Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

"Brother Sunan..."

When walking back to the backcourt, Li Dazhong whispered.

At the same time, his gaze turned to the Mutsu brothers' halftime, "The strength of the twins is very average, we will solve them in one go."

An imperceptible contempt appeared on his face.

He thought that the Neon team would be difficult at first, but now it seems that there is still a problem in their team.

Russell Nan rubbed his feet on the service line, smiled and nodded.

Internationally, Byodoin Phoenix fought against Amadeus in Switzerland, and news of the injury has long been exposed by the media.

This is also the reason why Park Min-soo will look for the Neon team as a target this time.

The persimmons have to be squeezed softly.

The Neon team ranked high in the last World Cup, but now there are missing key players.

Such an opponent, appearing at such a time, is a great opportunity for him to realize his ambition.

Russell South holds the tennis ball in his left hand and is ready to serve in the backcourt.

"As long as they win the game beautifully this time..."

Some beautiful pictures flashed quickly in his mind.

Bang!

Bend his knees and exerted force, his body's center of gravity shifted to the right half of his body, and at the same time, his sturdy arm was twisted, and he waved downward from the back of his head.

The moment the racket touched the ball, there was another low-pitched roar.

Tatata!

Opposite, Mutsu ran quickly.

As long as they are fully adapted to the opponent's serve, then it's time for them to counterattack.

Snapped!

With a crisp sound, the tennis ball landed on the upper part of his racket.

With his eyes narrowed, Mutsu Yubu instantly observed Li Dazhong's position, and he wanted to further test the volleying ability of the opposite side.

That kind of high-intensity running shot will definitely have a defensive range.

Brush it!

His eyes narrowed. With a violent flick of his arm, he hit the tennis ball to the sideline of the midfield farthest from Li Dazhong.

"I said, you can't jump off!"

The next moment, Li Dazhong's sharp sneer sounded on the court.

An afterimage was drawn laterally from his body, and it seemed that the whole running rhythm was very smooth.

"Ho!"

With a soft drink, the tennis ball was buckled by his backhand.

"Li Dazhong, Luo Sunan, 40-0!"

Mutsu Yubu's eyes were bewildered, he tilted his head and glanced back at his brother.

After seeing Mutsu Yuuma calmly giving him a smile, the corners of his mouth also twitched confidently.

In the match between the two brothers, as long as one person discovers the weakness of the opponent, then it is completely enough.

boom!

boom!

For a time, the South Korean team shouted with excitement from time to time on the court.

"Hoh, look at my lore!"

When he got up and jumped, Li Dazhong buckled the tennis ball in mid-air.

"Game, Li Dazhong, Russell Nan, 2-0!"

Only fifteen minutes into the game, the Mutsu brothers' serve was quickly broken.

The situation seems to have completely fallen to the South Korean team. It is hard to believe that this is a game between the national teams.

There is no need for those two commentators to talk nonsense, and there are waves of cheering outside the court.

"Hehe, isn't that the same for the Neon team?"

Li Dazhong was in agitated mood, he felt that he didn't have to resort to any means, and the other party couldn't greet their offensive.

This kind of fun, and the feeling of winning points on their own strength is still quite good.

Russell Nan smiled at each other, and the two clapped in the backcourt to celebrate.

On the opposite side of the stadium, it was a completely different scene.

"The play on the other side has been figured out." Mutsu Yubu said with a smile.

"Defensive counterattack style." Mutsu Yuma raised his eyes lightly. "In addition, the guy who talks a lot has a problem with the rhythm of the forward and backward sprints, which is a flaw."

"Yeah, I got it." Mutsu nodded and looked at Russell Nan again. "That heavy gunner has more than strength but not enough skill."

Mutsu Yuma shook off his racket and said coldly, "I saw it a long time ago."

"Then... let's start!"

"no problem!"

The two nodded at the same time, except for the look in their eyes, their subtle movements were perfectly synchronized.

"No, something is wrong!"

On the sidelines, Park Minxiu frowned, who had been watching.

He felt an unusual breath in the twins of the Neon team.

Quan Guangyao, who was beaming with joy, had a stagnant expression, and looked over with a little surprise, "Captain, what's the matter?"

Shouldn't the situation on their side be all right now?

However, Park Min-Su had no mood to pay attention to him at this time.

His gaze penetrated most of the court and looked straight at the position of the Neon team.

"Tsk tusk, did you find it? My eyesight is pretty good."

On the coach's bench on the sidelines.

Erlang's blouse was tilted and Erlang's legs turned back, and a bright smile was returned to the other party.

The level of South Korea's combination is really not very high.

Jackie Yu just watched a round patiently, and probably understood that the opponent was at the level of the No. 3 or No. 2 court of the Neon U17.

The ability has a certain bright spot, and the physical strength is enough to support the full two sets.

It's a pity...they are facing the most tacit doubles combination that can stand firm in the first army.

On the field.

Just when Li Dazhong was confident and ready to serve.

Buzzing!

A faint white cyclone suddenly appeared on the bodies of the Mutsu brothers.

This special air current stretched out from the top of their heads, tying them together closely.

"This is!?" Park Minxiu's breath was short, her palms were already unconsciously clenched into fists, "Deep homology!"

"Opposite... there is still such a trick!"

Quan Guangyao on the side was also taken aback.

In doubles matches, the ability to co-ordinate can undoubtedly greatly increase the strength of one of the teams.

What's more, this is an extremely rare deep homology. The only thing still above this is the ability to resonate in the rumor.

However, it is obvious that Li Dazhong and Russo-nan can't do the same, let alone resonate with each other.

"The situation is not so good..."

Jin Zhimin sighed inwardly, but he dared not say anything.

Everyone knows that Park Min-soo is now a difficult time to provoke.

In the stands on the second floor, a light flashed in Sharma's eyes.

"The Neon team is really strong!"

Turning the red sandalwood beads on his wrist with his fingers, his eyes began to become empty, his eyes fixed on the Mutsu brothers on the court.

On the bottom line, Li Dazhong's eyes almost narrowed into a slit.

The sudden change in the opponent's combination made him feel a little frightened.

Doubles are in sync.

He had also tried with Russell Nan before, but the two had their own minds and couldn't fully trust each other, so this tactic naturally ended in no time.

call!

Taking a deep breath, he suppressed the anxiety in his heart and whispered: "Even if it is the same, I will crush you!"

Strength, they also hide it!

Bang!

The tennis ball was volleyed out of his hands, and the speed was much faster than before.

However, the next moment!

Mutsu Yuma's arm steadily intercepted the tennis he played.

Swipe it.

As soon as Mutsu Yuma raised his arm, the tennis ball fell directly against the midfield of the opposing duo.

"The Neon team scored, 0-15!"

The counterattack has begun!

Li Dazhong glanced at the golden eyes.

Suddenly.

He felt cold all over, as if everything about him had been seen through by the other party.

Bang!

"0-30!"

...

Bang!

"0-40!"

The momentum and strength seem to be completely different from the beginning.

Every time the Mutsu brothers hit the ball, every time they made up, it was an appropriate benefit.

On the other hand, Li Dazhong's side, he only felt that his feet were bound by something on the other side.

Every time a tennis ball hits, it is a short distance from him.

...

The two cyclones flowed and linked, and the Mutsu brothers looked like a god in the world.

Under the gaze of their golden eyes, the score was reversed a little bit.

After one hour.

Bang!

"Game, Mutsu Yuma, Mutsu Yuho, 6-0!"

"The doubles match ended and the Neon team won the match, with a score of 2-0, and the number of rounds was 6-2, 6-0."

Especially in the second set, it didn't take much effort.

The two who were found weaknesses and loopholes by the Mutsu brothers were simply led by the nose.

"Captain, we lost..."

Li Dazhong lowered his head and returned to the South Korean team's position with a pale face.

Park Minxiu snorted and waved: "Trash, I can't go down yet!"

His eyes turned to the position of the Neon team, and his heart gradually fell silent.

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