Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

"This state is..."

"A deeper state of selflessness!"

Ninzu, who is most familiar with the state of no-self, is the first to speak out.

The shining colorful brilliance of Tezuka's body is different from his ordinary selfless milky white brilliance, which is obviously a deeper state.

And unlike his talent that didn't take long as a Master, this one in Tezuka should be another door to the state of selflessness.

"Tops..."

...

"This is the limit of hard work!"

Seeing that the eyes of several people were cast at him, the shirt looked at the Tezuka below, with unspeakable admiration.

Not only is it hard to work hard, Tezuka will understand the limit of talent in the future in the battle with Chitose, and he will open the two doors that Chitose did not dare to think about at the time.

And, there is a seamless world behind...

Tezuka seemed to be full of savvy points. Without being taught, he took the state of selflessness to the final stage step by step.

"The limit of tempering..."

Several people chewed on the name that shirt Yu said, and their eyes were all surprised.

"Is the white glow that looked like a shocking light just now its effect?"

Pushing the heavy glasses with white light, the dry tone is full of strong thirst for knowledge.

"Compared to the state of selflessness like a silent flame, the limit of thousands of tempers can be described as hot magma.

This is a move that can gather power in one place, double it, and return all rotations, all tracks, and all destructive power of the ball in the future. "

Shang Xian You's explanation calmly made the hearts of the other three people surge. Who can crack such a terrifying move?

Keeping these words in mind silently, the confrontation between the two off the court has refreshed their understanding of tennis time and time again.

The shirt glanced at Shitou, who was still thinking about it, and smiled softly in his heart. I am afraid that forbearance, he still doesn't know that the limit of talent can close the limit of tempering.

On the field.

Onobe's gaze watched as the aura spread to Tezuka.

This is the first time that Trace has felt the oppression from the opponent, and the colorful brilliance that signifies the selfless state of the hand mound is really a bit too dazzling.

Moreover, the blind spots in the Ice World are not reliable anymore...

The bright white light in his eyes had already spread to Ultimate, but Trace Department did not notice any changes in the ice ridges around Tezuka.

But the scene of the last ball told him that the opponent's blind spot would never be the same as it is now.

He often practiced with forbearance foot, he knew that after the selflessness improved his physical state, some blind spots would disappear from his field of vision.

The current state of Tezuka's accumulation and non-production is to keep those blind spots that should have dissipated.

"What an amazing judgment!"

Tezuka was able to understand his ice world so quickly, Tracebe's heart was a heartfelt admiration.

but……

The uncle of his trace department will not give up like this.

Huh!

boom!

The terrifying force exploded at the wrist. Tracebu didn't blindly attack Tezuka's weakness this time, and instead hit a sharp Tang Huaise serve.

The hair in front of Tezuka's forehead was clear, and his body rushed to the net with a stream of light.

Without hesitation, his arm and the racket were full of colorful colors. After cutting the tennis ball from the bottom, Tezuka's curved body lifted, and his arm pulled up.

boom!

Originally the angle was very low and the downspin was directly brought out by Tezuka in a large-angle slashing arc.

This falling speed.

After watching the tennis ball fall rapidly towards the court after crossing the net, the trace was slightly surprised.

Although not the lob he most wanted, but this arc was enough.

Tatata!

The intensive footsteps sounded rhythmically, and the preparations for the trail sprint were very sufficient. After a few flashes of the body, he had caught up with the tennis ball that wanted to fall twice.

"Drink!"

He stepped heavily on the ground with his right foot, his body leaped vertically, holding the racket in both hands and slammed into the tennis ball on the waist.

boom!

A golden light suddenly appeared on the racket. The tennis ball had almost no curvature, and it flew directly to Tezuka's midfield with unparalleled speed and impact.

Whether it is a good volley smash or a vertical center of gravity smash in response to the smash, the purpose of the trail is to avoid the Tezuka area, which is currently his most feared move.

Whizzing!

Tennis is very fast, but Tezuka's reaction is also not slow. He has already suffered a lot from this move.

boom!

Facing the impactful vertical smash, Tezuka directly swiped the racket to cover it with one hand, and a layer of white light appeared on the racket, which directly wrapped the tennis ball and whizzed back with more violent momentum.

"This is..." With a brow jump, Tracebe felt the horror of the ball.

Moreover, Kunimitsu Tezuka hit back his two-handed smash with one hand.

"My uncle wants to see what your ability is!"

The color of perseverance passed between the eyebrows, the footsteps of the trail moved two steps to the right quickly, the weight of the knee fell, and the racket with both hands was hit horizontally, and he waved heavily at the dazzling white light.

Puff!

A terrifying explosion sounded, and the wrists of both hands of Trace were constantly trembling, and the huge power carried on the tennis ball madly tore his net.

呲呲...

"This power!"

Gritting his teeth tightly, Tracebe is fortunate that he has made preparations in advance, and this shot has not reached his limit!

"Shatter!"

Snapped!

After unloading a part of the strength, the whole body of the trace was pressed forward, and the arm drove the racket to directly blast the tennis ball back.

His goal is more than just Bing Leng, who has re-fixed its position.

"Tezuka, you are still careless after all!" Tracebe muttered to himself coldly in his heart.

The previous feints were all just for this final lore.

Click!

The ice crystal shattered, and Tezuka only felt black in front of him, and a ball shadow had fallen behind him.

"15-15"

Relying on his own eyesight and calculations, Tracebe once again reviewed the score. No matter what, in his serve, he is the first to execute the tactics, and Tezuka can only follow his rhythm!

Looking at each other in silence, the game continued.

Unconsciously, a ray of warm sun has risen from the sea level, and the morning sun on the seashore made the faces of the two teenagers extraordinarily clear.

boom!

"3-2"

Trace Department guarantees the next serve.

...

boom!

"3-3"

Tezuka held the serve.

On the court, two silhouettes rushed back and forth, dripping sweat from the tips of their hair on the dazzling ground.

"The seventh game."

Gently shook his trembling left hand, his face was not very good, Tezuka's counter-attack was heavier one after another, and when it came to the next few shots, he felt a little difficult even to shoot with both hands.

"Is this another door to the state of no-self?!"

Tracebe is not stupid, and he has probably guessed from the confrontation that Tezuka has no self-ability in almost two rounds.

I have to say that this kind of difficult move is very unfriendly to him. If the ball is not powerful enough to threaten the opponent's mound, and the power is too strong, once he is hit back...

This somewhat trembling left hand is the best example.

"and……"

Tracebe glanced at Tezuka's poker face coldly. It turns out that maintaining this expression can still give people so much pressure.

Looking at Tezuka, who has been looking unchanging, the further he gets to the back, the more he has to consider whether his tactics will work.

call!

The tennis ball was thrown up, Jibu's body bends back, and his arms stretched back tightly tighten the racket. In the next instant, the racket swung down with an arc, and the tennis ball burst out with a bang.

"This time it's a normal serve."

Tezuka's eyes flashed, and he quickly saw the changes in the ball. At the same time, his gaze swept across the wrist of the trace department at random.

"It seems to have worked."

Step on!

He held his body slightly, Tezuka lowered his center of gravity, and quickly appeared before the tennis ball fell.

Damn it!

Cut from the side of the racket, and Tezuka accurately stopped the serve from Tracebe.

呲～

With the force of his arm, the tennis ball swept the net for a certain distance, Tezuka's wrist quickly twisted, and then cut the tennis ball out.

the other side.

Trace Department chased after him, his face was awe-inspiring, he was already mentally prepared to face Tezuka District.

The previous continuous high-intensity return shots prevented his wrist from using Don Huaise to serve the ball wantonly. Now he needs to buy time like the first game.

boom!

With a high pull diagonally, he hit the ball to the corner.

Whizzing!

Unsurprisingly, the tennis ball was given an imperceptible spin by Tezuka from the beginning.

The tennis ball in midair quickly turned to the center of Tezuka like a swallow entering its nest.

Sweeping Tezuka's arm movements, Tracebe is ready to see-saw near the backcourt.

However, the next moment.

Tezuka's originally raised arms turned dexterously, and the racket in his hand was lowered, and everything gently moved along an inclined angle.

"It's a short shot!"

Perceiving Tezuka's fake movement, the footsteps of the footsteps turned, and the body rushed straight forward.

Whoosh~

The tennis ball lightly landed not far in front of Trace Department with an arc that was not the limit.

Then, stretched out the racket in the track, with a shocked expression on the face, the tennis ball sneered and rubbed on the ground for a few seconds, and did not bounce at all, and rolled gently towards the middle net.

"Guru~"

Swallowing lightly, the three people outside the field also stared at the magical ball in the hand mound.

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