Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

Dislocation of the hand joint, and in this case can still hit back the tennis ball.

This is the talent of Jusaburo Mori, and it is not unheard of before, but this time the opponent seems to have raised it to a new level.

Bang...

Mouri Kosaburo lightly tapped the tennis ball twice, and after patrolling the court once, he set his gaze on Shibubu's body.

The dual growth of mind and body allowed him to make many attempts that he hadn't dared to do before, coupled with the wrong habits that Liu Lianer corrected him last year, this is where his confidence this year lies.

"Trace-kun, your eyesight has no effect on me!"

With a confession toward the trail, Mouri Tosaburo tossed the tennis ball in his hand.

boom!

The tennis ball flashed at the top half of the court.

Facing the powerful incoming ball, the eyebrows of the trace were slightly raised, "What you just said was a provocation to my uncle?"

"If so... then you succeeded!"

boom!

He pressed his arm against the racket, his wrist was quite stable, and the pale yellow tennis ball was still tearing the surface of the racket.

"Freeze!"

The cold light in his eyes swept away, and suddenly, one after another gleaming ice ridges pierced Mouri Jusaburo's halftime. Even outside the court felt a biting chill.

Huh!

Trace Department pulled the racket obliquely for a stroke, and the tennis ball quickly flashed to one of the erected ice ridges.

Under the vision of Ultimate, it is no accident that this is the absolute dead end of Toshizaburo Mouri.

"Trace-kun, I said, your eyesight can no longer work for me!"

Unlike last year, Maori’s body was still stiff for a while. This time, when Maori Kosaburo saw the tennis ball flying over, a bright white light flashed on his body.

After a few squeaks of the arm holding the pat, Jusaburo Mouri took out an afterimage, and his body sprinted out directly.

The slightly curly crimson hair wafted, and his feet slid around, and his arm stretched out an exaggerated arc.

boom!

I saw a golden light exploded in the bottom corner of the trace.

"My uncle's ice world..."

Atobe took a blank look at the tennis ball behind him, and Jusaburo Mouri really ignored the shackles of his ice world just now.

"Right, trace-kun." Maori looked at trace with scorching eyes. "Yours is a combination of mental power and eyesight, but mine is a combination of spiritual power and physical talent."

"Your eyesight can't stop me!"

It seems that he is extraordinarily confident, Mouri Jusaburo's will is firm.

boom!

"40-0"

...

boom!

"1-1"

...

boom!

"Game, Jusaburo Moori, 2-1!"

"He even chased the score back in the blink of an eye..." Hijiru murmured to himself with a lightly squeezed fist.

Obviously from a moment ago, the trail began to fall into the wind, and the foot power of the guy on the opposite side was too amazing.

Whether it's a see-saw bottom line ball or a chance ball at the boundary of the net, Tosaburo Maurizaburo will always catch up at the first time.

"Furthermore, since the start of the game, the opposite lob has never been played." Yu Xian Yu folded his arms and added coldly.

Obviously, Li Haida didn't do a lot of homework for the trace department, and immediately blocked the smash skills of trace department.

Coupled with the fact that Tang Huaise serves and the world of ice is perfectly restrained by Mouri Kosaburo, it can be said that the only thing that Shabu can rely on is his physical strength that usually does not reveal the landscape.

"The opponent's physical fitness is not bad, and the strength of the ball played at that speed will not be much weaker."

Shinzu has a clear mind, and his brain is actively predicting the game tactics behind Morrisaburo. It is not an optimal solution for the trace department to rely on physical strength to pass the test.

"Is this..." Hijiruo was silent.

"The game is undecided, we still have to believe in the ruins. Losing, but a catalyst for a person's rapid growth." Shang Shanyou smiled and encouraged.

Tracebe is not like Fuji's kind of player who hasn't made his own direction. After losing to Yukimura in the last exchange game, he must have some new insights.

Next, it depends on whether he can cross over in this game.

...

boom!

It was another sharp diagonal smash, and the tennis ball was ejected directly from the backhand of the trace.

"Game, Tosaburo Mouri, 3-1!"

The ball was exchanged, and the serving party once again came to the ice emperor's side.

"call……"

He spit out the dull air in his chest and looked at Mouri Jusaburo with awe-inspiring expression. While pressing the tennis ball with his palm, his brain was thinking quickly.

Huh!

Throwing the ball with the palm upwards, twisting the muscles of the whole body, under the raised skirt, a few tough lines are particularly eye-catching.

The body bounced back like a big bow, and a strong force came from the wrist of the mark, and he swung the racket down fiercely.

boom!

The violent spin attached to the tennis ball and flew towards the Maori half-court at a very low angle.

"Finally can't help it."

With a faint smile on his face, Maori could see at a glance what the trace of this gesture meant.

Tatata!

Overcoming the forward rhythm problem, the speed of the Maori sprint is comparable to the lateral speed that he is proud of.

Click!

The moment the tennis fell to the ground at extreme speed, Maori's overextended racket arrived at the same time.

boom!

The arm was pulled and pulled, and Maori relied on the ability to dislocate to directly pull the tennis ball with a very low bounce height out of an arc.

Still not picking up the flying or raising the tennis ball, Maori did not give the track department the opportunity to play waltz or escape music.

"You think this will stump my uncle!"

At this moment, a figure jumped up vertically not far in front of the net. Facing the sun, the purple-gray hair seemed to be shining.

The track department held the racket with both hands, slung it on the waist side of the body, and took a sharp draw against the tennis ball that had just jumped to the highest point of the arc.

boom!

At the moment Maori was inattentive, a strong wind hit the grip of his racket.

With a click, the racket dropped to the ground, and the tennis ball bounced back high.

"Oops…"

With a solemn expression, Mouri Kosaburo sighed secretly.

Sure enough, the sole of the foot of the next instant trail stepped towards the ground, and the body was like a gray big Peng, jumping into the air.

"Let you see the superb skills of this uncle!"

There was a hint of excitement flashing in the dark blue eyes, and Trace Department waved his arms to aim the racket at the tennis ball and slammed it hard.

Boom!

There was a light tremor from the ground, and the tennis ball crashed down not far from Maori's side.

"Sharp fast break, smooth and flowing, all in one go!" Sanada's eyes flashed, and the set of Tracebe just now was somewhat similar to his style of play.

Tang Huaise served a nearly seamless vertical center of gravity smash in front of the net. Such a short distance did not have much time for Maori to think about it, and then there was a waltz of one hit that would kill him.

The lob, which Maori wanted to evade before, turned out to be a point of use by the trajectory this time, successfully opening up a bit of a situation.

"It's really amazing, but I won't be so careless about the next ball." Maori picked up his racket and sighed slightly.

"Hehe, next time this uncle will use another method to continue to attack you!"

The gaze in his eyes was very cold, and the traces were not letting go.

boom!

"30-0"

...

boom!

"15-30"

...

boom!

boom!

In this round, the situation became anxious once again. Even if Trace had the advantage of serving, it would be difficult to find a breakthrough from Maori's hands.

Twenty minutes later.

boom!

"useless!"

Maori's hearty laughter spread throughout the audience, and his body brazenly broke free from the shackles of the world of ice.

It seemed to be a dead end of the body, but it was cleverly avoided by his physical talent.

Chi Chi Chi Chi...

The tennis ball rubbed quickly in the backcourt of the trail, and then ejected at a deflection angle in the opposite direction.

"Game, Jusaburo Morrisa, Affiliated Middle School of Likai University, 4-2!"

"It's not good to go on like this, he can't break the opponent's serve at all."

Shido Ryo's brows frowned slightly, although the last game was difficult to defend his serve, but as soon as Mouri Tosaburo's serve, he quickly missed.

"Without the restraining effect of Tang Huaise's serve, the opponent has a greater advantage."

Xiang Ri was also helpless, and at the same time he was a little lucky that they had won all the doubles, otherwise Li Haida would have won three games.

Up to now, they can't say whether this lineup is good or bad. Although Yu Yu is stuck with Yukimura Seiichi, the second and third singles on the opposite side are also very good.

Tick...tick...

There was still a drop of sweat falling from his chin, and his body was drooping slightly, as if something was brewing.

Although the world of ice is useless, Trace Department has never given up looking for every trace of loopholes.

Just as he was sure after losing to Yukimura, his insight, or eyesight, is the key to his further progress.

"If the ice emperor's king can't command the people below, he is still a king."

"I'm... Keigo Atobe!"

His eyes glared fiercely, and Tracebe felt a refreshing rush into his brain instantly. He was deeply trapped in the predicament of extinguishing the five senses, and Yajutsu's wild posture...

Everything went quickly through his mind.

I don't know when, a icy chill began to spread on the court. The sun was shining brightly, but everyone felt a chill. In a trance, they seemed to see the Siberian wind blowing here.

boom!

The racquet in the trace department just swung downwards suddenly, and there was a crackling sound, like the sound of ice breaking.

Huhu!

Tennis was like a violent blizzard, Mouri Jusaburo only felt his body temperature drop rapidly, and his entire body was stained with frost.

"Ten, fifteen to zero!"

The referee shuddered unconsciously and announced with a light tremor.

boom!

Another terrifying blizzard came.

"30-0"

...

boom!

"Game, Jinggo, the relics of the Ice Emperor Academy, 3-4!"

Unstoppable, the terrifying aura suddenly erupted from Trace, as if everyone was trapped in an ice-covered country.

boom!

"Mistaken serve!"

...

boom!

"Game, Ice Emperor Academy, 4-4!"

...

"Game, Ice Emperor Academy, 5-4!"

"This momentum is really terrifying!"

Reinhardt stretched out a hand and felt it, as if he could also experience the feeling of being in a glacier country.

"The other party is about to go to Ultimate in this aspect." Hopkins admired and sighed with emotion.

"Probably... it's worse." Reinhardt smiled, "It seems that Neon is really a good place."

Turning his gaze to the field, Trace Department had completely reversed the previous decline.

"End in the kingdom of the uncle!"

There was a white light in his eyes, and the trail seemed to have seen through everything about Mouri Jusaburo.

boom!

I saw a terrifying cold current whizzing past.

"Game, Jinggo, 6-4!"

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