Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

A black and red light and shadow flashed in mid-air.

In an instant, Shang Xian Yu's arm brought out several afterimages.

Bang bang bang bang!

There seemed to be a burst of firecrackers in the air, and all the tennis balls were beaten back by Yu Yu.

"What a terrifying nerve reaction!"

On the sidelines, Wugu's pupils shrank.

Multiple balls in a row.

This technique is not uncommon in the First Army, but the frightening thing is that Yu Yu is not far from the net just now.

The reaction time of these two different distances is completely different between the backcourt and the frontcourt.

The closer to the net, the more dangerous the attack between the two sides, not to mention the change ball played by Tono Atsuki to execute the criminal law.

...

A golden track was printed in the narrow eyes.

Tono Atsukiya, who had not yet recovered his strength, had no room to escape.

Bang!

There was a muffled sound.

The real tennis ball hit Tono Atsukyo's forehead hard.

"Humph……"

It just felt dark in front of him, and his body instantly fell backwards.

Puff!

The purple middle-length hair was scattered all over the place, and a tennis mark clearly appeared on Tono Atsushi's forehead.

"30-0!"

The shirt stood up, her light brown eyes were cold: "Senior, you don't think I am a good person, too."

With a sneer at Tono Atsukiya on the ground, Jungshou Yuu ignored the opponent's struggle and walked back to his backcourt indifferently.

"Scared, very good... kid!"

Tono Atsukiya sat on the ground for a while, holding his forehead with one hand, and struggling to get up.

His eyes were covered with blood, like a devouring evil spirit.

"Hehe..." The shirt curled his lips and smiled disdainfully: "Hurry up, if you lose to me, you should know what to keep."

Tono Atsushi's breath stagnated. He knew exactly what the bet was for this game.

From the moment he started to fight, it means that he turned the serial identity of No. 8 into a bet between him and the shirt Yu.

You can only win, not lose!

Gritting his teeth bitterly, Tono Atsukiya took a deep breath and readjusted his state.

Rage alone cannot solve the problem. In the face of such an opponent, he must achieve a fatal blow!

Forcibly suppressing the pain from his forehead, he came to the service line of his backcourt with a gloomy face.

Bang!

Without a trace of hesitation, he burst out the tennis ball.

"Sure enough, you just stepped into the field of skill, and other aspects are still too weak!"

The shirt kicked his waist slowly, and the whole person, like an arrow from the string, quickly rushed to the landing point of the tennis ball.

The terrible thing about Tono Atsuki is his weird and violent penalty tennis, which perfectly combines violence and skill, but in other aspects there is not much superiority.

Bang!

There was a blast.

Under the gaze of Foggy Valley off the court, a golden thunder light appeared again on the court.

"So fast!"

Tono Atsushi's heart sank.

The tennis played by Jung Yuu is getting closer and closer to the limit of his speed.

"Strength, speed, explosive power..."

Yuan Ye knew that he could not drag on any longer, at least before he revealed obvious flaws...

Tatata!

His clothes were hunting, his dark purple hair fluttered, and Tono Atsukyo's body flashed quickly.

Bang!

With a flick of his arm, he flicked the tennis ball out.

"This is an abdomen cut!"

The tennis ball brought out a cold light, and the moment it bounced on the ground, an unusual change occurred.

Whizzing!

The spin above the tennis suddenly exploded, and at the moment of a long swing of the shirt, it speeded up strangely for the second time.

The white light that looks a little hairy, the target is to pat the abdomen of the shirt leisurely.

"Hehe, such a method is really too low-level."

Jackie You sneered.

The wrist twisted, the shirt was pulled sideways, and his arm swung down at the tennis ball.

boom!

There was a trembling.

The net of the racket was trembling slightly, and the tennis ball turned into a white light, flashing past Tono Atsushi's crotch.

"This is... the ultimate speed!?"

Wugu's eyes were round, and the ball on the shirt you just now had a renewed meaning.

For a time.

An unpleasant premonition filled his mind.

"It's 40-0." With a trace of contempt in the eyes of Shang Xian Yu, he continued mockingly: "Your punishment law, if you can't beat people, is just useless."

"Good! Good!"

Tono Atsushi grinned very angry. Looking at the shirt Yuu with a grim look.

"This is what you forced me..."

Huh!

Tennis throws the ball.

The next moment, his body bends his knees, and the racket in his hand cuts from the back of the tennis ball.

"The twelfth punishment law, electric chair!"

boom!

This time the tennis ball didn't mean to land at all, and flew straight toward Yuu Yuu's body.

"Tono!"

On the sidelines, Wugu's face jerked on one side.

This is also the absence of a referee, and Tono must have committed a foul.

This serve must be beyond the scope of the receiving area.

To this.

Jackie Yu just smiled coldly and pulled sideways agilely.

Click!

Unsurprisingly, the tennis ball landed in an unexpected place in the hair-receiving area.

But at this moment.

Tono Atsukiya had a successful smile on his face.

The racket in his hand kept going, and another serve burst out of his hand.

"It's really ugly, don't you have any face."

His actions were completely foul.

Bang, bang!

The body that Jung Yuu was about to attack stopped, and the sound of two tennis balls appeared in his ears at the same time.

"You are ready to be nailed to the cross of St. Andre!"

The sound of breaking through the air rang one after another.

After the previous tennis ball slew fiercely on the ground, it suddenly hit the back of the shirt Yuu's defenseless heart.

The staggered time difference represents the executed person who was nailed to the cross!

The shirt you keenly perceives a hint of danger, and the expression on his face is solemn: "Is the other party angry?"

He smiled coldly in his heart.

For such a guy, he has always been particular about solving it on the spot!

Damn it!

The bright thunder light flickered on the court.

Shang Shan Yu's body went from being still to exploding, just a blink of an eye.

"One type•Thunderbolt one flash•two consecutive!"

A cold voice sounded on the court, and Tono Atsushi's original smile was also deadlocked on his face.

until……

Two twisting and twisting terrifying thunders exploded on his knees.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"

A sorrowful scream came from this small forest, startled a small swarm of birds.

Throwing away the racket, Tono Atsukiya curled up on the ground, his hands firmly covering the knee of one of his legs.

Dou Da sweat beads were drawn from his forehead, and the hair band that was originally used to fix the long hair had also been loosened, and the whole person looked a little crazy.

"Tono, Tono, are you okay!"

Wugu on the side looked shocked and rushed into the court.

The shirt stood in front of the net awe-inspiringly, without any sympathy on his face.

"The executioner on the court?"

Jackie Yu looked down at Tono Atsukyo's face, and said coldly: "The No. 8 of the First Army has only this level, which is a bit of a misnomer."

Tono Atsukiya's face turned pale.

Angrily flashed across his face as he was mixing with the misty valley that was holding him.

"Enough, Tono, there is a reason for this!"

"Oh?"

Rather than stop, she smiled more contemptuously: "He who is injured is even more unqualified to sit in this position, right? Isn't this also your rules?"

The expression on Wugu's face froze.

The words of the shirt you really pointed directly at the nature of their army at this stage.

"You have won, take this badge!"

Don't want to say more.

Wu Gu took off the No. 8 badge from Tono's collar and threw it to Yuu, who was on the opposite side of the net.

After speaking, he wanted to walk out of the court with Tono.

Tono Atsushi's injury can only be confirmed by visiting the infirmary.

However--

"Wait a minute!" Tsung Yuu tossed the golden badge in his hand up and down, squinted and smiled: "Senior, I think you made a mistake. You are my goal!"

The racket pointed at the foggy valley, with a chuckle on his shirt.

Just now, this No.8 badge was put into his pants Kabuto casually by him.

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