Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

"Realtennis!?"

The brows on the shirt wrinkled, as if thinking about something in his mind.

moment.

"You are the Clark organization that recently appeared around London?"

With a hint of question in his tone, the shirt wade to ask the figure in the shadow.

According to some information he has learned recently, a new organization that behaves very badly has appeared in the street tennis club in London, Clark!

Most of these organizations are made up of guys who have been expelled from the school's tennis club or expelled from the tennis club and can no longer play on formal occasions.

Although the Clark Organization has only been established in recent months, their misdeeds have spread across London's street tennis courts and the tennis clubs of some schools.

The purpose of this group of "forsaken" is to avenge the new entrants, madly revenge the original society of their new members, knocking down and even wounding their opponents through tennis again and again.

And when they shoot, the most iconic feature is that they use realtennis every time, which is what people often call courtyard tennis.

The so-called realtennis is the original prototype of modern tennis. It is a tennis ball made of solid objects such as cork or stone and wrapped with cloth.

Compared with ordinary rubber balls, court tennis balls are larger and more powerful. If these tennis balls hit a person's body at high speed, it is no joke.

"Slap...slap...slap..."

A clear applause came from the shadows, and the clear voice before sounded again: "It seems that our name Clark has spread all over London."

Under the shadow of the tree, two tall bodies came out. One was a white teenager with long pale blonde hair, and the other was a yellow-skinned teenager with flowing brown hair.

"You two are the founders of the Clark Organization, Keith and Xiu?"

Seeing that the Lord came to the surface, with a look of interest in his shirt and eyes, he asked the blond boy who led the head.

"It seems that you are also a little savvy, you know us!"

A hint of surprise flashed in Keith's eyes, and he couldn't think of the two strangers who casually attacked in the small town of Wimbledon today. Some of them knew them.

"Once a genius boy and a player with the strength to enter the U14 in the UK, I naturally know a little bit."

There was a smile at the corner of his shirt. He learned a little about Keith later, and can only say that the British tennis system is not bright.

"Besides... what happened not long ago is really interesting, isn't it?"

With a change of tone, the shirt-steer deliberately beat the sensitive nerves of the young man in front of him.

as predicted.

"shut up!"

boom!

A strong wind hits. The pale yellow light and shadow carried an astonishing wave of air in the air.

"This is the power of courtyard tennis!"

Jacky Yuu's eyes flickered, and he just wanted to lift the racket in his hand.

"Don't worry, your father is not so weak. Look at me..."

With his left hand lightly blocking the shirt Yuu, there was a confident smile on his face. His hands were itchy when he watched his son's tennis just now.

tread!

His toes stepped on the spot, the arms covered by the shirt lifted slightly, his eyes fixed on the imposing tennis ball, and then he slashed forward like lightning.

Hey...

I saw a white light flying backwards in an instant.

"Keith, be careful!"

This lightning-fast strike made Keith's body stiff, but Lin Xiu beside him reacted faster, holding Keith's body and leaped towards the side.

The tennis ball almost touched their bodies, and the sharp breath made them chill.

噼Ka~呲呲...

Fortunately, the white light that was avoided by the two of them was unabated, and directly brushed a big tree behind them and fell into the bushes. At that moment, sawdust and bark were flying, and the sound of friction after the tennis ball fell was clearly visible.

Guru...

On the quiet venue, the sound of swallowing saliva was clearly audible.

"Haha, it seems to feel pretty good!"

The shirt touched the back of his head and smiled, as if he hadn't hit the horrible ball just now.

Yu Yu's pupils shrank and he looked slightly, he didn't expect his father's tennis skills to be so terrifying.

"It was pure kendo tennis just now."

The shirt you think back to the ball just now, that bright white light is simply an out-and-out slash, extremely fast and fierce!

"You guy!"

Keith, who got up, looked at the two people in front of him with some fear, and the terrible spirit of the shirt just now directly suppressed him.

"Shoo~"

He is not stupid either, the two in front of him are obviously not easy to solve.

A whistle sounded, Keith and Lin Xiu quickly backed away, and at the same time those Clark members hiding in the dark threw the ball.

Boom boom boom boom!

The swift and fierce tennis ball flew from all directions again.

"I want to run now?"

There was a sharp light flashing in the eyes of Shang Xian Yu, although some people like Clark were deliberately discredited and excluded by the system because they had no background, and suffered unfair treatment.

Take Keith, for example. In a doubles match between him and Lin Xiu, it was obvious that the opponent first injured Lin Xiu with a violent tennis ball, and then he shot out angrily and injured the two, but in the end it was them who were punished and discredited. Two people.

But in the end, when such a group of people gathered together, they also became the kind of people they hated the most.

Under the banner of revenge, they continue to use violent tennis methods to attack the self-confidence of ordinary tennis players until they destroy the will of others.

It's like a person who was bullied at school and organized a small group behind him. If he just reported to recover the bullying people, it would be justified.

But these people like Clark continued to use tennis violence to bully ordinary people, completely becoming a new source of fear.

For such a person, Shang Shan Yu can only say, pitiful and hateful!

call……

Taking a deep breath, in a moment, the figure of the shirt you was constantly shaking, at the same time the racket in his hand did not stop at all, bringing out afterimages.

boom!

"what!"

boom

...

Boom...boom!

The courtyard tennis balls flew back to their original directions accurately, and occasionally one or two screams could be heard from the shadows.

This is the Clark member who was knocked down by Jung Yuu and Jungshou without retreating in time.

"Kies, what about the newcomers left behind!"

There was a trace of worry in Lin Xiu's eyes, and the two people just looked very uncomfortable. Especially that young man seems to know their details very well.

"Leave them alone, let's go back to the base!"

A trace of indifference appeared in Keith's eyes. Except for Lin Xiu in front of him, everyone else was just a tool for him to achieve his goals.

"I will let them know about the horror of our Clark, and that group of hypocritical guys..."

There was hatred and anger in Keith's eyes, and Lin Xiu and his affairs had completely disappointed him in British tennis.

"go!"

With a big wave of his hand, Keith quickly disappeared into the alley with a gloomy face and a dozen people.

"Kies..."

Looking at the young man beside him, Lin Xiu's heart squeezed. Since Keith deliberately jumped into the water, he has become different. The gentle, sunny boy has sunk under the water.

"No matter what, I will follow in your footsteps!"

The complex emotions in his heart flashed by, Lin Xiu actually didn't care whether Clark's current approach was good or bad. He just wanted to accompany Keith to let him vent the anger in his heart.

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