Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

"At the beginning of the game, the ball was served by Youth Academy Kunimitsu Tezuka, and the game ended."

The referee sat on the high platform at the center of the net and waved his big hand toward the half-time of the hand mound, announcing the official start of the game.

The two nodded silently, each walking towards their own backcourt.

"Is it finally going to start..."

On the stands, Tracee straightened up almost instantly, with a serious expression in his eyes.

Both of these people have defeated him in the past. Not to mention the shirt Yu, who has made him a little unclear about his back, Tezuka also showed absolute suppressing power when facing him in the first place.

This time, the two men can meet on the field, it is definitely a strong collision.

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

Standing sideways, with his toes lightly padded, Tezuka leaned forward slightly, pressing the beating yellow ball with his palm.

At this moment, the audience fell silent, as if everyone was holding their breath. The audience felt the tension of the freezing air.

call!

His chest was lightly relieved, Tezuka kept absolute focus in his eyes, and threw the tennis ball in his hand upward.

The next moment, his elbow bends, his slender arm swings the racket back, and his body after constant training begins to tighten.

Tezuka's perfect muscle line dangled through the raised skirt, and his strong body pulled out an astonishing burst.

Only in an instant!

A racket with a silver-white frame swept down from behind Tezuka.

boom!

The Bingdi only felt a flower in front of him, and then a clear sound came from his ear.

Like an antelope hanging horn, the tennis ball draws a refracted deflection in the air, like a cannonball pressed against the right-angle line of the hair extension area of ​​the shirt.

"So fast, so accurate!"

With a slight jump of his eyelids, Ajiuzin looked at the man with cold glasses in surprise.

Although I had guessed that Tezuka Kunomitsu's strength was very strong before, just this shot just now gave him a glimpse of the strength of a second-hand mound.

"It's this kind of strength as soon as you shoot, you deserve it, Tezuka Kunomitsu!" A white light flashed in the eyes of Trace.

The power of this ball is even more terrifying than when we played against him last year. Facing the shirt Yuu, he really didn't intend to keep his hands in the first place.

But all this is just the beginning.

Tezuka's precise and powerful serve seems normal to Yuu Yu. If Tezuka doesn't even have this basic ability...

Swish!

While the shirt You Xinnian turned, he stepped on the ground with one foot, and the whole body quickly started up.

Come later.

His current physical fitness is still above that of Tezuka, the foundation of this wheel, no one in his own middle school can match.

With a smile of admiration on his face, with a wave of his right hand on the top of the shirt, the racket with the black and red border pulled out an afterimage.

boom!

With a roar, the racket hit the tennis ball that had just been bounced.

Damn it!

There seemed to be a ray of electric arc flashing, and the tennis ball shot back at a more terrifying speed.

"Director Tezuka's serve turned out to be useless!" Taocheng's eyes were round and his face was unbelievable.

In fact, it's not just him, but the hearts of the others in Qingxue are also trembling. The level of Tezuka's serve just now, whether it is speed, power, or the angle of rotation after landing, is already perfect.

"Don't worry, look at..."

The dry voice was fairly calm. Seeing Tezuka's undisturbed eyes, he believed that Tezuka's offensive would not be so simple.

Whoosh...

I don't know when, a circle of light rises from around Tezuka, and a faint air current moves toward where he is standing.

"This is... Tezuka Domain!"

At the moment when the shirt was swaying, the straight golden light drew a graceful curve in mid-air.

Then.

boom!

A thicker golden light slashed across the bottom line of the shirt's backhand.

The Ultimate speed and terrifying strength directly pulled out a long ball mark on the ground.

"Tezuka scored 15-0!"

Putting down the arm that had just been pulled, and at the same time, a milky white brilliance gradually dissipated on Tezuka's arm.

"Tezuka comprehend and tempered, is Tezuka your meeting ceremony?"

Looking at Tezuka's extremely serious eyes, Shun Yuu understood what the other party meant.

This is not a provocation, but an intangible declaration. In this game, his Tezuka Kunimitsu will take the initiative!

"The shirt, go all out." Holding a tennis ball in his hand, Tezuka looked at Yu Yu with a firm gaze.

The only opponent who had obsession was standing in front of him, and he would not keep his hands.

"Right on my mind!"

With a slight smile on his face, the other thoughts on Topsong Yuu slightly converged, kneeling and squatting, ready to receive the hair.

Nod.

Tezuka didn't hesitate at all, and with a shake of his arm, his wrist threw the tennis ball away again.

The next moment.

boom!

It is still a perfect serve combining technique and strength.

Outside the court, I felt short of breath. Judging from the first ball just now, Tezuka definitely applied a special spin on the tennis. If Yuu can't see through the shirt...

It will be sucked back by the Tezuka area, and then will be hit with a double counterattack at the limit of hard work.

This is exactly the same as the tennis system of the restraint department.

Turning his head and glanced at the trace department, he found that he was also looking attentively, but from the palm of his clenched hand, he probably had the same idea as him.

Step on.

Silhouettes stepped on both feet, and there was a cold rush in Yu Yuu's eyes, and his brain was thinking calmly.

At this stage, the core of the Tezuka tennis system is the Tezuka field. Whether it is the hard work of double counterattack, or the subsequent development of the Zero Series, they are all aimed at gaining points after controlling the rhythm of the game in the Tezuka domain.

so……

Just break through this area of ​​Tezuka.

The corner of Shangshan Yu's mouth was slightly hooked, and the sound of crackling thunder came from his body.

呲...

As soon as his steps slipped, his shirt was pulled sideways, his eyes seemed to be throbbing with golden thunder, and the stabbing Tezuka's expression was solemn.

"Stylish Type• Far Thunder!"

With a twist of the thick arm muscles of the shirt, he pulled out a few sharp lines, and then faced the bounced tennis ball with a powerful wave.

boom!

With a loud bang, the tennis ball was like a winding golden lightning, shooting towards the half of the hand mound.

"It's a terrifying straight smash. Can the ball break through Tezuka's field?"

Without concealing the meaning, many people outside the court felt like they saw a golden thunder.

There is no doubt that the speed and strength of the top-up ball has reached Ultimate.

tread!

"He moved!"

Seeing Tezuka taking this crucial step, Shido Ryo looked happy, which proved that Tezuka gave up his magical realm, or was forced to give up by his shirt.

"This feeling...not quite right."

The fingers of the left hand lightly tap the wing of the nose, the solemn color on the face of the mark remains undiminished, was Tezuka really forced to give up just now?

His eyes saw something different. When he served the ball, Tezuka's arm muscles moved in different directions.

A ray of light emerged from his hands and feet, and Tezuka's expression remained unchanged.

There was a strong wind coming out of his body, and he almost didn't delay a moment, and he caught up with the top-up Yuu's counterattack in an instant.

boom!

The racket flicked in the air, and the irregular horrible far thunder was instantly wrapped in colorful brilliance, and it pulled out a diagonal line at a more rapid speed.

"Huh, it's really difficult."

Frowning lightly, the shirt broke out under your feet, and rushed towards his diagonal bottom line.

Tezuka's current understanding of the hard work is almost the same as the memory of Echizen Ryoma. It can not only strengthen the wrist and foot strength alone, but also save physical strength.

Even if the domain is closed, he will be able to fight back.

"Moreover, this kind of ball control precision..."

Glancing at the place where the tennis ball bounced, the excitement in Yu Yu's heart was even greater.

Huh!

After catching up with the tennis ball, the top of the shirt yo's racket straightened, and his backhand was pumped.

boom!

A golden mang wrapped the tennis ball, and after pulling out a straight golden light, it angled sharply towards the dead corner of the hand mound.

"It's too late for this distance..." Qian's face changed slightly.

The resilience of Sung Sung Yu is also not weak. The double-tempered doubling may be the limit for ordinary people, but Sung Sung Yu is definitely the exception.

"Um?"

Next to Qian, Fuji's eyes were sharp, and he caught a key point very keenly, "No, that's right, Tezuka hasn't planned to move since just now."

"This is……"

Gan froze for a moment, and then immediately reacted, "This is the Tezuka domain!"

The moment the tennis ball bounced from the bottom line of Tezuka's backhand.

Whizzing!

An invisible air current appeared around his body again, Tezuka's hair fluttered gently, and his left arm was pulled up diagonally.

The tennis ball quickly flew to his side as if being pulled.

呲...

His left foot straddled forward half a step, drawing a small arc on the ground, and then, the racket head was pressed down by him a few centimeters, aiming at the tennis ball.

Click!

The racket and tennis ball touched in mid-air, like falling leaves in the autumn wind, the tennis ball traversed a perfect curve.

"This short ball is...!"

Off the court, the eyes of the track department became very sharp, his eyes fixed on the slow drop ball.

Gan He Fuji was taken aback, with a smile on his face, "This is Tezuka's zero short ball!"

"What a brilliant calculation, it's a pity... a thunderbolt!"

Just as many spectators were still marveling at the wonders of the Tezuka area, the cold voice of the shirt was heard from the stadium.

Crackling!

There was a flower in front of everyone, and only a golden thunder flashed in the halftime of the shirt.

Puff!

There was a sharp, crisp sound in my ears.

Before the exquisite short ball hit the ground, it bounced back onto the wire fence behind Tezuka.

"Chichichi..."

After the tennis ball rubbed violently on it, it slowly fell from a pothole with a hint of green smoke.

"Good physical fitness, such a terrifying explosive method!"

Outside the court, the tall figure shrank his eyes, and his body was agitated, revealing a strand of blond hair under Kabuto.

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