Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

"Game, Bingdi Academy top shirt Yu, 2-0!"

Glancing at the trail of light smoke on the court, the referee quickly made a penalty this time.

"After all, it was protected by the other party." Dashi's hands were tightly grasped on the fence in front of him, the expression on his face was quite tangled.

Although I guessed in my heart that the serve game of the top Yu Yu will be guaranteed, but when the result is really in front of you, I will still feel uncomfortable.

He is not a fool. Tezuka's various tricks are sealed by Yuu Yu from time to time. From this point of view, it can be seen that there is still a strength and weakness between the two sides.

Tezuka doesn't seem to have a good solution to the various moves that Yushang Yu interspersed in the game.

...

"DaDa...DaDa..."

Tezuka bowed slightly, hitting the tennis ball in front of him, his gaze was still so calm, even if he was two games behind now, he couldn't shake his heart.

Huh!

The tennis ball was thrown straight from his palm.

The next moment.

With his elbow twisted, the racket was pressed at an angle without a trace, and he hit the tennis racket directly.

boom!

The angle is still so tricky, and the tennis ball pulled out a steep yellow light, which landed precisely on the half-time of the tops Yuu's backhand.

"Really calm mind." The shirt raised his eyes and glanced, with a smile on his face.

Step on.

Just the moment he quickly chased after him.

"Bah Bah Bah -"

The tennis ball fell to the ground and made a sound of rubbing against the ground. Then, under the gaze of the audience, there was no bounce, and it rolled towards the middle net.

"This is!?"

For a moment when Tsung Yuu rushed straight forward, her light brown eyes suddenly shrank, and a trace of unspeakable emotion rose in her heart.

"Sure enough, the zero serve was also developed by Tezuka." After being surprised, Yu Shan Yu felt that this made sense.

Since Tezuka was able to use the zero short ball at the beginning without reservation, it proved that he must have left behind for this game.

Although both of them said they would go all out, they would not be like fools, showing all their cards from the beginning.

Not to mention that as a tennis player, you have to consider the tactics and strategies on the court. There are also many double intelligence-detecting eyes outside the court that are peeping at them.

"But even so... you are really not welcome at all."

Casting his gaze into Tezuka's eyes, Yuu Yuu saw a cluster of burning flames in there. Tezuka's fighting spirit is more vigorous than at the beginning.

Off the court.

Many people were astonished as if they were stuck in their throats, their mouths opened slightly, and they looked at the figure in the blue and white team uniform on the court with an incredible expression.

"Hey, Tracebe, the ball didn't bounce at all just now, right..."

His stubborn eyes stared at the tennis ball under the middle net. He had already seen it with his own eyes, but he couldn't help but asked the trace department.

The scene just now was indeed a bit surprising.

"A serve that won't bounce, no, or a zero serve, he actually did this step."

The eyes of the traces were faint, and the white light in the deep eyes kept flickering.

This is a serve that is more terrifying than his Don Wise serve, and he can't even guarantee whether or not the shirt can crack this serve.

After all, the rule of tennis receiving is that the receiver must wait for the tennis ball to bounce before hitting the ball.

In the corner of the court, the man with Kabuto had his eyes hot at this time. He didn't expect that coming to Neon this time really made him discover two excellent seedlings.

"If you can bring them back to the U.S., no, even as long as one..."

There was a glimmer of prospects in his eyes. Last year, their US team stopped fifth again. This is simply unacceptable for the United States, which has always wanted to intervene in the World Tennis Association.

"The days when world tennis was monopolized by Europe has changed!"

"Kazhi!"

I don't know what he thought of, the ball pen in his hand originally used to record was directly pinched to break by him. The sudden burst of noise made the audience around him look sideways.

Upon seeing this, he closed the notes in his hand, pulled his cap Kabuto very low-key, and withdrew from the crowd.

Tezuka's sudden force made the Qingxue all the spirits, as long as it is not a tennis player, you can see the terrible part of the serve just now.

Slap, slap...

He didn't pay the slightest attention to the external exclamation, and Tezuka's movements were as steady as a rock.

Huh!

The tennis ball vacated and tossed, still the familiar movement, with the elbow twisted, the tennis ball looked like a golden light, and shot towards the angle of the hair extension area of ​​the shirt.

Step on!

Under everyone's gaze, Shang Shan Yu's body quickly pressed forward.

"What does he want to do? That way, he wants to try to take over Minister Tsuka's serve. This is impossible..." With a trace of surprise on his face, Taocheng shouted out with excitement.

Not only him, but the other youth school members around him also raised their hearts to their throats. They have seen all kinds of inhuman abilities in Yuu Yuu.

"What if this ball..."

Such a terrible thought quietly came to their minds.

On the field.

I saw a whirlwind around Shang Xian You's body, and his figure looked very elegant and agile.

Under everyone's attention, his rushing body suddenly raised his right arm back.

Click.

As soon as the tennis ball landed, the eyes of Yuu Yuu's shirt flashed.

"Stylish Type• Ascend to the Sand Dust!"

Huh!

The arm drove the racket with a strong bottom-up wave, and several strong winds rose from the top-top racket.

At the same time, a layer of cyan radiance appeared on the ankle of Tsong Yuu, and his body continued to flash forward.

"This is... the wind!"

No longer able to maintain the expression on his face, Fuji's eyes opened sharply, his eyes full of incredible expressions.

He is sensitive to changes in the wind, and even said that the rudimentary new moves in his mind are related to the wind.

He prides himself that no one knows better than him in the use and perception of wind.

However, now the shirt Yu has completely broken the only trace of pride in his heart.

"clatter!"

The soft beat of the tennis ball, like thunder, thundered in Tezuka's heart.

The zero serve was also broken by the top!

Suppressing the mixed thoughts in his heart, he understands that now is not the time to be distracted, just when he is preparing to defend.

boom!

A fierce chipping ball galloped past his side, and that terrifying spin dragged a hideous trace on the court.

The master made a move, and the time was right. The moment when Tezuka Akira just now was enough to catch his loophole.

"One Type•Cut, please taste!"

After making a closing action, Yuu Yu was like a stray swordsman, unrestrained and unrestrained.

With a smile at the corner of his mouth, Yu Yuu gazed at the hand mound and walked towards the backcourt silently.

For the first time, on the occasion of such a formal game, the shirt showed his third way of breathing.

"This guy has always reserved something before." Ajiujin's face was a little gloomy, leaning on the railing of the Ice Emperor stand.

He is very sensitive to breath perception, and it is clear that this is another different mode of the shirt.

Only then did he know that when he was playing against him, Yuu hadn't been serious at all.

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