Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

The azure blue eyes trembled slightly, and the counterattack of the shirt Yu just now gave him a great shock.

"This is the gap..."

"Is this my limit..."

The palm of his fist was a little whitish, and Bu Er's heart was very unwilling.

"How about it, do you want to give up? If we admit defeat, we can rest early."

Shang Shun Yu's language offensive did not stop, and each sentence cut Budu's heart like a knife.

Just because they are not particularly familiar now, this kind of trash talk is more destructive, and the pride and self-esteem of being a genius will not let them just give up like this.

After taking a few deep breaths, Fuji's mood stabilized.

"Hehe... I almost fell into the top of the shirt classmate, if the shirt classmate feels too tired..."

His eyes were as clear as Wang Qinghong, and he unceremoniously replied with the same words.

"Haha, it should be so, come on, continue!" smiled and nodded in response, this black belly is like the future helper.

The mentality returned to normal again, and Fu Er forgot the emotion of the ball just now, and once again sharply took the second goal.

boom!

boom!

The intense clash on the court resumed.

"It's the first time I've seen it like this!" He clasped his hands tightly together, and his dry voice was a little hoarse.

Seeing the suffocating confrontation on the court, Gan Zhenzhi seemed to have met Fujisuke Fuji for the first time.

Does the boy who has never competed in the tennis club actually hide such a unique side?

"Fuji..."

Seeing every ball off the court is amazingly imposing, Tezuka is also a bit complicated. In this way, even the time he played against him, Fuji was not like this.

"I didn't read it wrong. As expected, you are also the opponent I especially want to play against."

The mood was a bit turbulent, and he could feel that the potential of Fuji was far more than that.

boom!

Jackie Yu threw a ball with some excitement.

I have to say that the current state of Fuji Zhousuke made him feel a little upset. This may be the appeal of tennis.

When your opponent goes all out, you will subconsciously be serious and respectful.

"This is a top spin!"

Cold eyes refracted from his eyes, and the unused racket was whirled, cutting across the tennis ball at high speed.

"Is Feiyan returning to the nest again?"

Top Yuu whispered softly, and the body quickly chased forward.

However……

It's like falling and hitting the ball. After crossing the net, the tennis ball quickly fell to the ground, and then traversed a curved arc.

"15-30."

"This is... evolved?"

Seeing the tennis ball that was still falling away from him, Yu Yuu raised his eyes in surprise.

At this time, Fuji's degree of concentration had reached an unprecedented height.

Ignoring the surprised look of Shang Shan Yu, Buya only feels that his state is very good now, and even the external environment and sounds have been filtered by his brain.

For the first time, he focused such attention on tennis.

"I don't want to lose, I don't want to lose to anyone except Tezuka."There was a trace of desire in his eyes that was different from the past. Fuji tossed the ball and ran towards the net.

"Heh... come again!"

With a cheerful smile, Yu Yu once again hit the tennis ball with a straight backhand.

boom!

Fu Er's body halted instantly, his arms raised lightly, and Feiyan, who landed more quickly, returned to the nest... No, it should be Phoenix flashback that was beaten out by him.

"Sure enough!"

Tatata!

Seeing the counterattack that obviously needed less rotation but could land faster, the inside of the shirt you cracked. This time, like the previous ball, his body was like an electric light, and he quickly caught up with the tennis ball in front of the net. .

boom!

Tsung Yuu's arm was cut and pulled diagonally, and the tennis ball flew across the net with a strong side spin, and the move that Fuer had evolved was broken once again.

"No matter how many times I watch it, this speed is still so terrifying."

Qian Zhenzhi's eyes were a little helpless, Fuer had clearly surpassed the limit, but in that person, it seemed that the limit could not be seen.

"His explosive power is indeed beyond our imagination."

Tezuka also nodded his head in recognition. The physical quality of the shirt has always made him the most fearful. Speed, strength, skill, physical strength, at least in his view, basically can't see any weaknesses.

A strong foundation means that sometimes you don't need to pay much attention to it, and you can directly crush it. This is why foreign tennis still has the problem of U14 and U17 classification.

In the teenage years, the two peaks are 14 and 17 years old. Basically all young tennis players reach the apex of their corresponding age ratings during these two periods.

On the field.

Bu Er's expression did not fluctuate because of Phoenix's flashback being broken, his body calmly pulled to the side, facing the strong side spin, the racket directly hit sideways.

boom!

Lifting his arm from the bottom to the top, a forehand upswing ball was pulled back by him.

"This is a forehand..."

The gaze swept across the topspin on the ball, and the topspin sighed slightly in his heart: "As expected, some skills have evolved like eating and drinking water."

It was clear that the topspin that could only be played by cutting backhands before, now that it can be played even forehands with the help of the spin on the tennis ball. And this is probably no longer an ordinary beluga...

Huh!

As before, the tennis ball is about to rise in the air in front of Yu Yu.

But this time, shirt Yu didn't give him another chance.

tread!

There was a jump in front of the body, and the top of Yu Yu took the advantage of the tennis arc to jump up.

boom!

Without giving Bailong a chance to take off, Yu Yu directly smashed the ball down.

"This time it's just an ordinary smash!"

His eyes swept across the figure in the sky, and his mind turned, his left foot tapped the ground, and his body turned back to the center, holding the racket tightly with both hands. When the tennis ball fell on the surface of the racket, the half-crouched body pulled upward.

boom!

With an astonishing aura, this smash shot from Top Yuu was hit back by Fuji at a faster speed.

Whoosh!

With a hint of moonlight, the tennis ball crashed and landed near the bottom line of the shirt.

"30-30."

Standing up, the fighting spirit in Fuji's eyes was thick.

"For the sake of insurance, did you actually use the evolutionary move directly?" Shang Xian You whispered softly.

Fuji seems to have understood the power of his shots, and he is not even assured that the Brown Bear who has not used it once will be caught.

Confident and cautious.

I didn't even think about keeping the one-and-a-half moves, it seemed that Fuer had really used all his strength.

But ah...

This was not enough, the evolution of the triple counterattack was just a cumulative accumulation of consumption, and it did not allow him to truly break through himself.

"You shouldn't stop here!"

Inexplicably speaking, everyone present heard the words of Shang Shan Yu.

...

"Just now wasn't his full strength?"

Hearing Tsung Yuu's undisguised speech, Trace's brow raised slightly. Even if he saw the triple counterattack after Fuji's evolution just now, he was somewhat amazed.

Especially the final smash counterattack, which determines the outcome, is simply an evolutionary version of the Brown Bear's arrest.

"Fuji Zhousuke is indeed an out-and-out genius."

Shinzu's eyes were solemn, and he nodded earnestly. The terrible creativity that the opponent possesses is even more amazing than his Master's stunts.

Skills can be continuously learned and honed, but only outstanding creativity can make a person go further.

"I said before that, Qingxue may be our biggest opponent in the future.

If it was before, I might still sneer, but now I think it's not impossible. "

It seems that Fujie has seen a certain belief in him, and he is full to believe that Qingxue's future grades should not be too bad.

"You're right, forbearance. Especially their minister Kunimitsu Tezuka, who is a strong man that even my uncle is looking forward to."

The tone of the track department turned serious. If the youth school can really rise in the future, then the future games may add more variables.

On the field.

Fujia frowned slightly and looked at the similarly changing tops of Yuu, the oppressive feeling of the other party was totally different from the beginning.

"Is this not hidden anymore!"

The body seemed to be more excited, only then did Fuji realize that he was also eager to fight against such a strong man.

"Fuji, is the outcome really not important to you..."

boom!

The question that Tezuka asked after the game flashed in his mind, and Fuji seemed to understand a little bit now.

Step on!

...

boom!

...

boom!

"3-0."

"Huh...huh..."

Looking at the indifferent figure on the opposite side, Fujia gasped for breath.

It's different, it's completely different since just now.

Jackie Yu has been transformed into a ruthless tennis machine, with no dead ends or loopholes. Every shot is made to score faster.

There is also that kind of horrible mental pressure, and Fuji feels that every return attack will cost him a lot of physical energy.

"Fuji classmate, I'm going to serve!"

Looking at him coldly, Bu Er felt his heart shrink.

boom!

As soon as the muscles on the shirt Yu's arm twisted, the racket was swung down with a trace of afterimage.

Crackling!

A golden thunder light flickered on Gan Zhenzhi's lens, and this time he didn't even notice that the pen in his hand had fallen.

"Tezuka...this is..."

His voice trembled a little, and he could feel the thunderous mood of the bright sky while standing off the court, let alone the one who needed to straighten his shirt and serve.

"That's a special road across the country."

Similarly, Tezuka's eyes could clearly show that bright thunder light.

This is obviously because the shirt Yu is no longer covering up, now there are only a few of them near the stadium, and the opponent doesn't mind showing this kind of power.

boom!

...

boom!

...

"4-0."

The same is the four Ace balls, the spiritual realm has not taken a step, it is simply standing in place, completely unable to move.

Tick...tick...

Drops of sweat continued to flow down from the tips of his hair and along the temples. Although Fuji was suppressed, his blue eyes did not give up at all, and he was working hard to find an opportunity to break the situation.

Huh!

boom!

Tossing the ball and swinging, Fujitsu has used the core tactics of free combination to Ultimate.

In the crossover change of the triple counterattack, even the shirt Yu sometimes missed one or two times.

However, it is still the problem.

Bang!

The tennis ball is lightly cushioned and tossed upwards. This is a bait-style lob.

His eyes flashed on the shirt, and he jumped up unceremoniously.

"ended!"

boom!

A cold light flashed in his eyes, his shirt was buttoned down heavily, and the tennis ball fell down like a golden thunder.

Fuya felt his body stiff again, and this unreasonable mental pressure struck him again.

"Get me back!"

The long-lasting light in his eyes suddenly burst out, and Fuji yelled with an extremely determined will.

boom!

Turning his body, his hands clasped the racket and pulled it up.

The original golden thunder turned into a bright white silver brilliance, like mercury leaking to the ground, falling from a high altitude to the backcourt of the shirt.

Looking at the ball prints scattered outside the boundary line, his body softened and sat on the ground in no time.

In the moonlight, Fuji's posture seemed a little delicate.

"Forgot to tell you, my far mine still hits the ball irregularly."

With a hint of sly at the corner of his mouth, the shirt walked over and stretched out a hand to Fuji Zhousuke on the ground.

Fuer's sullen eyes lighted up again: "So that's how it is."

With a slight thought in his heart, seeing Shang Shun Yu's warm smile, Buer also stretched out his hand and took Shun Yu's arm.

"Students in shirts, I played this game very happily!"

The corners of his eyes seemed to be a little sparkling, but Buer's tone was very gentle.

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