Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

The monitoring room of the training base.

A smile appeared on Kurobe's face: "As expected of Tanjima-kun, he broke the Tezuka Domain all at once."

Sitting in front of the monitor screen, Saito Zhi turned his chair and turned his head to respond: "After all, this is his physical talent. This kind of player will be the backbone of a national team no matter where he is."

He put his hands in the pockets of the white coat, squinted and said with a smile: "Yes."

After Tanjima Shuji's U17 training, even the Byodoin Phoenix of the Master's different-dimensional power cannot be said to be able to win easily.

As for Oni Jujiro, a power-biased player, he never beat Tanjima Shuji head-on in a training match.

These two points alone are enough for him to sit firmly on the top three seats of U17.

On the field.

Da Da, Da Da...

Tezuka pressed the tennis ball a few times to adjust his playing rhythm.

Since the experience of eliminating the five senses, he has known that the more the crisis, the more calm he is.

In the face of a strong enemy, what he can do is to prevent himself from making subjective mistakes.

call!

Taking a deep breath, Tezuka raised his eyes and glanced at Shuji Tanajima's movements across the net.

The opponent is still the same as at the beginning, his body is swaying slightly from side to side, it seems that no matter where the ball is hit, it is a good opportunity to play the ball.

This time, Tezuka's face was more determined.

Huh!

Raising his arm to throw the ball, Tezuka's silver-white racket came down.

Bang!

There was a crisp sound.

The racket is inserted diagonally 45 degrees from the back of the tennis ball.

The light yellow light flew over the net, and after landing, it only rubbed lightly for a moment, and then slowly rolled back towards the middle net with a hissing rubbing sound.

"This serve...!"

Shuji Tanajima stopped and looked up at the opposite Tezuka with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

A serve that will not bounce, in international competitions, means no solution!

As long as the opponent continues to develop the serve, increase the kick-off speed or reduce the time on the ground, then he can guarantee that this is definitely a trick in the professional level.

"Does this ball have a name?"

Without the initial play mentality on his face, Tanjima Shuji looked at the handsome boy in front of him for the first time.

Tezuka's tone is calm Kaidō: "Zero serve!"

"Zero type?" Tanajima repeated in a low voice in his ear, and then smiled: "Nice name."

Tezuka nodded and turned back to his service line again.

Bang!

"Tezuka is leading, 40-30!"

.......

Bang!

"Game, Tezuka Kunomitsu, 1-0!"

this......

It wasn't until the referee's voice fell clearly that the students who were watching from the sidelines came back to their senses.

They all looked like hell, unbelievable.

Who would have thought that a junior high school student could score a point under this man. For them, the First Army is a number of out-of-reach existences, especially those top-ranked members of the First Army.

"I didn't expect it, Tezuka Kunomi..."

At the right end, Wei Taro's face changed slightly, without the confidence that he had at the beginning. Tezuka's zero serve is enough to pose a threat to him.

If it weren't for the kind of island shot today, I'm afraid they would not even know that this young man has hidden his strength.

I didn't pay attention to the noise from time to time around.

Tanjima Shuji's expression was still quite calm. He looked at Tezuka who was already in the formation, and he smiled and said, "Your serve, shouldn't it be able to support a game?"

Tezuka's heart was solemn, and there was no emotion on his face.

However, for Shuji Tanajima, if this sentence was said, it was enough.

"Boy, I'll be a little more serious too!"

Tanjima Shuji smiled softly in his heart, thinking of the previous two coaches' requests.

Bang!

A beam of golden light burst directly at Tezuka's feet.

"15-0!"

"So fast!"

Tezuka's eyes suddenly shrank, and the whole person stood still.

On the edge of the court, other onlookers also changed their faces. They looked at the ball from the side just now, and few of them could see clearly.

"This is the true strength of the First Army?"

Suddenly, an extremely disappointed mood enveloped them.

No matter where they are, there is a huge gap between them and the top handful of people.

......

In the small dark room of the monitoring room.

Saitozhi's expression was a bit ugly, and he looked behind him and said, "We have forgotten that with the strength of Tanjima-kun, I am afraid it will hit these people more."

In response, Kurobe shook his head indifferently: "What does it matter?"

In his opinion, if you don't even have the ability to see yourself clearly, then even if you go to the world arena in the future, you are going to be experience for others.

"Ugh…"

Saitozhi sighed lightly.

Everyone has their own ideas. He and Kurobe had disagreements before, but they had good neon results at the beginning, and all this was covered up.

Returning to the original idea of ​​cultivating players, the two are quite different.

It is the same as when they chose Byodoin Phoenix and Oni Jujiro respectively.

"Let's read it first. If Tanjima breaks the rules, I will prevent this game from continuing." Saito Zhizhi thought for a while and decided to back down.

After all, in these two games, he was also one of the pushers behind.

...

Bang!

"30-0!"

Like a streamer, the tennis ball directly penetrated all the fog on the court.

The shirt stood quietly on the sidelines, carefully observing all the actions of Shuji Tanjima.

This is the first time he has seen the opponent doing it.

In addition to the wrist talent that appeared in the first game, the opponent has definitely entered the level of the world in terms of speed.

Extremely fast!

But Shuji Tanjima's tennis is not as fast as it seems. The secret of all this lies in his small throw of the ball.

"The power of nothing is quietly attached to the tennis ball, which creates a feeling of hell time lag."

Nothing!

Extinct!

More nothing!

Not without!

...

"It seems that the other party is already exploring a new path except for the proficient ones, and it seems that it has been very effective in this way."

Uesu Yuu tried to recall all the information about Shuji Tanjima, but it was a pity that there were too many ambiguities.

Bang!

Bang!

The game is over.

Even when Tezuka reached the last ball, he barely scratched the tennis ball with his racket.

"This sense of oppression..."

Huh!

The milky white aura on his body rose, and Tezuka no longer wanted to think about it so much.

If he can't cross the barrier in front of him, can he finally achieve the goal he established at the beginning?

Bang!

With a muffled sound, the tennis ball flew out directly.

This ball was served for Tang Huaise of the trace department!

Chi Chi Chi Chi...

The tennis ball hits the ground and gallops across the ground in an instant.

However--

"This ball is not that one."

A chuckle came from the front of the net.

Tanjima Shuji's white hair was very eye-catching for a while.

Huh!

Just a simple pull up, the tennis ball flew back at an even faster speed.

"right here!"

There was hot lava flowing in Tezuka's eyes. His arm was raised halfway back, and a strong milky white breath instantly wrapped his entire left arm.

boom!

The flaming brilliance intertwined, and the tennis ball returned with double strength.

"Oh?" Shuji Tanjima raised his brows, "Is this the deep power of the state of non-self, it is indeed amazing."

After a pause, his tone changed, "But it's useless to me."

Huh!

The racket in his hand didn't hesitate at all, and directly ran into this magnificent wave.

The moment the tennis hit the net.

Shuji Tanajima's wrist quivered strangely, and a touch of almost transparent brightness surged on his racket.

Snapped!

The tennis ball did not bring any splashes, and fell gently in front of Tezuka's net.

Just use short shots.

Tanjima Shuji directly and easily regained the double power of the limit of thousands of tempers.

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