Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

For Yukimura's self-confidence, Shan Yu Yu shrugged and couldn't deny it.

Yukimura’s "five senses", to be precise, should be Yips, which is a difficult type of tennis.

The high-intensity return stroke paralyzes the sense of touch, the rapid speed blurs the vision, and the sound of each return stroke can reduce the sense of hearing...

Through the perfect return and precise moves, the opponent's self-confidence is constantly hit, and the opponent feels desperate through his own strong strength, and the negative emotions are constantly accumulated. Finally, with the guidance of mental power, the opponent has strong movement obstacles. .

It is precisely in this way that the "destroying the five senses" will eventually plunge the opponent into a dark world with no sound, no color, and no feeling.

It sounds very good, but it must be that the opponent's basic strength is weaker than Yumura, or the two are comparable, so as to give Yumura time to do the early guidance.

"But... now that the strong and the weak are transposed, what will you do?"

His gaze swept over Yukimura who was already standing silently in the backcourt, and shirt Yuu whispered softly in his heart.

Huh!

The tennis ball was tossed slightly, and the shirt rolled up and the racket pressed down.

"Don't let me down, Yukimura!"

Puff!

Accompanied by the long and inaudible sound of expectation from the shirt, the tennis ball cut through half of the court like a golden light.

Looking at the tennis that is still unabated, Yukimura's eyes are even more gloomy. He has already guessed that shirt Yu must know Yips, otherwise he will not explode at key points so deliberately.

"But... it's just one way to enter Yips through basic suppression."

With an inexplicable smile in his heart, Yukimura played the tennis back with a simple cut just like before.

Whoosh...

The tennis ball brought a white light back and forth, and the speed was still so fast.

"Nothing has changed?"

Yuu Yuu raised his brows slightly, Yukimura's style of play didn't seem to have changed.

"Are you out of skill?"

Step on...

Tsong Yuu felt a little helpless in his heart, and kept walking under him, catching up with the tennis ball faster than the first time.

"Come again!"

Puff!

Another flash of lightning flashed, and the tennis ball pulled out an irregular curve.

"Ah……"

A smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth, and Yukimura seemed to be struggling to receive this distant thunder.

Snapped!

Because of the bad angle, the tennis ball was shot high.

"No, it's dangerous!"

The people of Lihai on the stage felt tight, this kind of opportunity ball, the boy opposite the Bingdi would never miss it.

really……

"Stylish Type•Tide of Strike!"

There seemed to be a wave of tumbling on the racket, and the tennis ball was smashed and smashed by the shirt in mid-air.

Puff!

The aqua-blue light, with a majestic aura, aimed at Yukimura's exposed field and bombarded it down.

"Something's wrong!"

The shirt Yu, who had just shot, felt that his moves seemed to be stagnant this time, and it was not so smooth to use.

Unexpected scoring, Yukimura's body has stopped at the point where the smashed ball fell, his arms stretched slightly, and he was ready to strike back.

Puff!

The moment the tennis ball just bounced, a sharp white light flew past the shirt you.

"Tachikai Daikomura Seiichi scored, the score was 15-0."

"Um?"

"The speed of this ball just now is so fast..."

Looking at the smiling face of Yukimura on the opposite side, the brows of Yusuo Yuu frowned. Could it be that he still retained his strength before?

Suppressing a trace of doubt in his heart, Jung Yuu served again.

Puff!

This time, I didn't use Yuan Lei anymore, but a Taki-shaped teapot.

The tennis ball slapped Yukimura's court with a shocking water column.

In the face of the terrifying pressure from howling, Yukimura smiled even more. In an instant, the light in his eyes was brilliant, and a yellow tennis ball steadily landed in the net.

Puff!

There was a slight fluctuation, and another white light struck towards the backcourt of the shirt.

"it's here!"

Yu Yu's eyes turned, and the path of the ball appeared in his eyes.

Step on...

"Although Yukimura may retain his strength, I am not bad."

Bullying up, with a chuckle in his heart, his shirt stretched out his arms.

Puff!

The racket covered the tennis ball. To his surprise, Yukimura's counterattack was very powerful.

hiss……

"Give me over!"

A burst of breath emerged on Yu Yuu's body, and the tennis ball rushed towards Yukimura with a tumbling wave of air.

However……

Puff!

"30-0"

"Um?"

A white light flashed again, muffled on the other side of the shirt, and flew out of the field.

"Trace Department, what's wrong with him in the shirt? Since the first ball has just started, the reaction has been much slower."

Seeing Yu's hitting the ball with much reduced power, Shinobu frowned.

"It should be the ghost of the guy on the opposite side. His strength, concentration, and reaction speed have all decreased."

Like Shinzu, Tracebe also found an abnormality on the field. The palm of his hand concealed his face, and a pair of sharp eyes flickered with cold. "

...

"This is Yips?"

Suddenly, shirt Yu's heart shook, and the mistake just now made him react.

It's not that Yuukimura's hidden strength has grown stronger, but that all aspects of his quality have declined.

"When did it happen?"

Shang Shan Yu recalled it in his mind and thought about the abnormality before.

"No... nor here..."

The fragment of the two fighting quickly flashed through his mind.

"and many more!"

In one ball, he felt a trace of something wrong.

"hiss……"

A large amount of air was sucked into his mouth, and the power of refilling his limbs made him feel a little more relieved. The tingling irritation told him that his body was back to normal again.

"Retaining the sense of touch, then let me experience your Yips."

With a light smile in his heart, Yu Yu throws the ball again and swings!

Puff!

The golden Thunder appeared on the court again.

Yuukimura saw the change of Shang Shuyu Yu's momentum, and he secretly regretted: "Is it so quick to regain the touch."

"But it doesn't matter... if only the touch is missing, it should be enough."

With that, a surge of spiritual power emerged from Yukimura's body.

Puff!

With a light dance of his arm, the racket with a strange wave hit the tennis ball after the bounce, and a white glow instantly flew back upside down.

"It's this breath!"

Jackie Yu suddenly matched the previously insignificant breath with this.

"It's not the same as my moves combined with mental mood. Is this just the mental power purely attached to the counterattack."

Such a thought flashed quickly, and the shirt Yuu greeted him without hesitation.

Puff!

A heavy feeling came from the racket, and his power was no worse than his shot.

"really!"

There was a trace of comprehension in his heart, the upper forearm muscles twisted, and the elbows turned upwards.

boom!

...

boom!

Suddenly, the sound of hitting the ball on the court was continuous.

boom!

"Out of bounds! Yukimura Seiichi, a high school affiliated with Likai University, scored 40 to 0."

...

boom!

"Game, Seiichi Komura, Affiliated High School of Likai University, 1-2."

...

"I won this game, top-shirt classmate."

Seeing Shang Shun Yu's eyes have completely lost focus, Yukimura muttered to himself.

Huh!

boom!

"15-0"

...

boom!

...

"30-0"

...

boom!

"Game, Yukimura Seiichi, Secondary School Affiliated to Likai University, 2-2."

Yukimura took advantage of the victory and pursued it for two consecutive rounds.

...

"what happened!?"

Everyone in the Ice Emperor was very confused. Since just now, the shirt Yu has been standing still, without even trying to catch the serve from the opposite side.

"That is!"

As if seeing something incomprehensible, the trace department let out a soft cry.

"What's the matter?"

Seeing Tracebe's gaffe, Renzuo asked a few people hurriedly. It was the first time that other people in the Ice Emperor could see such a posture in the trace department.

"The other side may have deprived the shirt's vision." Although I can't believe it, Trace Department still said this fact with a green face.

Everyone was startled at first, but after a closer look, there was no focus in Yuu Yuu's eyes.

How can this be……

"Tops!"

Regardless of the rules, Xiang Ri shouted from the sidelines.

However, Top Yuu didn't react at all.

Ninzu's face was a little unbelievable, and he said silently: "I'm afraid it's not just sight, but even hearing..."

Seeing the blue-purple-haired boy who was still smiling peacefully on the court, everyone's bodies trembled slightly.

"How could there be such an ability!"

Xiang Ri's face was very timid, he couldn't imagine how desperate it would be to lose all these feelings at the same time.

...

On the field.

Just as everyone in the Ice Emperor expected, after discovering that he was deprived of sight and hearing, the shirt Yu was now plunged into a dark and silent realm.

Only the faint air current in his chest still reminded him of his existence.

"Should I say that Yukimura really deserves to be Yukimura."

A faint smile appeared in the heart of Jackie Yu. Then he squeezed the racket in his hand, and his mind fell completely silent.

This state, in kendo, is called Zen enlightenment...

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