Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

Tatata!

As he moved quickly, Shiraishi was constantly thinking in his heart.

The overall strength of Shang Shan Yu is undoubtedly much higher than that of him, but his belief in his tennis path will not waver.

Swish...

Allowing the strong wind to blow on his face, Shiraishi's breathing was very rhythmic when he was running, and his body was steadily pulled to the side of the tennis ball flying towards the bottom corner.

boom!

Shaking the racket in his hand, Shiraishi tightened the muscles of his arm.

This ball does not seem to be too weak.

Whoosh!

The tennis ball brought out a light yellow golden light and flew back directly.

Everyone outside the court only felt that the rabbits were up and down, and the two had already fought back and forth.

"This guy's foundation has improved again."

His eyes were deep, Shiraishi clearly saw this situation. If Shiraishi was still a small closed loop, now the opponent has completed a big closed loop with the court.

With the ball just now, he even cleverly integrated his own sprint speed into the counterattack. Although it looks very simple, the power is not bad at all.

but……

Trace Department shook his head, and didn't say any more in his heart.

"Very delicate and efficient play, not enough, your rhythm is still too slow!"

"this……"

Before Shiraishi had even mentioned the rhythm of the next ball, with a soft sound, a lightning-fast, crisp sound immediately passed into his ears.

Boom!

Jin Guang exploded in his other half.

"Song Yuu scored 15-0!"

When he looked up again, Bai Shi only saw the bright smile that was a little cheerful and dazzling.

The master moves, the rhythm is the heaviest.

But it is clear that his ball-handling rhythm has been suppressed by Yuu.

"In that case..."

Da Da... Da Da...

Shiraishi tapped the tennis ball twice and adjusted his posture slightly, his mind moved.

Huh!

Stretching the tennis ball straight with one hand, bending his knees and pressing his legs, his body bends like a tight bow.

After the tennis ball fell to the most appropriate position, his bandaged left arm swung, and the racket pressed down quickly.

boom!

The tennis ball was shot with a single blow, pressing at the vertical angle between the service line and the boundary line at extreme speed. Immediately, at a deflection angle, he flew out towards the backhand of the shirt Yuu.

"Repeat the old technique?"

Seeing Shiraishi's intensified serve, the corner of his shirt Yuu's mouth was slightly hooked, "Such speed is useless to me."

Step on!

There is no need to think too much. The shirt spans two steps forward, and the racket is pulled back to the half of the left arm shoulder, and the backhand is pumped hard.

boom!

A sharp golden light flew upside down.

"Shiraishi, this is..."

"He wants to suppress it online!"

Hara Zhe also firmly grasped the railing in front of him, and answered Ninzuqian's somewhat surprised question.

The rhythm of the shirt Yu is too fast, if Shiraishi stays near the bottom line and seesaws, it will be difficult for his body to keep up with the rhythm of the shirt Yu.

The other side obviously doesn't look burly, but has a terrifying body that makes people fearful.

It's no secret that Shang Shan Yu's physical fitness is strong. Many of them got a glimpse of the tip of the iceberg during the last training camp.

Baishi's footsteps are very fast, and it seems that every step is appropriate and good. When everyone reacts, he has already blocked in front of the net with a sideways pat.

Snapped!

With the palm of his right hand holding the bottom frame of the racket, Shiraishi's short shot before the net is still the ultimate standard.

The tennis ball jumped out of a very low arc and almost floated past the middle net.

However, the next moment!

There was a bang.

Baishi only felt a sharp breath suddenly rushing towards him.

Accompanied by a cold, water-like calm murmur: "Type One•Thunderbolt flashes!"

call out!

A golden thunder light flashed across his eyes, and Shiraishi could only feel a scorching and sharp aura flying by him.

"Song Yuu scored, 30-0!"

The referee glanced at the deep white marks wiped out on the court and pronounced aloud.

call!

Seeing Yuu Yuu standing in front of him, Shiraishi suddenly felt a strong sense of oppression.

"It deserves to be a thunderbolt at the speed of Ultimate." Shiraishi's voice was very soft, tightening the racket in his hand.

This is not the first time he has seen this move, but as the strength of the shirt has improved, the power of the move is also getting bigger.

"It's too fast, it's still a level I can't touch now."

At Sitianbao Temple, Ninzuqian also squeezed his palm hard, staring tightly at the back of Shangshangyu.

Thunderbolt, a horror skill that requires physical support, no matter how many times you see it, every time it is so amazing.

On the side, the golden Koharu's face was rare and serious. He pushed his eyes lightly and sighed: "Yes, if it's just a simple speed, it's all about the speed. Under that situation, Brother Yu can accurately control it. The ball, this is the most terrifying."

Golden Koharu once consciously calculated the speed of the top Yuu after using a thunderbolt. It can only be said that it is incredible to control the ball accurately in that situation.

"So, that's why he can be the first person we call it." Yuji Ichiji smiled as he put his arm on the golden Koharu's shoulder.

In every era, there are always people who are beyond common sense.

...

"Go on with all your strength, I said, I won't stay behind." The shirt's eyes swept away awe-inspiringly, and his tone was calm.

"Shiraishi, now facing me, who is more fundamental than you in all aspects, what will you do?"

There was a glimmer of expectation in his mind, his shirt chuckled lightly, without saying more, he turned around and walked back to his backfield.

Of course, Shiraishi's foundation is quite solid and solid, but in this era of tennis that pays more attention to mental strength, if he can't make a breakthrough, then he is still slightly mediocre.

call!

Taking a deep breath, Shiraishi squeezed the tennis ball in his hand tightly, his eyes facing away from his shirt.

boom!

...

"Game, Bingdi Academy top shirt Yu, 1-0!"

...

boom!

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

...

boom!

"Game, Bingdi Academy top shirt Yu, 3-0!"

"Exchange venue!"

With a strong offensive, the shirt Yuu broke directly and continuously.

It seems that Shiraishi has been playing perfectly, and the sleek use of basic tennis makes him seem to be able to handle the situation perfectly no matter what the situation is.

"But... the score was taken by Yuu Yu." Watanabe Xiu's mouth picked up the toothpick in his mouth, and some helplessly pressed his straw hat with his hand, "Although I don't want to admit...but the opponent's tennis ball, I am afraid that it has broken away from the shackles of the situation and has moved to a higher and deeper level."

After wiping the sweat off his forehead, Shiraishi nodded gently from the side.

If his tennis ball is a closed ring, then the shirt Yu is a big box for the ring. His circle is not big enough to include a container that can hold the circle itself.

"Or, my path is here." As if thinking of a key point, Baishi's eyes lit up slightly, "If one aspect is not enough..."

The fog of the future was swept away, and Shiraishi's breathing became a little quick. He found that he seemed to be too rigid before.

Equilibrium is not necessarily comprehensive, and it is not necessarily an equilibrium to make flexible and effective adjustments based on changes in the situation and opponents!

After a minute and a half.

"The game starts again!"

The referee gave an order, and the two stood up from the sidelines, and the short break was over.

"Go on..."

Lifting his gaze, Shang Xian Yu glanced at Shiraishi's body up and down.

"If you can't change it, it's meaningless to me."

The shirt shook his head, throwing his arm and dunking the racket.

Damn it!

A winding thunder light appeared on the court, blasting at his feet in Baishi's slightly excited eyes.

boom!

Raising his hand and waving a twitch, an unnatural look appeared on Baishi's face.

"Out of bounds, 15-0!"

Although the tennis was out of bounds, Shiraishi did not feel the slightest frustration on his face. Glancing at the racket in his hand, he smiled and waved it up and down.

"It's feasible, but it still needs a lot of experimentation and practice." Shiraishi felt the burden on his arm, and felt a little more clear in his heart.

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