Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

Seven or eight minutes later.

Yuu got stuck and returned to the court. In the next singles two game, he must win, so as to add one point to the subsequent doubles.

Only when one match point is less than the pressure, Mukai and Shiobe will be more assured and bold.

soon.

The broadcast on the court sounded.

"Next, the singles No. 2 match is about to start, with Bingdi Academy topping Yuu and playing against Seiichi Komura, a high school affiliated with Tachikai University."

Wow...

The appearance of these two people suddenly aroused the enthusiasm of the audience.

On one side is the young minister of the High School Affiliated to Lihai University, while on the other side is Bingdi's strongest combat power. Moreover, the two seem to have not had any defeats since the competition.

Not to mention that this is a key game that is related to being able to get the match point first. It is also exciting to see such a collision between two strong players.

"Is it finally here!"

On the stands, the eyes under Tezuka's lenses flashed, and a very serious expression appeared on his face. He knew that as long as Bingdi and Lihai collided a few times, the two would fight each other one day.

Whether it is Seiichi Yukimura or Yushang Yu, they are strong opponents that he does not have full confidence in dealing with.

"Fuji, you have to watch this game well!"

Turning his head to look at a friend he had known since elementary school, Tezuka said very seriously.

Fu Zhousuke was taken aback, and he opened his eyes rarely, revealing the azure blue eyes inside. This was the first time he saw Tezuka, who had been carefully ordered by him.

"Yeah! I will look good."

There was a solemn smile on his face, and Buer's voice became more serious.

The same is true for Sitianbao Temple, Shiraishi folded his chest with his arms, and looked forward to the upcoming game with great interest on his face.

...

"Unexpectedly, I really ran into it."

There is a rare trace of tension and excitement in Shang Xian Yu's heart, a feeling that he hasn't seen for a long time.

"Be careful!"

Trace Department lightly patted Shang Shan Yu's shoulder, and reminded him in a low voice.

Although he believed in the strength of Shang Shan Yu, the rumored strength of the minister opposite was equally terrifying, and he even had the faint name of "son of god" in Kanagawa Prefecture.

How confident and arrogant this is. Even the uncle of his ruins did not dare to impose the title of "God" in vain.

"Relax! What I said before still counts."

Shang Yuu smiled confidently, threw his coat toward the track department, and walked off the court eagerly.

Trace Department first took it subconsciously, and then changed his mind to say something, but Tsung Yuu had already walked on, and immediately smiled helplessly.

"You guy... don't really lose~"

Looking at the back of Shang Shun Yu, his heart now does not want Shun Yu to lose to others.

...

On the periphery, Ajiujin leaned on the railing of the high platform alone, because of the bad breath radiating from his body, a large circle was naturally vacated around him.

He stared sharply at the court, as if he had heard all the arguments outside this time, he whispered to himself with disdain, "How could that guy lose, a bunch of idiots!"

Recalling the shot of Jackie Yu that he swung directly at his neck, he still has lingering fears.

snort!

Unconsciously, a trace of beast's aura appeared on him.

Of course, this makes the audience around here feel that Ajutsu is a super terrifying bad.

"Can't afford to provoke... Can't afford to provoke..."

...

Under the court.

Yukimura walked to the net with a confident and gentle smile.

After stretching out a white palm towards the shirt, he smiled and said, "I said before, I look forward to fighting with you."

"Oh?"

Jackie Yu raised his brows slightly, remembering what Yukimura said when he opened the game, which was what it meant.

And now it's such a calm and confident tone, it's really superb.

"I was looking forward to fighting against Yukimura a long time ago." Ignoring Yukimura's careful thoughts, Tsung Yuu also smiled and stretched out his hand to shake him.

He didn't expect Yukimura in the first grade to have a black belly unexpectedly.

Yukimura's expression remained as usual, and smiled like Mu Chunfeng: "Then let us cherish this opportunity."

"Naturally! You choose."

Jackie Yu looked at Yukimura with both eyes, gently pinching the handle of the racket with his fingers, and said in a strong tone.

"just."

Huh...

Hearing the words, Yuu Yu's fingertips exerted force, and the racket spun under the gaze of the two.

Patter...

"It looks like I'm lucky!"

Picking up the racket, Yuu smiled brightly.

...

"At the beginning of the game, Bingdi Academy topped the ball and served, and the game ended."

Holding the racket, after walking silently to the service line, his shirt was full of excitement.

"Then let's start!"

He closed his eyes and inhaled lightly, and instantly a large amount of air was absorbed by him into his lungs, a tingling sensation spread all over the body.

Then, throw the ball and swing!

Puff!

There is no special technique, just a simple instant wave.

The tennis ball turned into a golden light and flashed over Yukimura's feet instantly.

"15-0"

"What an amazing speed!"

On the stage, Shiraishi and Liu Lian'er opened their eyes, and the serve of Top Yuu was about to reach the critical point of their perception.

"Even if it is barely received at such a speed, it will not be able to organize a complete attack."

Liu Lian paused in his second-hand pen. The speed of this ball is definitely over 220 per hour.

"Very good serve, top classmate Yuu!"

Yukimura said calmly. The temptation of shirt Yu just now did not disappoint him.

"Ah……"

The shirt sneered coldly and didn't respond. Fortunately, at this time, Yukimura does not have the habit of playing in a jacket, otherwise...

Huh!

The tennis ball flew again, the muscles on his arms twisted slightly, and his wrist pressed the racket with a simple and extremely simple wave.

Puff!

This ball is faster than the previous one!

But Yukimura didn't seem to be affected, and the racket in his hand swiped at a flash of yellow light at high speed.

Puff!

The tennis changed its direction in an instant, and the speed came to the top half of the game without any reduction.

boom!

...

boom!

The two on the court began to pull each other.

...

"It's so hard!"

After just seven or eight goals, Kikumaru rubbed his tearful eyes, and the two shots below were almost reaching the limit of his nerve reaction.

Not only him, but many beginners off the court can only see the two swinging bats and the constant sound of hitting on the court.

...

"Huh?! I used these little tricks so quickly..."

Jackie Yu looked faintly at Yukimura on the opposite side. He suddenly felt a slight stiffness in his arm muscles just now.

"In that case..."

Sisi's breathing air flow swirled in her chest, and a strong stimulus instantly unblocked the strength of her arm.

"Stylish Type• Far Thunder!"

Yuu's eyes flickered slightly, and a golden light appeared on the racket in his hand. A sharp pull was aimed at the tennis ball after landing.

Tear it~

A golden lightning flashed, and Yukimura's eyes stared at the golden ball, trying to see through its path.

Huh!

In just a moment, Yukimura's racket slammed into the air.

Whoosh~

Without catching the net, the golden electric light flew out against the frame of the racket.

"30-0"

"What a strong spiritual will!"

It was the first time that Shangshan Yu saw someone ignoring Yuan Lei's coercion and able to quickly counterattack.

...

"It's a superb, irregular stroke."

The same is true for Yukimura. It is the first time that he has seen someone combine tennis skills with mental mood so well.

"And his physical fitness is above mine."

A faint color flashed under Yukimura's eyes, and his wrist was a little numb when he hit the ball directly by Yuu Yu's hitting.

...

It was just a simple confrontation, and both of them saw each other's tennis strength far surpassing ordinary people.

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