Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

"No, it's not like this!"

Only Jin Zhimin has the worry on his face unabated.

In the impact of the ball just now, the face of the opposing team leader remained unchanged.

That look...

Rather than being shocked, it's more like observing.

"Yes, observe, I'm afraid the first ball on the opposite side is just a test!"

In a hurry, Jin Zhimin couldn't help speaking out his guess aloud.

On the side, Quan Guangyao's expression turned gloomy for an instant, and he reprimanded with an angry stare: "What nonsense is your kid talking about? Don't you trust the leader?"

His performance in the last game was extremely poor, and now he desperately needs a target to transfer his hatred.

Seeing Jin Zhimin's hesitant and silent appearance, his heart was cold.

"Boy, did you just mean you want the captain to lose?"

Quan Guangyao stepped forward and grabbed Jin Ji Min by the collar, his face almost turned up.

Jin Zhimin looked at the bad gazes from the surroundings, his lips squirmed slightly, and finally lowered his head, slowly saying, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't doubt the captain."

"Humph!"

Seeing the other party's softness, a trace of surprise flashed in Quan Guangyao's eyes. After releasing his palm, he said coldly: "Next time you dare to do this again, just wait for me to fix you!"

On the field.

Park Minxiu had a confident smile in his eyes, and his shirtless reaction was exactly as he expected.

call!

With a sigh of foul breath, he tossed the tennis ball again.

Bang!

The huge roar pierced the court.

The terrifying white tiger phantom once again struck towards Shang Shan Yu's body.

"The combination of power and speed is indeed surprising!"

This time, the shirt moved leisurely.

Step on!

He took a step forward with his left foot, his light brown eyes gleaming, as if he had seen everything about tennis.

The front of Tsung Yuu was facing the strong wind, holding the racket lightly with his right hand, thinking about pulling half of the racket position behind him.

The next moment, under the gaze of everyone's eyes.

With a brush, a golden thunder light flashed across.

The racket turned into an afterimage and steadily stopped the tennis ball that bounced off the ground.

Bang!

All phantoms disappear, and the strong impact of tennis can't shake Yu Yuu's arm.

"Wu Zhixing·Relei World!"

Accompanied by the voice of Shang Shan Yu, the huge thunder light suddenly turned back.

"How come?" Everyone on the Korean team only felt their scalp numb, "The captain's serve was unexpectedly..."

That powerful thunder seems to be more terrifying than their captain's serve!

"Boy, you have some abilities."

On the opposite side of the court, Park Min-soo was slightly surprised, but still full of confidence in his mouth: "It's just speed..."

He leaned forward and ran forward.

Ignoring the mental oppression caused by the Thunder, directly raising his hand was another violent whip.

Shang Shan Yu's moves are a bit similar to his. With such strength, he can really hold up the cards.

"However, I have incorporated speed and strength into it at the same time."

Park Minsu shouted in her heart.

call out!

The tennis ball flew out.

After turning into a thin beam of light, it quietly disappeared from the sight of everyone.

"impressive."

This time, even Yue Zhi Yueguang's expression became serious.

The opponent's tennis ball seems to have really disappeared from the court, and this is also different from the pure speed of his Mach serve.

Is this the strength of a country’s team leader?

Such thoughts did not only appear in his mind.

"Even I can only see a faint shadow?!"

In the stands on the second floor, the Thai team leader Garda looked unbelievable.

He clenched his hands into fists and placed them firmly on the guardrail in front of him.

Although the performance of the South Korean team in front made him very happy, but Park Min-soo's strength made him attach great importance to it.

"really…"

The voice of the shirt sighed softly into Park Min-soo's ears, "It's not a simple thing to be able to get to this point!"

Snapped!

A racket with a black and red frame is in the air.

Shang Shan You did not know when he had already reached the boundary of his right half, and the ray of light that dissipated happened to fall in his net.

"The Seventh Shape·Ripple Spikes!"

The shirt took a long breath.

The fine water ripples surfaced on the racket, and the pale yellow tennis ball pulled the net back by an arc.

"Rotation, speed and strength are all gone?"

There was a trace of amazement in Park Minxiu's eyes.

If he can understand the last ball of Jung Yuu, then this one is a bit weird.

In the stands, the Indian team leader Sharma was stunned, "Weird fluctuations, clever tricks!"

The young leader of the Neon team greatly exceeded his expectations.

Bang!

There was a crisp sound.

The tennis ball pulled out a bunch of blue tail flames and drew it against the boundary of the court.

"15-15!"

"Damn boy... he hides himself."

Park Minxiu's eyes were cold, and he couldn't help but curse in his heart.

Originally he thought it was Duke Watanabe that he needed to care about, but he didn't expect that shirt Yu had such a sharp edge.

and……

Feeling the momentum on Sung Yuu's body, Park Min-soo became more and more frightened.

This growing sense of crisis...

"Can't wait any longer!"

Brush it!

Raising his hand to throw, his arm tightened, and the racket pulled out an afterimage in midair.

Once again, tennis shot out like an aurora from his half court.

"Good coming!"

The top of his shirt was hooked at the corner of his mouth, and he drank softly.

He kept walking, and swiftly ran towards the tennis ball.

"Three Types, Sunny Arashi Wind Tree!"

The skirt is hunting, and the top of the shirt is very smart.

With his arms raised back, a cyan cyclone appeared on the racket quietly, and then he slapped at the bounced tennis ball.

Bang!

In an instant, three twisted arcs with tricky angles appeared on the court at the same time.

"What is this again?"

The South Korean team was dazzled by everyone.

This kind of weird change ball plus curve ball makes them completely clueless.

Opposite, Park Min-soo watched the trajectory of three tennis balls intently.

At their level, changing the ball is just a blindfold. What really makes him care about is the weird curve of the ball.

Erratic!

"Which one is it?"

At the moment his mind was flowing, three landing sounds in completely different directions sounded.

"These three balls are all real!"

Oppositely, Jackie Yu gave him a big smile.

Park Minsu was shocked, "How is this possible!!"

He turned his head and looked behind him, and found that only one tennis ball had rolled into the distance.

"Hehe, teasing you."

"..."

Park Minsu looked at the handsome face on the opposite side, feeling a mouthful of old blood in her heart.

"Very well, you forced me to do this!"

The ruthless color in Park Min-soo's eyes flashed past. The smile on Shang Xian Yu's face is undoubtedly the biggest mockery and provocation to him.

"Oh? Are you angry?"

There was a smile at the corner of his mouth.

If you are angry, that's right. What he wants is this effect.

The opponent's strength is not weak, and it can be used to test the brand new move for him.

Thank you for reading this story at mtlarchive.com. Your support enables us to keep the site running!