Seeing that Tracebe broke through Sanada's motionlessness in one fell swoop, Yukimura's eyes became more solemn.

Being able to prepare to judge Sanada's moving position and play such a bold smash with great predictability, Keigo Atobe is well-deserved.

Mao Suzaburo's eyes were scorching, and he could also see that the smash hit by Tracebe just now was not the one that made the final decision when he played against him.

"Really a bold idea..."

The waltz toward disillusionment, this highly ornamental smash ball once again appeared on the stage of the national competition, directly aroused the emotions of many spectators off the court.

Off the court.

Sanada glanced deeply at the triumphant Atobe, and didn't say much about Atobe's provocative remarks.

Huh~

Taking a deep breath in his chest, Sanada returned to his backcourt.

Although it can be regarded as resisting his wind and mountains, but...

A cold color flashed in his eyes, and Sanada's expression began to become more serious.

Bang bang bang...

His hands kept moving, and he pressed the tennis ball against the ground a few times.

Huh~

Sanada leaned back slightly, his palm holding the ball swung upward, and the tennis ball was thrown into the air by him.

Immediately afterwards, the whole body tightened, and the arm drove the racket behind his head to suddenly make a slashing motion.

Swish...wish...wish...

After the violent sound of wind pressure, the racket swinging his entire arm turned into afterimages.

Puff!

The pale yellow light flickered, and the tennis ball had disappeared.

"The wind speed is faster!"

Tracebu's eyes stared at Sanada's introductory shot, and his pupils seemed to produce a playback picture, and a trace of afterimage was deprived of him, and he quickly returned to the moment of hitting the ball.

"it's here!"

With a chuckle, the trail's toes are slightly cushioned, and his body slides to the right.

The slender arm waved confidently at the part of the air.

Puff!

It was not too soon, and the tennis just fell into his net. Then, Tracebe pulled instantly, and the tennis ball quickly flew back towards Sanada's backhand.

Puff!

Waiting for him was Sanada, who had already been seated, waving a backhand, and the tennis ball disappeared with the racket for a moment.

Step on...

Trace Department quickly ran towards the bottom line on the other side of him.

"Drink, nice backhand!"

With good footwork, Tracebe used the front end of the racket to pull back the gust of wind that hit the opposite corner at the very moment of the shot.

The tennis ball shuttled back with a strong side spin.

The next moment, a calm figure came to the net at some point.

"Xu Rulin!"

Strong and confident words came out of the mouth.

Faced with a tennis ball with a special spin, Sanada's racket hung down, slanting everything down.

Huh...

Like dead leaves, the spin above the tennis ball was completely eliminated by Sanada. After drawing a low arc, the tennis ball slipped to the ground.

"15-0"

Looking at Sanada in front of the net, Tsuki was dumbfounded, and Sanada considered the follow-up of each goal.

"Has the weakness of the backhand been overcome..."

On the high stage, Ninzuken also stared a little bit wide. Although he still couldn't see Sanada's introductory shot, he still saw Sanada's backhand progress just now.

"Are these people all monsters?"

Ninzuken was also a little tired in his heart. Only in the past three days, Sanada quickly made up for the shortcomings that had been exposed at the beginning.

It's no wonder that Shinzuken was also surprised. Originally, this kind of shot that exceeded the normal range of the naked eye was terrifying, but now Sanada is still constantly raising the upper limit.

But what he might not have thought was that Sanada's backhand had reached that limit early in the morning, and it was just a kick.

...

Off the court.

Sanada's fierce offensive is still unfolding.

Compared to before, the four real intentions of Fenglin Volcano are now more smoothly used by him, and the series of offensives combined with two or three makes the trace department a little embarrassed.

boom!

As fast as the wind!

Stepping into the midfield, Sanada has another sharp bottom corner rushing like the wind.

With a trace of helplessness on his face, he could only chase towards the bottom corner.

Puff!

The tennis ball was barely blocked by his stretched racket, but it gave Sanada a chance.

"Oops!"

Looking at the high-flying tennis ball, Tracebu said in his heart a bad sound. He thought of Sanada's smashing ball like a raging fire.

"Aggression is like fire!"

Sure enough, with a loud shout, Sanada leaped up.

Puff!

Like a burning red flame, the tennis ball slammed heavily on the midfield line of the trail, leaving a scorched mark on the ground.

"Game, Shinichiro Sanada, 2-1 at the High School Affiliated to Tachikai University."

"Exchange venue."

The situation is reversed and Sanada takes the lead again!

Tracebe thought about looking at the tennis ball on the ground, a trace of understanding appeared in his eyes. Sanada's attacks seemed random and unstructured, but in fact they were all traces to follow.

First, concentrate your opponent’s attention, spend your mind on observing the path of the wind, then use the wind to constantly move diagonally, and then find the flaws, and finally use the trick to end the blow...

Based on the rapids and winds, the wind and fire are constantly interspersed, and the tennis system that Sanada has developed by himself has basically taken shape.

And the effect of this slightly formed is also amazing, the attack is linked to each other, and the occasional defense is also impenetrable under the blessing of the attack.

The whole person in the trace department is obviously silent, and he himself knows very well that this kind of opponent with a complete tennis system is very difficult to deal with.

...

Huh~

The tennis ball is thrown away, and the trace is just a very standard swing of the racket. Don't use Tang Huaise to serve for the time being, Trace Department is ready to feel Sanada's closed-loop offensive.

The tennis ball crossed the net at high speed, and a look of surprise appeared in the eyes of the opposite Sanada.

Although he didn't understand why Trace Department didn't use Tang Huaise to serve again, he would not let go of such a good opportunity.

"As fast as the wind!"

boom!

...

"Xu Rulin!"

Snapped…

"Sanada Genichiro scored, the score was 15-0."

...

boom!

...

boom!

"30-0"

The trail department tried to delay each back and forth as long as possible, and Sanada's system also gave him a lot of inspiration.

"However, the serve still cannot be lost."

With a smile at the corner of his mouth, the posture that is different from the regular serve is again put out.

Huh...

Toss the ball to draw the pat, all in one go.

After practicing, I don't know how many times to serve skillfully.

"Something changed again?"

Sanada frowned. Behind the scenes, he thought it was because his wrists couldn't bear the pressure, but now it seems...

Step on...

Without time to think, Sanada's speed began to explode.

Puff!

I got it!

Compared to the embarrassment in the first game, this time Sanada hit back to Tang Huaise of Trace Department to serve.

"Are you going to come to that double smash?"

Seeing the trailhead rising into the air, Sanada clenched his hands tightly, and muttered softly to himself.

"No, it's wrong! It's a fake move."

The trace of the racket held high in the air flicked a shot, and the smash ball that was originally going to be shot was smashed sideways by him.

boom!

The tennis ball drew a straight yellow light in the air, hitting Sanada's bottom line.

"15-30"

"Damn it!"

...

Trace Department smiled slightly and walked straight to the backcourt to tee off again.

boom!

"30-30"

...

boom!

"Game, Jingwu, 2-2, at the relics of Bingdi Academy."

"Clam……"

Sanada panted slightly, the tactics and strategies of the nasty guy opposite were quite good on the court.

...

"Really fierce competition."

The ball pen in Gan Zhenzhi's hand has not stopped, whether it is Sanada or the trail department, both of which give him too much to record.

"Yes, Bingdi's eyesight is really good, my eyes are sore now."

Rubbing his big eyes, Eiji Kikumaru said in admiration. His dynamic vision is excellent, but after a few rounds, he looked at Sanada's quotes and became blurred.

"Eiji, did you see that Sanada's shot?!"

Hearing the words of his companions around him, Dashi looked surprised.

"I just saw it at first, but now it's a little uncomfortable."

Kikumaru's expression on his face made everyone look at him. Even Tezuka and Fuji looked sideways.

"Fuji's dynamic vision is excellent..."

The dry white mirror light flashed, and quickly recorded it on the page where Qingxue was written.

"Watch it well, the temptation is over, and the real contest is next."

Putting his arms around his chest, Tezuka's steady words sounded in the ears of several people.

"The real contest?"

Everyone in Qingxue was taken aback for a moment. Was the intensity as intense just as tentative? They looked at Tezuka suspiciously.

However, Tezuka had already turned his head, leaving only a tall figure for them, without further explanation.

call……

I don't know how to say it, for a while, the breathing of several people is a little heavy.

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