Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

"The game starts, the ball is served from the top, and the game ends!"

After guessing the side, the referee announced in a deep voice.

Da Da, Da Da...

There is no horrible momentum, Yu Yu is like an ordinary tennis player, gently pressing the tennis ball in his hand.

"How do I feel so nervous!"

Outside the court, Tao Cheng Wu looked away and shook his head lightly. Then spread out his palms and wiped vigorously on the clothes.

His gaze followed the ball in Yusong Yu's hand, and he unconsciously immersed in it.

"It's terrible, it simply pulled everyone into his rhythm."

After a while, Fuji Rin said.

Looking at the shirt Yuu on the court, Fuji always feels that the opponent's state is the most terrifying.

It is as calm as water, but one can't see a trace of depth.

Snapped!

After receiving the ball for the last time, the shirt smiled:

"So, are you ready?"

"Um?"

At the moment of Maori's trance.

Bang!

A bright golden light has exploded at his feet.

"Song Yuu scored, 15-0!"

"So fast."

Mouri Jusaburo's eyes shrank sharply. At this moment, he couldn't even see the shadow of the tennis ball.

"Is the gap across the country so big?"

He lowered his body, his eyes sank.

Standing on the service line, the shirt was calm and calm, and the whole person's breath became more and more calm.

"Are you ready this time?" Jackie Yu squeezed the tennis ball in his left hand, chuckled, and threw it upward, "Then I will continue."

boom!

The racket swings, this ball already has a special spin.

"Here."

Mouri Jusaburo's heart jumped. Although the ball was fast, he finally did not escape his vision.

It may be a little fuss, but in the face of Sweater Yu, any caution is due.

His body straddled a step, the racket in his hand didn't have the slightest lag, after cutting in from below the tennis ball, he made a strong tick.

Whizzing!

The tennis ball flies upside down.

Under the gaze of everyone, it was precisely pressed against the bottom line of the shirt Yuu.

"Unconsciously, the other party's technology has grown to this level." Shining eyes flashed and sighed softly.

In the first year, when Obi and Jusaburo Mouri fought against each other, the opponent still had too many technical problems.

But now, it can be said that he is admired.

"Nice counterattack!"

Jackie You chuckled lightly, but he didn't feel much in his heart.

It is probably because they have played too many against technical players. Whether it is Fuji, Tezuka, Sanada and Yukimura, the skills of these people are all first-class superb.

Jung Yuu moved extremely fast, his wrists pressed down on his racket face, aiming at everything with unpretentious force on the tennis ball.

Huh!

The tennis ball accelerated in the air for a second time, and then unexpectedly pulled out a curve, and went around Mouri Kosaburo who was rushing towards the border.

Bang!

After the tennis ball fell to the ground, it bounced out from the bottom corner on the other side of the Maori.

"30-0!"

"What a subtle change ball."

Yanagyu Hiroshi softly admired, and the trajectory of the tennis ball was reflected in the lenses of his eyes.

"Do you think it's a bit strange?" Frowning, she asked the surroundings forbearingly.

"What's the matter? Isn't the shirt an absolute advantage?" Xiang Riyue turned his head and looked at him with some puzzlement.

"how to say……"

"It's just that the tennis style has changed."

Before he could endure any further description, Ajiuzin directly interjected: "Hmph, you practiced with him too few times, so naturally you can't get used to it."

After speaking, Ajutsu turned his gaze back to the court below.

His words instantly peeled away the fog in everyone's hearts.

Don't they think that the style of Sung Yuu's painting just now is a little different.

Feng Chang Taro was a little excited, "In this way, the seniors in the tops have transformed into this style that is not commonly used in ordinary times, and can also suppress the opponent."

"Hey, it's stinking--"

Ajiuzin curled his lips and hummed softly.

...

On the field.

His shirt squinted his eyes, even if he played purely on physical fitness, Morrisaburo couldn't put too much pressure on him.

Not to mention the skills he most wants to continue to improve, the other party does not seem to be particularly good at it.

In that case...

Huh!

The racket waved, bringing up a black and red afterimage.

Jacky Yu easily blocked the tennis ball from the opposite side, and the sneer's tearing sound couldn't shake his arm.

Bang!

"Game, shirt Yuu, 1-0!"

The blue tail flames ran across the court, and the shirt quickly won his first round of serve.

...

"Is there no way?"

Mouri Jusaburo glanced at the ball marks around him, his expression a little helpless.

Whether it is speed, strength, or physical strength, the shirt is better than him in all aspects.

Mouri Jusaburo found that even if the opponent's endless and powerful moves did not appear, he could not find a particularly good way to target the shirt Yu.

His dislocation, for the shirt Yuu, is just to increase the defensive range to a certain extent and occasionally make some unexpected counterattacks.

Maybe this will be very effective for those whose foundation is weaker than him, but...

Kabuto Kabuto turns around, and it seems that the problem has returned to the original point again.

Standing silently on the service line in the backcourt, Jusaburo Mouri took two deep breaths, and then he made a move that surprised everyone.

Mouri Jusaburo directly closed his eyes!

At the same time, his whole person's breath quickly solidified.

"Is he crazy? How can he play tennis with his eyes closed?"

"Broken jar broke?"

The spectators outside the venue were shocked.

"Senior Maori?!"

Kirihara looked at his senior on the court with a dazed expression, he really didn't understand why Mouri Kosaburo did this.

Is there a good excuse for losing like this?

"Don't worry."

Next to him, Liu Sheng showed a smile on the corner of Lu Shi's mouth, "It is said that some people can realize the greater potential of the body in the superficial level of consciousness."

"That is to say!!"

Qiyuan's complexion changed, and there was a hint of expectation in his eyes.

"Don't rush to read it, Maori senior doesn't look like a stupid person." Yanagyu Hiroshi smiled noncommitantly.

At the moment when everyone was puzzled and questioned.

Maori's arm was swaying faster than before.

Bang!

A crisp sound!

The tennis ball has bounced off Jong Yuu's feet.

"15-0!"

"You really fought back?" Xiang Riyue said slightly.

Seeing this scene, Trace Department also looked suspicious, lowered his gaze and said: "Moreover, the speed and strength of this ball have been significantly improved."

With Maori's serving speed just now, he only saw a phantom. It is enough to see how high the strength of the opponent suddenly increased.

"The other side looks very much like Ajutsu back then."

Reluctantly hesitated, and looked at Akutsu who was standing aside.

"So it's kind of."

Following the words of forbearance, Shiido Ryo compared it in his own mind, and found that it was really similar.

He looked sideways at Ajiuzin, but it was a pity that the opponent was watching the game seriously and seemed to have no intention of answering.

...

"Through the sinking of consciousness, and then greatly exert one's body instinct, and then improve one's basic ability."

Shang Shan Yu compared the state of Morrisaburo and Akutsu in his mind, and found that the essential principles of the two are quite similar.

"Interesting idea."

With an expression of surprise on his face, Shang Shan Yu found that this road was really suitable for those with outstanding physical talents.

Further expand the advantages of the body, then you can rely on the body to crush others.

boom!

The tennis ball is sent out at high speed.

Jusaburo Mouri seemed to be completely immersed in his own world, unable to hear the useless interference from the outside world.

His current belief should be to play faster and stronger.

pity……

Yuu Yuu's half-squatting body flashed at high speed, and this time it accurately stopped the tennis ball.

In his current state, Jusaburo Mori can be said to be the highest-physical middle school student under him.

However, the foundation of his tennis is just the foundation.

"One Type•Thunderbolt flashes!"

The bright thunder light flickered on the court. The tennis ball has refracted from the opposite court.

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