Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

"What a sinister calculation!"

On the sidelines, Yukimura's pupils shrank suddenly.

If Park Min-soo's style of play before was considered to be domineering, then at this moment, he has completely changed to another person.

The tennis ball is like a cunning beast, biting towards the body of Yu Shan Yu.

Huh!

However, Top Yuu's reaction was unexpectedly fast.

In Park Minxiu's unbelievable gaze, he saw his ankle twisted abruptly, and his whole body was deflected by almost ninety degrees.

And the racket in his hand, under a splash of water blue ripples, quietly picked up everything from his knees.

"Land Type•Reverse Uzumaki!"

Under the action of the rotating force, Shang Xian Yu's body deflected in a large arc.

The pale yellow tennis ball seemed to be firmly glued to the racket, and it struck a long distance across the net from the side of the racket.

Then, at the moment when Jackie Yu's wrist was shaking.

The light-colored air mass flashed.

The eyes of the shirt gleamed, and the breath of the body became light and agile again.

"Uzumaki of Poseidon!"

A soft chant, the sound of the wind came to my ears.

The tennis ball flew back directly with a terrifying water blue cyclone.

"This is impossible!"

Park Minsu was shocked.

Ordinary people can't do it at all, playing tennis back in that situation.

However, the facts are ahead.

Even Shang Shan Yu's counterattack was more terrifying than he thought.

Tatata!

Park Minsu gritted her teeth and glared. The body did not hesitate, and ran in the direction of the tennis ball.

"His~"

The terrifying water wave cyclone made a thrilling buzzing in the air. Almost no need to watch, Park Min-soo can already feel the horrible spin on the tennis ball.

Is this a fusion of two different moves?

Park Min-soo's face was gloomy, and he thought of the serve that was born from the combination of his strength and speed.

And the other party... seems to be a more difficult move.

boom!

Park Min-soo swung hard for the next ball.

After a blast.

The spinning force on the tennis ball suddenly broke out, and the purest spinning was like a deep-sea Uzumaki, which swept Park Min-Su.

Chi Chi Chi Chi!

He just felt the violent tearing force from the racket.

The wrist trembles and the spirit is also shocked.

But Park Minsu didn't mean to let go of the racket at all.

What he thinks now is that he received a tennis ball at the beginning!

The strong sense of oppression made his body take a half step back. Involuntarily, his other arm was also pressed on the handle of the racket.

Patter.

At the last moment when the racket in his hand was scrapped.

The tennis ball flew back slowly.

"Fight back!"

The members of the South Korean team couldn't help but feel happy.

In the horrible situation just now, they might not be able to hold on for even a second.

In Park Minsu's handle, most of the wire in the middle of the racket was twisted into a ball, which is enough to show how terrifying the ball was just now.

But the next moment.

Jackie Yu gave them deeper despair in front of the net.

"It's not bad to be able to fight back!"

Bang!

A compliment that made them feel extremely humiliating came from the court, along with the tennis ball that flew high off the court.

"That's right." Just when shirt Yu was about to walk back to the backcourt, his footsteps stopped, and he turned and added to the opposite side of the court, "Your tactics are too low-level."

Kill the heart.

The blue veins on Park Minsu's forehead are looming. This time, he was truly irritated.

Staring at shirt Yuu with biting eyes.

He walked to the sidelines indifferently and replaced with a new racket.

"My tolerance and dormancy are too low-level?"

The scenes in Park Min-soo's mind continue to look back.

From the beginning, I joined the Korean U17 team with ambition, and then was bullied and bullied by various so-called seniors in the team.

His dreams at the beginning and his love for tennis have long been ruthlessly destroyed by the cruel reality.

Then, he learned to be obedient and followed the rules set by his predecessors. He no longer helped those newcomers. He chose to blend in, and he chose to become the group of people with power.

Today, he has finally become the rule maker!

so……

How would you know my forbearance and dormancy?

The joints of the right hand are almost whitish!

Park Minsu returned to the court with no expression.

His somewhat deep eyes looked at the shirt Yuu.

Suddenly.

A pale breath of tyranny and terror rose from his body.

"Well... this kind of breath is!"

Shangshan Yu was really surprised this time. This was completely absent from the information given by Mitsuya.

"Moreover, this familiar aura..."

He squinted his eyes and looked to the other side, and the expression on his face became solemn, "This is the breath of Ashura Shinto."

"Boy, my hole card was not originally intended to be played here."

Park Minsu's face became a little more hideous.

But the next moment, he snarled: "So, are you ready to die?!"

Huh!

Raising his hand to toss, he hit the tennis ball heavily from mid-air.

Bang!

A blast to pass the court, although this is only a simple high-throw flat shot, but the power of tennis is beyond everyone's expectations.

The audience just felt their eyes flashed, and the next moment the tennis ball had landed on the serve line of Yu Yu's backhand.

Boom.

Smoke splashes.

The ground of the entire stadium was shaken slightly.

"Any ball can have such power?"

Yukimura's mind trembled a little.

He feels that the tennis he has seen today is likely to break through his previous cognition.

Next to him, Yue Zhi Yueguang and-Kun Dao Yu Dou had no other thoughts at this time, and both looked solemnly at the changes on the court.

"It's rare to see players at this level."

-Kundao Yudou held the glasses with his fingers trembling slightly.

His heart is not peaceful, even in the neon U17, the power of Ashura Shinto is only a few Masters.

Rumble!

On the court, the huge ball shadow almost wiped his shirt and hit the wall behind him.

Suddenly, there was another explosion.

The players in the South Korean team were frightened by the ball and took a step back, but at the same time there was a burst of ecstasy in their hearts.

Their captain is actually so strong! !

"Park Minsu!"

I don't know who yelled, and the originally quiet venue boiled like a pot of boiling water.

Park Minsu ignored the cheers from the outside world. His eyes flickered at the unscathed figure of Shang Shun Yu.

"Did you hide it again?"

There is only one thought in his mind now. That is to completely tear up the neon kid in front of him.

Feeling the powerful force in his body, he grinned slightly: "Next time, you won't be so lucky!"

Bang!

It's still a simple high throw and flat serve.

But the next moment, a burst of rubble splashed.

After the tennis ball blew up on the court, another tumbling cloud of smoke was raised on the ground.

"It turns out that this is the real suppressing power of Ashura Shinto."

A gleam of light flashed in Yuu's eyes.

Compared to the previous contest with Oni Jujiro, Yushang Yu found that there was one biggest difference between the two.

Malicious!

The horror and malice emanating from the face that was almost Chi Guoguo gave his body a little more restriction.

"but……"

The shirt raised his eyes and smiled, "This is the world stage I want."

Huh!

A shot is out, as fast as thunder!

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