Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

"This is... what happened?!!!"

The students outside the stadium looked terrified.

What kind of situation can make a tennis player unable to hold his racket tightly?

Although they underestimated entering the river, it is an indisputable fact that they have never fallen behind in physical training in the past two years.

If this middle school student can easily knock the racket in Irie's hands, wouldn't even they be...

Thinking of this, many people became wary when looking at Yukimura.

The unknown represents danger.

They were right next to the stadium just now, but they couldn't see Yukimura's methods clearly.

...

"Huh...huh..."

Looking struggling to pick up the racket, Kakuzu's temple in the river showed a lot of cold sweat.

It seems that the damage caused by this trick to him is very obvious.

"You are such a monster!"

Irrie gritted his teeth and looked at the figure on the opposite side with a look of horror, "Are those things you experienced before?"

After pondering for a moment, his eyes flickered, but he couldn't help but ask.

At this time, Yukimura had a gentle smile on his face, and his voice was a little erratic: "That incident made me a lot longer."

There is no need to deny, he has been able to face the suffering he has encountered before.

"Senior, be careful!"

Yukimura has a firm will in his eyes, and he will not relax in this game.

After all, the opportunity is here!

With a flash of purple in his eyes, Yukimura threw the ball and bent his knees, shaking his arms!

boom!

With a crisp sound, the tennis ball flew out quickly.

"This is a super high-speed serve!"

On the sidelines, a somewhat surprised voice sounded from the crowd.

And... the point of the tennis ball is still on the border of the receiving line.

High speed and pressure line!

The mere combination of the two surprised the students who came from the court next door.

They didn't expect that the game here was just as exciting and extraordinary, and even the Izukazuo, which represented the No. 3 stadium, was suppressed.

"It's really amazing..."

Irrie ran quickly with a lot of footsteps, and sighed with fear on his face.

The eyes under the round-frame lenses flickered slightly, and his body was pulled to the trajectory where the tennis ball was about to bounce.

Gritting his teeth, there was a trace of struggle and hesitation on his face, as if he was afraid of something.

With a click, the tennis ball is coming!

It's just a matter of time!

Irie suddenly roared loudly: "I represent Stadium No. 3!"

boom!

Both hands firmly squeezed the racket tightly, and Iri Jiang focused heavily on the flying tennis ball and swept it down!

"His~"

A look of pain appeared on his face again, and after he returned to the tennis ball, his racket fell on the ground.

"In the river, he..."

On the sidelines, many high school students who saw this scene couldn't help feeling sad, and felt a sense of empathy.

Many of them also defeated these two junior high school students so weakly.

In terms of psychology, they are also very uncomfortable, which is why they have a hatred of iron and steel for their performance before entering the river.

The result is now--

Irie, a big boy who is usually kind and shy, was actually forced to this step in his heart.

But his integrity and will are enough to move them.

Opposite the court.

Yukimura's brows furrowed slightly, and it stands to reason that the performance of Irrigami shouldn't be the way it is now.

Although he has improved compared to the previous training camp, but...

Temporarily press down on the doubts in my heart.

In the face of Irie's barely counter-attack tennis, Yukimura will naturally not be polite.

Bang!

The racket flipped and pulled, and he directly slammed the ball down to the foot of the river. After hitting a small cloud of smoke and dust, the light yellow ball quickly bounced out.

"30-0!"

Irrie picked up the racket with a difficult face, he hadn't thought of giving up yet.

...

Bang!

Bang!

In the next few goals, the initiative is still in the hands of Master Yukimura.

He used Spiritual Touch to frequently launch an offensive against Irie.

Of course, Irrie was unexpectedly insistent.

Sweat dripped from the temples, and bloodshot eyes filled his big orange eyes.

Although every shot made his face pale by a point, his arms have gradually stabilized.

Only the muscles that twitched from time to time, as if to tell others, he was still experiencing some kind of pain.

Irie's performance made Yukimura a little relieved.

The opponent was previously qualified to serve as their mental coach, so he was not surprised to be able to do this step.

but……

A chuckling appeared at the corner of Yukimura's mouth, and the racket in his hand was lifted and the tennis ball next to him flew back.

The surging fluctuations hidden above are not unexpectedly very hidden.

The situation fell into this situation, which he had predicted before.

...

"It's not good to go on like this."

On the sidelines, Sung Yuu sank after seeing the expression on Yukimura's face.

What he said was bad, naturally referring to Yukimura.

He probably had some guesses about Yukimura's tactics, but there were too many coincidences in all this.

Plus……

The shirt you turned his head to look towards the river, his eyes were placed on the opponent's legs, the opponent's footsteps, but there was no disorder from the beginning.

Bang!

The tennis suddenly hangs weakly on the net.

"What am I?!"

Irrie squeezed his palm, his face slightly shaken and looked at the opposite figure.

"Game, Seiichi Komura, 5-3!"

"Has it started to take effect?"

Upon seeing this, Yukimura showed a relaxed smile.

As long as the physiological yips are formed, then they will definitely fall into the dark world he has constructed.

The touch of the spirit is both an attack and an introduction.

Ball rights exchange.

Irie station was set on the service line and grabbed the tennis ball. He raised his head and glanced like Yukimura: "Although Yukimura-kun's abilities are terrifying, I will not give up!"

His words made Yukimura and the students watching the battle look serious.

call!

With a light breath, the tennis ball was thrown from his hand, and then his arm quickly pressed down.

Bang!

"Hang the net, a mistake!"

The referee was on the high chair, looking slightly.

"Sure enough, it still doesn't work..."

With his head down, Iru Jiang's face seemed to have a wry smile.

...

On the edge, the top of his shirt curled his mouth.

He put his arms around his chest, looking helplessly at Irue performing there alone.

It seems that until the end, he is not going to finish the game properly.

"Tsk tsk, this kind of bad taste is his only one here."

"Senior Tanjima?"

Hearing the sound coming from behind, Jackie Yu looked back a little unexpectedly.

"Well, don't be surprised, I was too slow this time, I was curious to take a look."

Tanjima Shuji put one hand in Kabuto, and walked to Yuu Yuu's side with a smile.

"What game is this?" he asked, looking around.

Shang Xian Yu carefully looked at this senior's profile, and laughed softly: "It's the ninth round, and Senior Ryu has only won three rounds."

"Look, this guy is about to start a real show..."

Tanjima Shuji hummed softly and reminded in a low voice.

However, as Shuji Tanjima said.

On the court, the situation changed suddenly.

Bang!

The second ball shot out from Irie's hands.

Click!

The tennis ball landed precisely on the sideline of Yukimura's right-hand receiving area.

Strength, speed, and precision are all whispering differently than before.

Yukimura's face changed slightly.

But he didn't have much time to think. He strode two steps, and his arm drove the racket up to meet him.

Snapped!

With a slightly "soft" sound and vibration, the tennis ball flew back and landed on the middle of the net.

"Irijiang play more points, 15-0!"

"This is..." Yukimura was shocked, and I looked at my hands in disbelief.

Gently shook it.

Then the eyes looking at both hands were in a trance, and several overlapping phantoms appeared.

Don't wait for him to think.

The next moment.

Bang!

There was another sound of a tennis ball landing. And the voice seemed to be a little erratic.

The hazy afterimage in his sight made him take a step forward, but unfortunately he couldn't judge the tennis ball landing, so this move was destined to be futile.

Yukimura used the front end of his racket to knock the tennis ball off the court vigorously.

"30-0!"

Shang Shan Yu looked at this scene with a little astonishment.

Although he knew that there must be a back-up player in the river, but he couldn't think of it like this.

This scene, if you know Yukimura's junior high school students here, you will definitely shout out.

Kill the five senses!

He is one of the most desperate and fearful abilities of his opponent in Yukimura Seiichi!

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