Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

boom!

With a trembling, the tennis ball struck out a white light and pressed it against the foot of the track again.

There was a faint smile on Yukimura's face, and a strange purple meaning flashed in his eyes, "Skibe student, feel the despair that I have experienced before."

"The despair he has experienced?!"

Tezuka, Shinzu and others on the sidelines were taken aback.

Yukimura had a smile like a spring breeze on his face, but the words he said were shocking.

What happened to make someone like Komura Seiichi say such a thing?

Silence, surprise!

Especially Liu Lianji, his squinted eyes opened slightly, and he glanced sharply at the silent Sanada and Nioh.

"It's no wonder that Sanada called me for the Kanto lottery last month, and then took Kirara with me."

A trace of enlightenment rose in Liu Lian'er's heart, and then lowered her eyes and sighed slightly: "Unexpectedly, I was also deceived."

Obviously, Nioh and Sanada should have understood this matter. Yukumura was afraid of affecting the rest of them, so he chose to hide it.

The brain quickly moved back, and he quickly thought of the only time when Sanada and Nioh had an abnormality together.

Last year’s summer vacation school trip!

Only this time, both of them chose to be alone, and both happened to be in areas near Tokyo.

"call……"

"After this game, go back and ask more questions."

Rubbing her eyebrows, Liu Lian'er focused on the court again.

...

boom!

"40-0!"

...

boom!

"Game, Seiichi Komura, 1-1!"

"Student Mibe, do you want to stick to it?" Yukimura calmly stood in front of the net and sighed softly.

At this time, the hands and feet of the trace were jittered to varying degrees, which was a manifestation of uncontrolled muscles and nerves.

"What are you kidding..." Jibe's face sank, and he gritted his teeth and said: "My uncle is... Jibe Jingwu!"

Strongly propped up and straightened, a proud smile appeared on the face of Jibu.

"continue!"

Tracebe squeezed the tennis ball in his hand, glanced over Yukimura, and said loudly, "Don't be scared by this uncle!"

Huh!

The tennis ball was thrown into the air.

The footsteps of Trace Department jumped up high, and a pair of deep eyes instantly locked Yukimura's body firmly.

Whoosh whoosh!

The ice ridges projected down one by one, and all the bones and joints of Yukimura's body were clearly seen by Trace Department.

"freeze!"

As if catharsis, Trace Department roared. At the same time, the racket in his hand was heavily depressed.

Bang!

"This is..." Yukimura slid a drop of cold sweat across his temples, "Is it possible to serve like this..."

He clearly saw the trajectory of the tennis ball, but his body couldn't react, he couldn't move at all.

"Sorry, in the eyes of my uncle, this is your absolute dead end. With your current body posture, you can't cope with it!"

Click!

The ice ridges shattered under the wind and snow, and the tennis ball rolled slippery to Yukimura's feet.

"Game, Keigo Atobe, 15-0!"

Huhu!

The trace department gasped twice, this kind of opportunity to find through high-pressure serve, but not so easy.

However, effective is enough!

He raised his eyes and smiled, and the trace of the shot slowed down for a while, and he felt that his symptoms seemed to be alleviated in the shot just now.

boom!

"Achibe Keigo scored, 30-0!"

...

boom!

"40-0!"

...

boom!

"Game, Keigo Atobe, 2-1!"

"Exchange venue!"

"Trace Department..."

The shirt looked at the stubborn and proud figure, with a bright smile on his face.

Facing Yukimura, Atobe is tempering his spiritual will step by step. In his opinion, this is a very precious choice.

"It turned out to be an Ace ball. It was obvious that Minister had the advantage just now." Jackal Mulberry's dark face was slightly startled.

Beside him, Marui Fumuri blew a bubble too softly and said, "This is also the reason why the Minister took it seriously from the beginning."

Looking at the gray figure off the court, his eyes showed sincere admiration.

The kind of pain suffered by the trace department before, they can realize how terrifying just by watching it on the stage.

But the other party broke free step by step, anyway, such a person is worthy of respect.

...

After a short break, the game continues!

boom!

As usual, Yukimura just sent the ball at high speed.

"Here again, this ball..."

Tracebe felt the mental power of the envoy above the tennis ball, and he felt a sigh in his heart.

He is not a fool, and one round is enough time for him to think about something.

In the few balls that Yukimura played before, it contained what the opponent wanted to pass to him.

Or rather, that kind of desperate experience!

The mental power attached to the tennis ball is like a tentacles, and Yukimura has mixed all the desperate negative emotions he has experienced.

In that case...

An icy light flashed in the eyes of the trace, and the racket in his hand struck horizontally, slanting everything down towards the bottom of the tennis ball.

Bang!

Suddenly, a beam of white light flew back.

"The pain is weakened!" The trembling of the arm muscles was strongly pressed, and his face was overjoyed, "It really works!"

"Although my mental power is not the strongest, if I only achieve this level, then it will be enough."

The corners of his mouth were coldly hooked, and the traces were patted with both hands, leaning down and pressing toward the net.

"The high-speed cut in the lower left corner."

Yukimura's eyes narrowed slightly, making it difficult to see his thoughts and thoughts, and his face still kept a perfect smile.

...

boom!

"15-0!"

...

boom!

boom!

...

The situation seems to be deadlocked for the first time.

"He is... broke the game?!"

Shinzu looked at the lower part and gradually began to adapt, with a growing smile on his face, a light flashed in his calm eyes.

The previous move by Yukimura seemed to be found by the Atobe, and now at the appearance of the Atobe, he is gradually allowing his body to adapt.

"No, he is impatient." The shirt frowned and said in a deep voice, "This is another trap set by Yukimura!"

Comparing Tezuka's reaction at the time, Yukimura's move obviously hasn't used all his strength.

It can be called desperate mood by Yukimura himself, so there is only the illness that he had revealed in advance.

Injuries happen to be the biggest nightmare of an athlete.

"Tops, what do you mean?"

The Bingdi people withdrew from the joyful emotions, and asked in a deep voice, looking sideways.

"Don't forget, the conditions for eliminating the five senses." Shun Yuu reminded coldly with her hands on her chest.

"His~"

"So this is the real purpose of Komura Seiichi?!"

Ninzu's eyes suddenly shrank. Just now, he also subconsciously ignored the five senses that Trace Department had evaded successfully from the beginning.

The tactics that were very successful at the beginning have unknowingly changed with the changes in the situation.

He is in danger!

...

boom!

"Hang the net."

"Yukimura scored 40-15!"

On the high chair, the referee said in a deep voice.

"It's starting, the five senses have begun to take effect?!!!"

Everyone in the Ice Emperor twitched, and their faces showed solemn expressions. They, who had been paying attention just now, had already observed something unusual.

"Is this the sense of touch..."

Trace raised his palm and squeezed the racket in his hand, but found that the tactile feedback was much slower than usual.

Very sensitive, Trace Department also discovered that there was something wrong with the ball just now. Unconsciously, one of his hearts has sunk.

Extinguishing the five senses was a move he hadn't crossed before, and it was also a move he was still unsure of now.

Yukimura Seiichi, what a great calculation!

"Go on."

A soft and perfect smile hung on the corner of his mouth, the purple light in Yukimura's eyes flashed, and the tennis ball in his hand shot out again.

boom!

Tracee caught the tennis ball with one hand, and his senseless touch made his emotions heavier.

At the same time, his eyes, which had been watching the tennis ball, also flickered several phantoms.

Click!

Tracebe staggered, and the tennis ball was volleyed back.

A simple mistake will be exploited when a master makes a move.

For an opponent of Yukimura's level, Tracebe was not a mistake just now. However, mediocrity is the biggest mistake.

really.

Seeing the ball coming, Yukimura smiled confidently and flashed at the tennis ball. The racket in his hand was already shot in the air.

boom!

A ray of light and shadow flashed by, and the tennis ball exploded at the foot of the track at high speed.

"Game, Seiichi Komura, 2-2!"

...

"It seems that the five senses have already begun to take effect, and the vision of the students in the Department of traces has also gone wrong."

Outside the court, Fuer said in a condensed voice.

Tezuka beside him is also dignified. Yukimura's current tennis system is a bit too incomprehensible.

Thinking of this, his gaze crossed half of the court and fell on top of Yu Yuu.

"How did you do it back then..."

With a whisper in his heart, Tezuka remembered the rumored third door of the selfless state.

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