Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

"15-15"

Mouri Jusaburo felt the anxious breath not far from his side, and frowned slightly.

Still did not open his eyes.

His body just started to move, but he was still a step slower.

"Aren't you awake?"

Shang Xian You was a little surprised, and it seemed that simple frustration could not awaken the other side, so maybe there was mental power in it.

Jackie Yu continued to calculate in his heart.

Because of his physical talent, Mouri Jusaburo is actually very tough and tough in spirit.

After all, if he wants to play well with his talent, he has to endure the pain of back and forth dislocation, not to mention that his arm sometimes needs to hit the ball in a dislocated state.

boom!

"30-15!"

...

boom!

"40-15!"

...

After a few more shots, Mouri Jusaburo seemed to play more and more smoothly. Following the instinct of the body, his shots often have no rules at all.

"It's so strong, I'll be able to win this round by one point." Qiyuan looked surprised.

He must now admit that his initial doubts and understanding were very wrong.

Such a strong Maori predecessor, it seems that Li Haida has rekindled a glimmer of hope?

Da Da... Da Da...

The palm of his hand kept hitting the tennis ball, and the corner of his mouth unconsciously brought out a smile.

This kind of very natural tennis ball that completely conforms to the body makes him feel comfortable inside.

"One more goal, I won this game."

His consciousness became more and more immersed, and his words were like babbling in his sleep.

On the opposite side of the court, Yuu Yuu stood up.

After just a few goals, he has probably figured out the limits of Mouri Jusaburo in this state.

It's probably the physical quality between moving like thunder and thunderbolt.

It has to be said that the progress of Morrisaburo over the past two years is also visible to the naked eye.

With this trick, the opponent can force the movement of the real field like thunder, and the human body's own perception is much faster than the visual feedback.

"But..." The shirt took a deep breath, crouched up and watched Mouri Jusaburo's movements intently, "This is the end of the part of seeing the hunting heart."

The state of the complete set•Changzhong was mobilized, and the cells all over the body of the shirt showed a highly active state.

Although the national apex is only one line behind the world.

However, this line is a huge difference!

Bang!

The tennis ball flew out of Maori's hands, and the strong wind pressure was accompanied by a ball of golden light ejecting from the ground.

"Stylish Type• Far Thunder."

With a backhand pat, the movement of the shirt was not obstructed in the slightest.

Boom!

The tennis ball pulled out a twisted thunder light, and it slammed down on the bottom corner of Mouri Kosaburo's backhand.

Tatata!

The lateral running speed is superb.

Mouri Jusaburo was three points faster in the superficial state of consciousness.

Huhuhu!

With that very rhythmic whistle, anyone who doesn't know would really think he was asleep on the court.

Bang!

Mouri Jusaburo directly ignored Yuan Lei's mental mood, and the racket pulled out a silver mark in the air and hit the small tennis ball with precision.

Chi Chi Chi Chi.

Feeling the twisting force from his wrist, the corner of Maori's mouth hooked naturally, and his wrist shook very quickly.

Perhaps such irregular rotation would cause some trouble for him, but now in this state, his thoughts and muscle reactions are getting too much.

Bang!

With a trembling, the tennis ball was slammed back.

"There's a play!"

People in Lihai were shocked.

Mouri Jusaburo actually resisted the shirt Yuu head-on, and they couldn't help holding their breath, watching the small changes on the court intently.

"Waiting for a long time!"

Stand in front of the net.

The corner of the shirt you's mouth held a chuckling, her dazzling eyes seemed to have seen everything through.

"So fast, when?!" Sanada's eyes were solemn.

Their attention was still on Morrisaburo's body just now, but they didn't realize that Shang Yuu was already waiting for him.

In other words, this ball is already in the opponent's calculations.

boom!

The racket was buttoned upside down, the shirt was like a wall, and the tennis ball bounced back firmly."Next, it's a backhand high ball."

Ta Ta Ta.

Whispering in his heart, Youyun on the shirt took three steps back lightly, raised his head slightly, his eyes locked directly above the sky.

next moment.

As if echoing his prediction, a pale yellow tennis ball flew high, pulling out a beautiful parabolic curve.

"coming……"

His eyes lit up on his shirt.

Huh!

Stepping back on the soles of the feet, the calf muscles of the upper shirt were tightly contracted, the body rose in a blue cyclone, and the whole person jumped up.

"Okay, so tall!!" Kirara raised his head, his face was inexplicably surprised, "Senior Maori... he was completely seen through!"

Just now these few rounds, Tsung Yuu looked like a general strategizing, taking the lead in walking in front of Mouri Tosaburo every step.

"There is a trace of data tennis."

Liu Lian's eyes drooped, and she exclaimed in a low voice. The tennis at this time on the shirt Yuu is no longer what he can see through now.

"Guide the Maori predecessors step by step, what is your purpose..."

Yukimura's eyes flickered. He was the closest to the stadium. From the perspective of an onlooker, it was easy to see Yuu Yuu's intentions.

The chance for this ball was designed a few times before the top.

...

As if a gentle wind was supporting the body, the expression on Yu's face was peaceful.

Speaking of it, he has never used this trick of water breath, but this time it can be said that it just happened.

Morrisaburo's condition is just right.

"Fengshen's sobbing..."

Snapped!

With a light swipe of his arm, the racket snapped down lightly.

Wuzhi type•Cold autumn falling mountain wind and Wu type•dry day's kind rain.

The blend of wind and water is almost perfect!

Quietly, a moist atmosphere enveloped the entire stadium.

The drizzle was blowing.

Mouri Jusaburo's body suddenly stood still, his heart was empty, and he couldn't help but look up, "This feeling, it's so sad..."

There seemed to be a gentle goddess of wind, caressing his ears, whispering the unknown sadness.

"Hey, why should I cry."

Mouri Jusaburo lightly opened his eyes, raised his hand and stroked his cheek, looking at the figure in the air with a confused expression.

"30-40!"

The referee glanced at the shirt Yuu in surprise, and then announced. The opponent's smash just now did not bounce up strangely.

"Smash the ball, didn't even rebound?!"

At the stand, Taocheng, Jumaru and others exclaimed. They had only seen such superb moves in Tezuka alone.

Just when several people turned their eyes to Tezuka.

Fuji squinted, stretched out his hand to the front, and said softly: "It's the wind~"

"Wind? What do you mean?"

If not, the attention of everyone was instantly attracted, Taocheng Wu, Haitang Xun and others looked at him with bewilderment.

What wind?

natural wind? Or the wind pressure caused by swinging the racket?

In response, Fuji shook his head with a smile.

He is not doing it, it is difficult for him to explain this kind of thing clearly here.

Being able to feel it, but invisible and intangible, is also the characteristic of wind.

Aside, Tezuka Kazugan supported his chin with one hand, secretly pondering: "The wind..."

The changes in Fuji have been particularly obvious in the past few months, and the other party's increasingly erratic temperament makes it difficult to see his depth.

...

"What a strong mental fluctuation——"

On the coach's bench, Yukimura's purple-blue eyes also flashed a hint of surprise.

However, unlike the focus of referees and most people, he is more interested in this extraordinary mental fluctuation.

Unlike his very concealed spiritual touch, the emotion that shirt Yu just wanted to express is almost ready to come out.

Yukimura took a deep look at the figure on the court, and couldn't help but sigh softly: Now you, how far have you come..."

Whether it is physical or mental, he found that the shirt Yu has reached a level beyond the limit.

Standing smartly in front of the net, his shirt smiled and looked at Morrisaburo with a sad face.

He also didn't expect that this move would cause such a big impact on Morrisaburo.

"But, that's fine."

Jackie Yu smiled slightly in her heart.

The opponent's current fighting spirit has been quietly disintegrated by three points, and the bold words and ambitions at the beginning may be covered by the sadness in front of them.

Wind, water, thunder.

Aeolus, Poseidon, and finally Thor.

The power of these three tricks really did not live up to his research.

...

boom!

"40-40!"

Two more goals later.

boom!

"Game, shirt Yuu, 2-0!"

The reversal was directly completed, and the shirt took the round from the hands of Mouri Kosaburo abruptly.

It seems to be a simple break, but the pressure on Morrisaburo is undoubtedly huge.

Obviously he worked hard for a round, but was stripped away by the opponent a little bit, and then completed the reversal.

Had it not been for his mentality had been tempered, I am afraid he would have given up on himself now.

...

boom!

boom!

The tennis ball on the shirt Yuu was airtight, and the situation returned to the first game again. A big net spread out in all directions was gradually trapping Mouri Kosaburo inside.

boom!

"Wu Zhi Xing•Rejie Lei!"

The long eyes of the shirt flashed lightly, and a thick golden thunder light instantly enveloped Maori.

"Well, it's scary."

With the palm of his hand in front of him, the audience behind Morrisaburo subconsciously took a step back.

The thick thunder seemed to have the aura of ruining the world, naturally aroused the instinctive fear in their hearts.

"The speed is more than 30% faster, and tennis..."

A pair of eyes seemed to be dyed gold, and Mouri Suzaburo's face was calm.

Bang dong!

The scorched ball was left on the court, and the tennis ball had bounced off his side.

"Game, shirt Yuu, 3-0!"

"Exchange venue!"

The referee pronounced the sentence.

"Unexpectedly, I can't see the tennis at all..." Morrisaburo smiled bitterly in his heart.

No less than a small distant thunder, the huge thunder of the hot thunder perfectly concealed the trace of tennis.

Coupled with the speed to the limit, it won't give people too much reaction time at all.

...

"Good job."

On the side of the court, coach Sakura lightly praised. He looked at the calm expression of Shang Shan Yu, and his heart was a little touched.

The little guy who used to be, has now grown to a point where he dare not jump to conclusions.

Yuu Yuu smiled and confident Kaidō: "Coach Sakura, don't worry, we won the championship this time!"

It is difficult for Mori Tosaburo to cross that line before fully accepting the high-intensity professional training of U17.

Moreover, in the U17 base, in addition to the cruel elimination mechanism, the endless variety of opponents is his most useful place.

When Byodoin was able to evolve rapidly, it was the first time that I met the spirited Oni Jujiro here.

"Um…"

Coach Sakura nodded calmly.

The shirt Yu can be said to be the most stable of their ice emperor selection. Even he has not given much guidance.

The other party seemed to know how to make changes every step of the way from the beginning.

...

"Maybe, the goal he said can really be achieved."

After a minute and a half, coach Sakura watched Yuu Yu back to the court with his shirt intently.

Before the change, although he wouldn't deny the goal of Shang Shan Yu, he didn't think he could really do that step in his heart.

In addition to his knowledge of the horror of world tennis, they have only produced one Echizen Minojiro in the past two to three decades.

For this, the latter has not really won the world championship yet.

but now……

Sung Yuu is breaking his cognition step by step. And compared to the concept of the samurai, Yuu Yu was undoubtedly pursuing the pinnacle position from the beginning.

...

Bang!

Bang!

The game continues.

Yuu's shirt still looked light and breezy. It seems that every ball is in his Master.

Bang!

The tennis ball suddenly landed on Mouri Kosaburo's racket.

The terrible whirling power constantly impacted his arm, making him feel the tennis ball heavier and heavier.

Click!

There was a crisp sound from the joints of his body, Mouri Jusaburo lightly gritted his teeth, his eyes gleamed with white glow.

boom!

The tennis ball flew back in an unexpected straight line, which was a clever fake.

However.

Bang!

The tennis ball is still firmly enveloped by the black and red racket framed by Yuu."It's useless, your tennis poses no threat to me."

The cold words are like an iceberg, weighing heavily on the hearts of everyone in Lihai.

Can't cross it!

Combining with the previous record of Sung Yuu, such an idea came to the minds of the off-field spectators.

Huh!

With a steady pull on the backhand, the tennis ball turned into a white light, directly pressing on the boundary of the Maori half.

"Game, Bingdi Academy top shirt Yu, 5-0!"

It's the end of the game.

"Ice Emperor! Ice Emperor! Ice Emperor!"

Listening to the constant shouts coming from their ears, everyone in Lihai felt as if they were a world away.

Sanada clenched his fist hard.

Nioh sighed and turned his head slightly.

Guilt and unwillingness flashed in the eyes of Marui and Jackal.

Yukimura stared at the stadium, slightly in a daze, or said in a daze.

...

"Scream, scream..."

On the opposite side of the court, Mouri Kosaburo was panting, dripping sweat from his forehead.

Looking at the figure with a chuckle on the opposite side, his heart sank all the time.

"It turns out that this is the feeling of despair and powerlessness." With his dim vision, he seemed to have returned to a year ago.

At that time, there was a lot of voices. His opponent was also the ice emperor's player, but it was the Ninzu Yushi who was powerless to kneel down at the beginning.

Now, this role has turned into himself.

How could the mood changes in this one speak clearly?

"This classmate, this classmate, please start serving..."

Morrisaburo's body shook slightly.

The referee's voice pulled him back from the dreamy victory scene, and the cheers on the court last year were quickly passing by him.

"Why, are you giving up?"

"Um?"

Tossaburo Mouri was stunned when he was about to toss the ball. The curvy hair strands on his forehead concealed his somewhat complicated mood.

Lifting his eyes and glanced at the shirt Yuu, he didn't see any contempt on the opponent's face.

Jackie Yu smiled lightly, without preaching.

call!

Taking a deep breath, Maori seemed to understand the meaning of Shang Shan Yu. A glance at the confusion in his eyes, the seriousness he had kept at the beginning returned to his face.

boom!

"Go, this is my Moori Tosaburo's tennis ball!"

With a loud roar, Maori shot the ball excitedly. At the same time, his body is tight, ready to start at any time.

"Hehe, good time!"

The shirt squinted and smiled, and his body quickly jumped out toward the landing spot.

Bang!

Bang!

The game seemed to be back to the situation it was at the beginning.

"Senior Maori..."

Kirara stared at the two figures running wildly on the court, and suddenly felt something in his heart that he wanted to shout out loud.

Several other people in Li Haida were also motivated to fight. This is clearly a battle that Mouri Jusaburo tried his best, how could they give up first on the sidelines.

"Senior Maori, come on!"

"Come on Lihai!"

I don't know who raised his head, Li Haida's momentum rose again.

At the same time, Bingdi was naturally unwilling to show weakness.

After a few minutes.

"It's over!" The shirt snorted slowly.

At the same time, it was the black and red racket that quickly passed through the air.

Bang!

It was another precise boundary smash, and the shirt was simple and simple to win the final point of the game.

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

"This national competition is over!"

The referee raised a hand high, then waved down towards the Bingdi, and said loudly: "This round of finals was won by Bingdi Academy. The total score is three wins and two losses!"

"Oh oh oh!"

As soon as the referee's voice fell, the audience's cheers broke out.

Many people in the Ice Emperor camp embraced fiercely.

"Ice Emperor! Ice Emperor! Ice Emperor!"

For a moment, more than two hundred members of the Ice Emperor shouted neatly.

This sound wave seemed to be contagious and extended to the entire stadium.

"Won!"

Jackie Yu stood in the center of the court, and after looking around, he finally waved his arms towards the Ice Emperor.

He believes that this championship is just the beginning!

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