Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

On the field.

The confrontation between the two for the final goal was extremely fierce, and Andrew has been waiting for the chance to kill.

The shirt Yu is also waiting for Andrew to believe that he "unintentionally" gives a good opportunity. He was also looking forward to that kind of speedy counterattack.

It was another round of collision.

"coming!"

A triumphant smile appeared in Tsung Yuu's heart.

This time the backhand baseline ball, the shirt did not have the opportunity to use the ripple drip.

Then...

"Land Type•Reverse Uzumaki!"

While the racket was moving along the body, Andrew's meteorite shell was again cleverly resolved by the shirt.

But it is still the problem of imperfect skills. The use of water and land is not so smooth. The blockage between a few breaths is enough to prepare for the opposite side.

boom!

The tennis ball flew out obliquely with a strong side spin, mixed with a faint light of water.

"Sure enough! He can't perfectly remove my strength for the backhand."

A touch of joy appeared in Andrew's eyes. As an old hunter, he knew how to test the bottom line of his prey step by step.

"Now, the time has come!"

With a cold smile in his heart, his leg muscles burst out suddenly, and his body rushed forward quickly. He clearly had a strong body, but he appeared in front of the net instantly.

As soon as Andrew's arm was lifted, the thick arm muscles suddenly twisted. In an instant, the thick arm became stronger, and the streamlined muscles were very beautiful.

"Boy, you shouldn't provoke me!"

His eyes were fierce, and Andrew no longer concealed it at this moment, and his tone was very cold and biting.

Even if you hurt your shirt, it might be a bit of trouble, but for those of them who wander around the street tennis court, it's not a big deal at all.

"The flash of Hermes!"

The whispered voice sounded from the bottom of his own heart. This was a very threatening trick he had never publicized.

Whoosh!

really! The tennis ball turned into a flash of astonishing speed, and the target was Jung Yuu's arm holding the racket.

"What an amazing speed!"

The shirt was shocked off the court. This was the second time he saw this move, but he was still amazed by the speed.

but……

A smile suddenly appeared at the corners of Shangshang's mouth, his eyes were proud, and he whispered to himself: "Our Shangshang family has been a famous swordsman."

...

"This is it!"

The shirt was overjoyed. This clever technique of exerting strength was not in vain.

"And... you asked for this too!"

There was a chill in his eyes. For this kind of practice of wanting a real PK, shirt Yu has always been willing to come.

Violent tennis? Then I will let you see what it means to kill a'ghost' tennis ball!

hiss……

Focus on...

"One Type•Thunderbolt flashes!"

In the eyes, a little golden electric light flashed, and the entire figure in the shirt Yuu turned into a golden flash, flashing directly in Andrew's direction.

Everything that the two rays of light intertwined in mid-air, instantly, the tennis ball turned into a more amazing thunder light and reflected back, with a terrifying breath of tearing, directly hitting Andrew's arm.

Patter...

"Tick...Tick..."

A trace of redness flowed down Andrew's strong arm, and he stood still in place trembling, and even the pain of the tear in his arm had no time to worry about it.

Just now, there was a terrifying shadow in his heart.

"Monster, monster...you are a monster!"

With a trace of horror, Andrew clutched his neck tightly. At that moment, he felt that his head had been divided into two by the opposite side.

"If the ball is aimed at his neck, no... this is his neck aimed at..."

"Boss!"

Seeing that his boss was beaten, the two younger brothers who had been outside the court rushed in.

"Let's quickly go and treat the wound!"

Seeing some shocking wounds on Andrew's hand, both of them trembled, and the kid on the opposite side was an out-and-out monster.

Not daring to look at the shirt, the two hurriedly helped Andrew and ran out. Then, there were several exclamations and shouts in the distance, and the nearby area suddenly became quiet.

"It looks like they all ran away from this club!"

Slowly walked in, Sung-shin-she looked at his son with a stunning expression, Sung-Sung-you's appearance just now was too...null beep!

"Well, it's a pity, I haven't had much fun yet!"

Shang Shan You smiled, if it weren't for the opposite party to play flowers with him first, he should have finished the whole game well.

Shangshanshe also smiled. Their Shangshan family has never suffered in this regard.

"By the way, the explosion of your sword skill just now should have an impact on your body, so you should use it sparingly in the future!"

He slapped his head, and reminded him seriously.

"Well, I will pay attention. By next year, my body should be free of this pressure."

Although he knows his physical condition very well, he also seriously responded to his father's concern.

"Very well, I can rest assured that you have a bottom in your heart."

Seeing the completely different side of his son, the shirt-shin suddenly felt a little bit more emotional. The little idiot that year had suddenly become very good.

Now that the topic has been opened, the two figures, one large and one small, sat on the steps in a tacit understanding.

Anyway, these courts are temporarily empty, well, it is a good place to chat.

...

The setting sun shone diagonally, approaching the evening.

"Let's go! Your mother will trouble me again if you don't go back."

She gently swept the shoulders of Shang Shan Yu, and stood up, patted his butt and stood up. After a few hours of small talk, the distance between the father and the son was shortened a lot.

Shang Shan You even told Shang Shan Shee about his future plans and thoughts. There is nothing to hide from his relatives who support him very much.

She was naturally very happy about this, and she became more determined to "deal" with the Neon Nets Association.

After all, in Neon, a country where the tennis training system is not yet complete, there is not even U14. It is just an inter-university competition. The pressure is too small.

The two talked as they walked, just when they were approaching the exit...

Whoosh! Whizzing……

After the green bushes, a number of aggressive tennis balls attacked Yu and Shang with shrill screams.

"careful!"

Gently pulling on the top of the shirt, the top of the shirt moved the tennis bag on the back forward, and several swings of his arms accurately blocked the tennis balls from all directions.

"Puff puff puff... da da da..."

There was a muffled noise around the two of them, and then they heard the sound of tennis balls rolling down to the ground.

"Oh, it seems that I ran into a big fish, Ruman, see if they belong to your organization."

Seeing the performance of Tsong Yuu's action, a clear voice came from the shadows. Then, more than a dozen figures appeared in the shadows.

Jacky looked around, and found that there were still many people lying on the court in pain at the end of his eyes. It was obvious that these people were not good at coming.

He quickly took out two rackets from the bag, one handed it to his father, and the other held it horizontally in front of him. The two were alert back to back tacitly.

At the same time, the shirtless eyes quickly swept across the tennis ball that fell on the ground. The tennis ball that just hit them was much larger than the regular tennis ball, and there were some gaps left by the intertwining.

"This is...realtennis?"

Jackie You's sharp gaze condensed, and he already had a guess in his heart.

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