Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

"Hey, Park Min-soo xi has started the event to warm up!"

One of the commentators was sharp-eyed and quickly discovered a point that could divert everyone's attention.

His voice spread to the court through the broad wheat in front of him.

"It looks like the captain of our Republic of Korea will play in the first singles match!"

The other commentator immediately took over the topic cleverly.

...

"Park Minsu! Park Minsu!"

"Minxiu Ouba, you must win!"

The audience's attention fell on Park Min Soo who was in the South Korean team's position again.

The next game.

It is not only a matter of victory or defeat, but also their face.

If they lose three games in a row at home, then they probably don't even know what they will do.

The huge momentum rekindled in the stadium.

With his eyes closed, Park Minsu felt this familiar cheer.

But unlike before, this time he also felt heavy pressure.

If he wins, then he still has a chance to remove most of the responsibility from this failure.

But if you lose...

"No, I will never lose this game!"

Huh!

Park Min Soo opened his eyes and cast his gaze sharply across the court.

The Neon team is over there.

The young team leader is also doing basic warm-up moves.

"As long as it's not Duke. Watanabe..."

Park Min-soo was determined.

...

"Next, the singles number three is about to start, with the Korean representative team Park Min-soo playing against the neon representative team Top Yu."

"The players from both sides are invited to play."

A crisp broadcast sounded.

"Sweater, come on!" Yukimura smiled and encouraged.

He is still very much looking forward to this duel between the top leader and the opposite team leader.

World-class strength is also divided into high and low.

Since last year's national competition, he has become increasingly unable to see through the strength of the shirt, even now his strength has reached this point.

Yuu tied up his shoelaces, held a racket between his elbows, turned his head and smiled: "Don't worry!"

His smile confidently made the army behind him feel very relieved.

"Tops..."

Yue Zhi Yueguang looked at the familiar figure in front of him, her eyes in a daze.

"Minister Yuezhi."

"Um?"

Otsuchi Moonlight looked at Hakamada Izo beside him in a puzzled manner.

A rare serious expression appeared on the latter's face, his eyes fixedly chasing the back of Shang Shan Yu.

"The shirt he... is really amazing!"

Hakamada Izo murmured.

In just two years, the young boy who was still a little immature at the beginning chased up with a strong attitude.

It can even be said that they left them far behind.

Yue Zhi Yueguang's blue eyes flashed, and there was no answer.

The young man who had made promises in front of him is practicing his own ideas step by step.

Before the net.

Park Minsu's eyes flickered.

The teenager in front of him who looked about his height was a bit too young.

Moreover, he didn't feel any dangerous aura from Tops Yuu's body.

"Team Neon, would you send a leader like you?"

Park Minxiu squinted at his shirt, and smiled coldly, "I'm afraid you wouldn't think I'm playing three in singles!"

Heard this.

The shirt tilted his head, as if looking at an idiot.

A trace of mockery crossed the corner of his mouth: "Captain Park's calculations are indeed wonderful, whether it is off-court or on-court."

"Very well, continue to be hard." The anger on Pu Minxiu's face flashed, without shame at all, but sternly: "I will see how much you can stand."

In front of his opponent, he didn't need to cover up.

Not only the fans on the sidelines, but his heart was filled with anger.

And the guy who dared to provoke him, Jackie Yu, would become the opening for him to vent his anger.

The aura on his body was even more three-pointed, and his eyes glared, showing a completely different mental outlook from the usual.

"What a strong aura, is this the power of South Korea's No.1?"

On the Neon team's side, the unbreakable iron man looked a little dignified, "I'm afraid this person is not simple."

On the side,-Kun Dao Yudou squinted and smiled: "Although the Korean team has a bad style, their captain is really good."

"It's not compared to the previous army with a lot of money, even if he is in our U17 base, he can also be ranked in the top five."

"Top five!!" Hakamada's face changed slightly, a little surprised, "So high?"

Several others were also bluffed by-Kundao Yudou's words.

Duke Watanabe twisted his neck and looked at the other people inexplicably, "Is this surprised?"

"You know, even some small countries will give birth to some talented players." Duke glanced at the audience, and then said: "Besides, in terms of the population of South Korea, it is not a small country."

Yukimura and the others turned their minds.

The point of their attention just now was not on this, they did ignore this element.

"In addition, don't worry. Even if the opponent's strength and speed are very strong, they will not be the opponent of the shirt."

Duke. Watanabe put his arms around his chest and looked confidently at the shirt Yuu on the court.

It was the match between Yusho Yuu and Oni Jujiro.

He has been standing on the edge of the court, seeing details that many people have not seen.

In the world class.

Top Yuu, he definitely has a different level of tennis level.

The opponent's ability to smash Ashura Shinto's back attack was the best proof.

Although it may not have reached the second stage involving the essence of different dimensions, this strength is also first-class in the world.

You know, when he was at the World Cup in France last year, he was only at this stage.

Duke frowned.

He didn't expect that this guy who had always only obeyed Byodoin would even stand on the top of the shirt.

"This team leader is really pleasantly surprised..."

-Kundao Yudou took a new message into his heart.

.....

"At the beginning of the game, the South Korean team, Park Min-soo, served, and the game ended."

On the high chair, the referee's voice sounded.

"It's finally started, Park Minsu, come on!"

After a period of uproar, the huge stadium quickly quieted down.

"Da da, da da..."

Park Min-soo's palms are very powerful, and the tennis balls keep beating on the ground like drums.

"Neon devil, let me show you...what a world-class tennis ball is!"

Park Minsu gave a low roar.

In the next second, his body started up.

Huh!

Turning my left hand, my arm was raised and the tennis ball was sent upward from his palm.

Afterwards, his legs straddled sideways flexed, his entire upper body leaned back, and the deltoid muscles behind his shoulders rolled vigorously.

Bang!

In the blink of an eye, an explosive roar resounded across the court.

"This serve!"

The expressions of the entire army behind Tsung Yuu changed drastically. In their eyes, this is not a tennis ball at all!

Like a white tiger with hanging eyes, it flew towards the shirt.

A hint of purple flashed across Yukimura's eyes, "This kind of power, this person's tennis really is just like the -kundao-senior said."

boom!

The ground shuddered slightly, and the tennis ball hit a small hole directly on the court, and then the ball flew out high.

The fierce wind even rolled up the broken hair in front of the shirt's forehead.

"Park Minsu scored 15-0!"

"Out, there! Player Park Minxiu's tiger bite serve!" In the commentary stand, a commentator's neck was so excited that he was bloodshot.

They want this kind of power for the South Korean team!

On the sidelines, those spectators seemed to have a glass of ice water in July, and they felt comfortable!

"Minsoo Oppa is so handsome!"

"This kind of tennis... As expected, Park Minsu won't let us down!"

All kinds of shouts and screams, as if they don't need money, slammed into the court.

"It seems that this kid has been frightened by the captain's strength."

Seeing that the shirt Yu was motionless just now and seemed to be frightened, there was a burst of laughter from the South Korean team's position.

The previous two doubles losses have caused them to suffer humiliation.

With such a rare opportunity, they naturally want to ridicule them back to their heart's content.

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