Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

Like a tall tower standing in front of a net, Andrew's strong body gives people a very strong sense of oppression.

"Boy, I will let you serve first."

There was a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and Andrew's tone was very contemptuous. For the kid in front of him, he would make the opponent feel the world's unevenness in the first game.

Taking a solid step, Andrew went straight to the backcourt without giving the shirt a chance to refuse.

"Ah…"

With his gaze condensed, Tsung Yuu's left hand firmly shook the tennis ball in his hand.

The opposite must stretch out his face, how could he be polite.

hiss……

The airflow kept sucking into his mouth and nose, and his thunderous breathing state had been able to maintain for a long time.

Patter... patter...

Gently tapped the tennis ball twice, and looked up at the top, and found that the opposite side was standing very casually, not even the most basic posture that could quickly start the body.

"In that case..."

He whispered indifferently in his heart, and Yuu threw the tennis ball upright.

Crackling sounds sounded everywhere in the body, and the muscles of the whole body that were active to Ultimate contracted, and in an instant, a huge explosive force came out of the arm.

Damn it!

The racket pulled out an electric light slashing motion in the air.

The Type of Four • Yuan Lei!

boom!

With a crackle, only a golden electric light flashed in the air.

呲呲呲~

When several people outside the court saw the tennis ball again, they were already on the barbed wire behind Andrew, which was twisting violently and irregularly, with a hint of scorching blue smoke.

"15 to 0"

Jackie Yu's eyes fell on Andrew's body and said with cold eyes.

"call……"

Andrew felt his breathing stagnated, the kind of terrifying mental oppression just now, the incomparably majestic golden thunder, he felt like he was facing Zeus, the lord of the gods.

"This kind of oppression, even those perverts in U14 are nothing but this!"

Gritting his teeth lightly, Andrew felt a little weird, and the Asian boy on the opposite side was a bit stronger than he expected.

Watching the shirt Yuu cautiously, his legs stepped open, his body sank slightly, his hands were placed in front of him, and he held the racket tightly in his hands.

"Can't be careless!"

He is not a fool to be the leader of a street club. If he still had the first idea at this time, then he has no idea how many times he has died.

"Heh... I still have to rely on strength!"

Seeing the re-arranged posture of the opposite person, his shirt drooped and his eyelids drooped, mockery flashed in his light brown eyes.

The concept of the supremacy of strength is even more vividly demonstrated in Europe.

"call……"

With a soft cry, the tennis ball in his hand was thrown away.

boom!

Damn it!

The lightning of thunderbolt appeared on the court again, and the majestic and domineering golden thunder was still so stunning.

Huh!

"So fast!"

Andrew's eyes condensed, and because of carelessness on the first goal, he didn't see the tennis at all, only felt the suppression of the thunder.

And now...

Even if the attention is concentrated, he still needs to adapt. Under the thunder light, he only saw a trace of the afterimage of the tennis ball.

boom!

The tennis ball passed under his crotch, leaving a messy mark on the ground.

"very good!"

There was anger in Andrew's eyes, and he knew it was a response to his contempt before facing him.

"30 to 0!"

Jackie You Bing sneered, ruthlessly announcing the score.

"Hehe... to continue!"

Whispering softly, Jung Yuu enjoys the feeling of the game now.

Puff!

There was a crisp sound, and the thunder reappeared.

"here we go again!"

Seeing this horrible scene, Andrew snorted heavily this time, his eyes gleamed, silently resisting the pressure of the spirit, his arms swelled fiercely as the shirt you had seen before.

A heavy breath appeared on his racket.

Then, with a step under his feet, with his eyes floating, he accurately found the spot of the tennis ball.

"Meteor shells!"

boom!

There was a burst of gunpowder, and the irregular rotation on the tennis ball was shaken away. In the whistling, the tennis ball was like a cannonball falling from the sky and struck in the direction of Yuu Yu.

"This is the force-based trick that almost touched the'national barrier' before."

The gleam in the eyes of Tsong Yuu was estimating the power of the ball in his heart. If this kind of pure power is placed at the national level, then the power should be touched to the limit.

"Try it!"

A thought flashed in his mind, and shirt Yu was eager to try that immature trick.

"Hi...full focus, breath of water..."

The way she breathed the airflow in her mouth changed slightly. One foot of the shirt stomped on the ground, and the other foot pressed hard on the side.

"Land Type•Reverse Uzumaki!"

The moment the racket in his hand touched the tennis ball, a terrifying sense of pressure came from his wrist, and the racket in his hand was creaked by this very heavy tennis ball.

The shirt slowly stabilized, and then using the centrifugal force of the body to rotate once, a trace of azure blue water floated on the racket.

The originally amazing tennis ball was constantly washed by this stream of water, rubbing to the limit on the surface of the racket.

"Drink~"

With a soft drink, the shirt yo pulled the racket diagonally.

Puff!

The tennis ball was reduced by 90% and flew towards Andrew's diagonal with a strong side spin.

"I admit I underestimated you! But..."

Unknown when a figure appeared in front of the net, Andrew looked hard, and the racket in his hand was once again slammed against the tennis ball.

boom!

The huge shadow of the ball flew toward the shirt again.

"It's still too bad."

Jackie Yu smiled slightly in his heart, this very skill-testing trick was not pure enough for him, otherwise he would not give the opponent such a chance to fight back.

"But who do you look down on?"

Several water patterns that were invisible to the naked eye began to appear on the racket, and Shang Yuu took the racket in his hand and directly greeted the huge tennis ball.

"Oh, kid, you're done!"

There was a hint of joy in Andrew's eyes, and the other person who dared to take his "meteorite shell" with one hand was looking for death.

However……

The terrifying power on tennis is like falling into a quagmire, and only a wave of water is set off on the top of the shirt.

"The Seventh Shape•Ripple and Spikes!"

This combination of sweet spot skills and power-dissolving moves has become more and more perfect.

boom!

With a sharp scream, the tennis ball flew back with a water-blue brilliance.

"what!?"

Andrew's face was startled, and the racket in his hand was subconsciously blocked.

"Hey~"

With a terrifying penetrating power, the tennis ball rubbed his net fiercely, bringing out a harsh sound.

"Unstoppable!"

The wrist was shaking constantly, and Andrew's eyes sank, and he forcibly deflected the racket in his hand.

Puff!

The tennis ball swept across his racket at high speed, wiping a clear white mark off the court.

"40 to 0!"

The provocative tone of the shirt made Andrew look very ugly. At the beginning, I wanted to teach the other party well, but now it seems that I am the smug clown.

...

"Boy, you will regret it!"

The harshness in his eyes flashed past, and Andrew returned to the backcourt with a gloomy aura.

Shang Xian You felt the change in the other party's breath, and he lifted up his spirits. He had felt this gloomy negative feeling many times.

Come again!

boom!

The tennis ball flew out at great speed, drawing an irregular thunder light in the air.

boom!

boom!

For some reason, the two were cautious in their last goal, and they have been trying to pull each other.

"This kid! It's really beyond my expectation!"

On the sidelines, the gaze of the shirt was like a torch, and he could see the general situation at a glance at the current level of the shirt. This strength was not lost to the U14 seeds on the European side.

"As expected of my son!"

There is a hint of enthusiasm and excitement in Shang Shanshe's eyes. If he can go to the top of the world, he will at least gain half of his happiness.

"It seems that I need to communicate with the Japan Nets Association."

Touching his chin lightly, Shangshanshe has already considered paving the way for his son.

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