Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

The rhythm of the serve paused for a while, and the shirt swept across Shiraishi, with a hint of surprise on his face, "Is that just... the breath has changed."

Shiraishi's mistake in receiving the serve just now wasn't the reason why his serve was too violent. Obviously, the other party is beginning to make some kind of attempt.

Recalling Shiraishi's evolution in his memory, there was a look of expectation on Sung Yuu's face.

"Will it be that?!"

Although basic tennis has its limits, human potential is limitless.

The path that Baishi finally took was to take the original foundation one step further, from a perfectly round "Bible" to a more varied "Star Bible".

"Whether it evolves, or that step is taken, let me measure it with the racket in my hand."

The shirt thought carefully, but the movements in his hands were not slow.

boom!

A stream of light exploded on Baishi's side again.

At the same time, Shushou Yuu's perception is fully open, and he earnestly feels the change in Shiraishi's original aura.

Snapped!

The still unpleasant hitting sound sounded, and the tennis ball was struck by Shiraishi on the front end of the racket, flying towards the shirt with an astonishing momentum.

"This ball..."

Frowning, the shirt you dodge sideways, without any intention of picking it up.

Just listen to a bang.

The tennis didn't change at all, it hit the wall behind shirt you heavily, and made a dull noise.

"Ah...out of bounds, 30-0!"

The referee gave Shiraishi a weird look before announcing.

"White Rock, what are you doing!!"

Ninzuqian also looked a little anxious, put his hands on his lips, and shouted loudly like a horn.

At the level of Shiraishi, such a mistake in receiving a serve shouldn't be true, and Shiraishi did not miss the serve in the second game, but this time...

"Kenya, shut up, don't interfere with the game!" On the sidelines, Watanabe Xiu's face suddenly became serious, and he reprimanded.

In a tennis match, people outside the court are generally not allowed to speak to interfere with the players on the court during the match, not to mention the yelling of Shinzuken.

You know, even the cheerleaders outside the field are reminded to silence by the referee when the players serve the ball.

"Sorry, coach!"

Ninzuqian also turned white, and immediately bowed and apologized from the stand of the Sitianbao Temple camp.

I was really too impatient just now, and I was a little afraid that Baishi had lost his confidence. He fully understands the pain of being ruthlessly crushed by his opponent in what he is good at.

"Ah, don't care."

With a wave of his hand, Shiraishi showed a relieved smile toward the sidelines.

Now he, it would be better to say that he is extremely cheerful!

the other side.

Brows were soothed in the shirt, and there was a smile on his face. Just now, Shiraishi's ball had undergone extraordinary changes.

In other words, the strength of the counterattack has become stronger!

"Sure enough, although it is not perfect yet, the prototype has already appeared."

Looking across the half-time, Jackie Yu saw the excitement in Shiraishi's eyes.

But also, no matter who it is, such emotions will appear when they find that they have found the right direction.

boom!

The tennis ball was sent out from the hands of Yu Yu.

With a trembling, the tennis ball drew a very smooth arc in mid-air, like a dragonfly leaping on the court.

The angle is tricky, the ball is about to burst out of the court.

Shiraishi's eyes flickered, following his own training instinct for a long time, pulling his arm back.

"That's it, after finding a certain point, and then maintaining this'perfect'."

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but raised slightly, and the racket in Shiraishi's hand suddenly swung downward.

boom!

The blue ripples on the tennis ball dissipated and flew directly over the net.

"This is a powerful side spin." His eyes swept over the tennis ball that Shiraishi hit back, and shirt Yuu quickly analyzed it in his heart.

"It looks like you have already found a little feeling." Shang Shan Yu's body pressed forward, and the whole person's breath was very calm. "However, I won't give you a chance."

tread!

With a hard pad on his left foot, the shirt Yu slapped the racket in his hand horizontally, then turned around cleverly, and the net cut across from the side of the tennis ball.

"Luzhi type• Uzumaki reversed!"

A whirlpool of blue and blue swirled around Jong Yuu's side, waiting for the tennis ball to roll to the limit on his racket.

call out!

A beam of light blue light envelops the tennis ball in a flash.

"Found it, chance!"

I don't know when, Shiraishi has already reached the spot of the tennis ball. The corner of his mouth clicks confidently, and the frame of the racket flashes precisely on the trajectory of the streamer.

boom!

"Round table strike!"

The tennis ball was twisted and deformed by a huge force, and then like a yellow streamer, it fell directly on Yu Yu's backhand.

"Chichichi..."

There was a violent friction sound, and the tennis ball bounced straight up straight after a powerful spin on the ground.

At the same time, the virtual shadows of eight tennis balls suddenly appeared in the air, as if forming a perfect circle. The shadows of several balls scattered in different directions like blooming flowers.

"A brilliant change ball!" Yu Yu's eyes shrank, and he gave a light compliment.

Shiraishi's ball already has the flavor of Byodoin American pirates.

"It's a pity... I stayed on the ground for too long."

hiss!

As he breathed, his arm stretched quickly.

Swish Swish!

There seemed to be countless arms and rackets appearing in the midair, and in just one moment, Yu Yu slapped all those phantoms who wanted to escape.

boom!

Finally, an astonishing thunder light exploded at the bottom corner of Baishi.

"No, no?!" Golden Koharu rubbed his eyes with an incredulous expression. What did he see just now!

On the side, Cai Qianguang's eyes widened, and a look of shock appeared on his face, "Minister Shiraishi's round table slam, just one round..."

They didn't expect that the opportunity that Shiraishi finally found, but still had no effect on the shirt Yu.

"It deserves to be the existence of that level of strength." Yuan Zhe also trembled his eyes, and after a moment of silence, he quietly muttered to himself.

...

"I really didn't keep my hands at all..."

Shiraishi lowered his head and glanced at the ball mark not far away, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help showing a bit of bitterness, "Moreover, the action of hitting eight in a row just now makes people feel desperate."

Like a huge mountain standing high, the strength that the shirt Yu showed only now made him feel helpless.

The joy that he had been making progress in the past cooled down suddenly, and Bai Shi's face showed a trace of tenacity. With such an opponent in front, his progress is not to be praised.

"Go ahead!" Staring at the shirt Yuu with fighting spirit, Shiraishi gently stroked the end of his sweaty hair, his face was excited: "Let's have a fun and exciting game!"

"Hehe, as you wish."

Seeing Shiraishi's slow fighting spirit, his shirt was easy to do.

boom!

...

"Game, shirt Yuu, 4-0!"

...

boom!

boom!

Soon, the fierce batting sound sounded on the court again.

"Shiraishi Kuranosuke is really an amazing person."

Seeing Shiraishi on the court getting more and more courageous, he couldn't help but let out a sigh of admiration. Only when you really face the shirt can you experience the gap and powerlessness.

And now, Shiraishi seems to be throwing the initiative in constantly trying to regain the court, and his style of play is becoming more and more offensive.

The type of person he met the last time seemed to be the minister of Qingxue. Kunomitsu Tezuka was also driven to a desperate situation at the time, but he was still fighting to the last moment.

"Forbearance, this group of guys are just like this uncle, they are all unwilling to admit defeat."

On the side, Tracebe seemed to see through the thoughts in Ninzu's heart, and said with some pride and some satisfaction.

When he chose to return to China to spend his middle school time, he really did nothing wrong.

Strong opponents and friends in the same industry, these are things that he is worth looking forward to in the days to come.

...

On the field.

After looking at Shiraishi's master's own abilities, Shang Shan Yu showed a hint of approval in his eyes.

"The last goal, Shiraishi, keep getting stronger!"

Ho!

Jacky Yu stepped on the ground with one foot, and a bright thunder light suddenly appeared on the court.

Damn it!

The tennis ball was pressed by Ultimate's speed and impact, and the rubber ball was almost swept into a vertical line.

Lightning flashes!

When Shiraishi raised his eyes, the tennis ball brought a strong wind to blow away a few strands of broken brown hair on his forehead, and his eyes were full of thunderous light and shadow.

"I saw...but my speed!"

Yingying's white light almost overflowed from his eyes, and Baishi's body suddenly exploded with a terrifying speed.

"Ho--!"

A few blue veins appeared in the neck, and Shiraishi's arm stretched out to the limit.

"I got it!"

Hey!

The tennis ball only rubbed on the racket net for a moment.

soon!

Another harsh rubbing sound rang on the ground.

With a loud bang, the tennis ball has rolled down to Shiraishi's backcourt.

"Game, Bingdi Academy top shirt Yuu, 6-0!"

"The singles number two is over and Bingdi Academy tops Yuu to win the game 6-0."

Seeing a racket with a charred hole in his hand, Bai Shi was stunned.

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