Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

"Sure enough!"

Tanjima Shuji's mouth twitched, and a smile appeared on his dark face: "Such a predicament did not stop him."

At this time on the court.

The figure with short purple and blue hair is running.

This situation is already very obvious. The young man Yukimura Seiichi has already escaped from the cage of imprisoning him.

"Well, that is inevitable."

The shirt is long and steady, and the tone is very determined.

Whether it's Tezuka or Yukimura, the opponents they met this time can be said to have perfectly restrained their existence.

It is only in this case that the two people can go one step further within the limits they think.

"But it should be a bit worse." Shuji Tanajima's tone was a little mischievous. "His steps are a bit vain. Although it seems that the overall reaction is faster, he still hasn't adapted."

"It's already pretty good. As long as the Master has this ability, his tennis path will have another possibility."

Sung Yuu added with a smile.

Just as Iriezao said, tennis, which is purely based on mental power, is actually undesirable.

In today's world tennis, mental power is just a relatively large index.

It does not mean that the higher the spiritual power, the power of the different dimension can be unlocked, but in the end it will fall on everyone's path.

"He is in a strange state like this."

Tanjima Shuji looked at it earnestly and was observing it carefully.

In this regard, the shirt Yu is sold at a close.

It seems that he hasn't escaped the five senses, but Yukimura is just trying to adapt to the world where there is only tennis.

But soon.

Tanjima Shuji also had a general guess.

"No sense, or zero sense..." Tanjima Shuji raised his eyebrows and sighed softly, "I always feel that our group of guys can retire early."

His somewhat self-ridiculing words made Yu Yile on his shirt: "Senior hasn't won the championship yet, nor has he entered the career."

"Champion..."

Shuji Tanajima said softly in his heart, squinting at Yusuo Yuu.

As long as it is a capable tennis player, I am afraid that no one cares about the highest honor.

Paused.

Tanajima Shuji suddenly said: "Isn't this the reason the coaching staff called you to come?"

"Too……"

Yuu Yu's eyes flickered.

The U17's No. 3 figure also seems to have inquired about the changes that may exist next year.

After all, the frequent small actions of big4 countries have caused a lot of waves around the world.

The two looked at each other tacitly, and then returned their gaze to the court tacitly.

The game at this time has come to the final round.

call!

Holding the tennis ball with one hand, Yukimura took a deep breath of air.

In an unconscious world, he clearly perceives the firm touch of the tennis ball from the palm of his hand.

as well as……

Lifting the eyes that were still out of focus, bright white lines appeared in his mind.

"That's the hair extension line, that's the bottom line, that's the singles boundary line..."

With the light movement of his head, his heart is constantly meditating.

"This feeling of playing tennis is really great!"

Toss the ball, draw the shot!

There was a gentle smile on the corner of Yukimura's mouth, and the ball had already been shot as he waved his arms.

A beam of white light cuts through the darkness.

The level of this ball is particularly three-pointer than before!

Looking at the tennis ball that was playing against the line, Iriezaduo's face changed slightly: "Quite soon, is this... a complete recovery?"

His eyes fixed on Yukimura.

However, this time, he could not see other tactical intelligence from the opponent's face.

Yukimura's thoughts have all been focused on tennis.

"Um...this is really troublesome."

A wry smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.

He didn't expect that after breaking through his own five senses, the opposite would realize a new ability.

Step on!

Iriezaduo stepped two steps under his feet and chased him onto the path of the tennis ball. The racket in his hand sank horizontally and lightly slid under the pale yellow shadow of the ball.

A simple and dexterous cut shot.

The tennis ball's landing point was precisely controlled by him in the area between the net and the front-end service line.

After a change from the previous fast break, the rhythm slowed down again in the hands of Iriezaduo.

However, the next second.

Yukimura's body has moved to the front of the net.

Bang!

The racket in his hand was reversed and the tennis ball was slammed into the other half of the court.

"Sure enough..." Rujiang raised his brows, "I really guessed it--"

He has been waiting there for a long time.

Irie raised his arm, and the racket shot from top to bottom in a large arc.

The tennis ball has a strong downward spin.

After flying high above Yukimura's head, he hurriedly fell down.

Yukimura wanted to return to defense, but he was still a step slower.

"0-15!"

Putting away the racket, Yukimura walked slowly to his bottom line, and the soothing brows began to frown again.

The opponent still seems to be playing with a puppet, controlling his ball path.

Rhythm... Once again, I was more in control of the song.

Bang!

"30-0!"

...

Bang!

"40-0!"

Irie Kanado seems to be dangerous every time, but Yukimura is only so close to tennis.

簌簌～

"ended!"

Along with a breeze from his body, he smiled on his face and threw the racket in his hand heavily.

Snapped!

The tennis ball swept across the surface of the racket, pulled out a large half arc in the air, and then showed a refraction angle of ninety degrees, and the bullet flew out.

"At the end of the game, Iriezatoduo won the game with a score of 7 to 5."

The referee's voice came from a high place.

Tick!

The sweat on Yukimura's face slipped from his chin to the ground, and his sense of consciousness recovered with the end of the game.

"Did you still lose in the end..."

Looking at the somewhat embarrassed figure on the opposite side, his face looked even more helpless.

At the end, he just saw the other side's back.

but……

"My tennis should also start to make up."

The firmness in Yukimura's eyes flashed. In that state, he discovered the shortcomings he currently has.

On the other side of the court.

"Huh, it's risky," Irrie played out softly, shaking his forehead with one hand, "I was almost turned over by Yukimura-kun just now."

The mouths of the students behind him twitched slightly.

This time, no one believed his nonsense anymore.

...

"Senior Rijiang's strength is really amazing!"

The top of your shirt was shining with both eyes.

Different from the calculation of data tennis, every layout of Irui is the kind of control over the opponent's on-the-spot psychology.

It is more difficult to detect, and even more terrifying.

"To play tactics and psychology to his level, there is no second in U17."

Tanjima Shuji smiled and shook his head.

"Additionally, there are not many opportunities to see him getting serious in this way."

Jackie Yu heard the complaint in his tone and couldn't help but smiled: "It looks like Tanjima-senpai can't stand it anymore."

"This guy has been acting since he first came to U17."

Tanjima has no good airway.

When he discovered the true strength of the opponent, he couldn't wait to let him join the army immediately, and then go on an expedition together.

I have to say that Iriezaduo and he got along quite well.

Among the group of people in front of the First Army, most of them are loyal followers of Byodo-In Temple, and the others either have their own careful thoughts or are cold all day long.

"Maybe... Irue-senpai's character is like this."

Jackie Yu looked at the court. Not everyone has the same fighting spirit as Byodoin.

Even Oni Jujiro was confused for a while.

In the memory, if it weren't for the existence of Toyama Kintaro, he might not have been able to find his true direction, and finally completely obliterated everyone.

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