Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

As he walked into the court, the shirt Yu was not too anxious, but tossed around the courts where there were games to observe.

Although it is a foreign country, because it is a street court that everyone can visit, many of them are local tennis enthusiasts.

"This won't work either."

After watching a few games briefly, the shirt shook his head slightly, and none of the dozen or so venues that I saw just now interested him.

There was a smile on his face, and he did not urge, just silently following behind the shirt, and he stopped to take a look at the venue where he stopped.

"what……"

After wandering for another five minutes, the shirt you finally saw a pretty good game on a field.

A brown-black skinned player with a very tall figure is playing against a strong white player.

Their venue is considered to be in the middle of this area, which is quite lively. The spectators on the sidelines are about ten to twenty, and all of them are very aggressive.

...

boom!

"Andrew, take the move!"

Sweater Yu, who had just arrived in the stands, heard such a sentence.

A trace of anger flashed in the eyes of the black-skinned man off the court, with a weird accent in English, and he roared in a low voice.

Whoosh~

The tennis ball had a glimmer of light in his hand, and it slammed directly into the knee of the sturdy white man opposite.

His eyes shrank, and he saw that the ball had a lot of strength and penetrating power. If it hit the knee joints directly, it would cause a lot of damage.

"Huh, you dirty idiot!"

There was a trace of contempt on Andrew's face, a strong man, and a fierce color flashed in his eyes.

Although the ball accurately pressed his right foot that was about to be lifted, and there was still a murderous intent on the tennis ball, but...

"Do you think I am that shameful fellow Hoth?"

There was a rough growl.

His left foot contracted a step, then his right foot stomped back dexterously, and his body leaned to the left.

Then, the originally thick arm suddenly swelled and directly stretched the elastic cuffs on his arm.

"Get me back to your filthy territory!"

With an astonishing aura, the racket was shaken by him with a trace of afterimage, and the moment the black light bounced, it was enveloped by his net.

boom!

A huge explosion sounded on the racket, and the strange spinning that the tennis originally carried was instantly destroyed by this rampant force.

The tennis ball is like a cannonball with a diameter of several meters.

"This is also the use of mental power!"

Seeing this terrifying trick of the white man combining power and spiritual power, Yu Shan Yu was very excited.

An opponent like this is currently not met in Neon.

"Yumtu, be careful, this is Andrew's trick, meteorite shell!"

At the same time, an exclamation sounded. On the side of the black man's half-court, there were four or five people of the same skin color. Listening to this horrified tone, it seemed that one of them had suffered from this trick.

"Don't worry, my mamba will swallow everything!"

The black-skinned man Yumtu smiled confidently, showing his white teeth. Facing the tennis ball, his body movements became very strange.

The slender limbs seemed to be all dancing, the frequency of the swinging of the feet seemed unpleasant, but the speed was amazing, and the hands were lightly shaking with the mysterious black light, and the whole person exuded an evil spirit.

"Get me back!"

With a cruel and smirk at the corner of his mouth, the black light on Utum's racket was woven into a net and headed toward the huge tennis ball.

Chi Chi Chi Chi...

A trace of rubbing smoke emerged from the racket, and the tennis ball became the original small tennis ball, as if the hugeness just now was an illusion.

Then, the swing of his arm was very exaggerated, and the tennis ball was flew back triumphantly.

And looking at the flight path of the tennis ball, it was obvious that it was heading towards Andrew's body again.

However……

The triumph on Ummtu's face had not dissipated yet, a white light swiftly arrived, and the tennis ball hit his forearm fiercely.

"Ah! Ah!"

There was a distorted roar, and the severe pain in his forearm was instantly transmitted to his brain.

Patter...

His racket fell directly from his hand, his left hand was covering his right, and the whole person was paralyzed on the ground in pain.

"Yumtu!"

The faces of several black-skinned men on the sidelines changed drastically, and they quickly gathered around. They glanced at the sturdy man on the opposite side in horror. The Pi man left the court.

"It's been a long time since I saw such a game."

A smile appeared on the faces of the upper shirts, and the match between the two below obviously involved spiritual power.

"Also, this boy named Andrew is not simple, he should be one of the heads of a fairly well-known club here."

The shirt touched his chin lightly, reminding thoughtfully.

"Um!"

Jackie nodded. In just a few short rounds, few people in Neon could do it.

"The man named Andrew seems to be an out-and-out strength player, but I am afraid that speed is what he is best at.

Although the last goal was a bit unexpected, it could not completely react to this level of opponents. Madara can be seen.

And... this kind of crisis is the key, you never know if your opponent will conceal a fatal blow. "

Hearing the feelings of his own son, Shanshen smiled and patted him on the shoulder, and said: "Yes, this is a corner of the world of tennis today. If you really want to go this way in the future, you must be prepared. ."

"Don't worry, Dad, my determination on this is not weaker than you were at the beginning."

With a light smile, Shang Shan Yu also took his father's shirt to make a comparison.

...

With the defeat of the Umtul side of the game, the crowd watching the excitement gradually dissipated, and this piece of venue is now owned by Andrew and the others.

"Hello, can you fight me!"

Walking towards Andrew, who was explaining something to the other two around him, the shirt Yu came to him and asked straightforwardly.

"Huh? Asian?"

Frowning his brows, Andrew turned his head and glanced at the shirt Yu, who was one head shorter than him, and the shirt that looked like a bodyguard behind him, his tone was a little puzzled.

With a flash of contempt in his eyes, he immediately said, "No, I still have something to deal with."

He didn't want to give the shirt any face at all. Andrew maintained his "gentleman" demeanor for a while. Asian tennis made him not interested in anything.

"Oh? Then you want me to kill all the people who belong to you, will you make a move?"

Feeling the attitude of the other side, Yuu Yu was not polite, her fingers circled around and pointed, and the aura that was rampant in neon appeared again.

"you……"

Just as the little brother beside Andrew was about to speak, he was stopped by Andrew with a big hand.

"Very good! Since you want to die, then I will fulfill you!"

Seeing Tsung Yuu who didn't know how to advance or retreat, but threatened him in turn, Andrew couldn't help but laugh.

The person in front of him seems to be an international student from a wealthy family. He went to the tennis club obediently and dared to come to him to pick things up. He would give the yellow-skinned boy in front of him a lesson.

"Very well, let's start now!"

Shang Xian You glared back directly, his momentum was not weak at all. It seems that if he wants to find interesting targets in the future, he must use some unconventional means.

The first battle of Jackie Yuu's collection is on the verge of breaking out.

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