Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

hiss! !

After a while, the audience outside the venue took a breath.

The terrifying gully on the court that seemed to be pulled out by a rake made the scalp numb.

"Woo, Minsu Ouba!!"

"Is this really still tennis?!"

Many young viewers choked up.

The ball of the shirt Yu really shattered the last hope in their hearts.

At this time, Park Min Soo was lying on the ground with a painful look. He only felt that his eyes were black and his joints seemed to be shaken apart.

There was also a deep depression on the wall he hit just now.

Yucun looked at Park Minsu, who was lying below them, with a hint of dreamy magic on his face.

Not an illusion.

In the latter round, the fight on both sides had broken through his imagination.

"Is this the power that the world level is pursuing?"

His eyes flickered, and he could already see a clue in the eyes of the seniors around him.

This kind of power generated by a certain spiritual will is what they call "different dimensions"?

Curious, eager.

These emotions rarely appeared in Yukimura's heart.

He is very curious, with his tennis path, whether he can obtain the strength that rivals it.

On the field.

Jackie Yu let out two breaths lightly, soothing some sore muscles.

The profound meaning of Thunder's Breath, this is the first time he has given him the best stage.

"My path can also fight against different dimensions!"

Looking at the racket in his hand, Jackie Yu suddenly felt full of pride in his heart.

Although Park Minxiu's different dimension has not really entered the second stage.

But he didn't hit the ball with any light, nor did he use Ashura Shinto.

"Referee, haven't you pronounced the verdict yet?"

Brows frowned and he glanced sideways at the referee on the high chair.

It can be seen that the other party is still hesitating.

"Heh..." The shirt snorted leisurely, and suddenly raised his voice, "If he can stand up, then I don't mind."

The shirt yo-yo racket pointed at Park Minsu who was still lying on the ground weakly.

The referee's gaze turned away again.

This time, he took a deep breath and made up his mind to announce: "Because Park Min-soo lost the ability to compete, the singles match ended and the Neon representative team Top Yuu won the victory!"

"The points match was finally won by the Neon team, with a total score of 3-0!"

As soon as the referee's voice fell, the crowd outside the court suddenly became angry.

"No! Our game is not over yet!"

"Park Minsuxi...he will definitely stand up again!!"

"The opposite side violates the rules and hurts people, how can you be sentenced like this!"

...

Lost three games in a row.

Especially when Park Min-soo, who they saw as hope, was defeated in this way.

Emotionally unacceptable, the inner anger needs a vent!

As for the South Korean team, at this moment, all of them were bowing their heads. No one of them even took care of them. Park Min-soo was still lying on the ground and moaning.

The scene was a little out of control for a while.

On the rostrum by the court, the two invited commentators didn't even dare to put one.

At this time, they didn't want to lead their anger to themselves.

"It's really sad..."

Shang Xianyou glanced at the people of the South Korean team, and walked back to his position calmly.

When passing by Park Minsu, he didn't even mean to go up and help.

The opposite South Korean team is not in a hurry, and it will worry about where it is to get him.

...

As soon as they returned to the team, a few people gathered together.

"The captain is amazing!"

A glimmer of admiration flashed in the eyes of the Mutsu brothers. Although the shirt Yu is younger than them, his performance in this expedition has convinced them.

Be careful and thoughtful, you can speak well internally, and be tough when you need to be tough externally.

In such a team, they don't need to think too much, just get ready for the game with peace of mind.

"You are really too strong in top!"

Hakamada Izo did not hesitate to praise himself, and gave a thumbs up to Yuu Yu.

Yukimura had a smile on his eyes and a soft congratulation on his face.

Although he has no chance to play again this time, the gains on the sidelines may not be less.

The world stage has already unveiled a corner of its veil for him here.

As for Duke and Yuezhi Yueguang, they would be much calmer, nodding their heads slightly.

Shang Shan Yu responded briefly, and then he didn't talk too much nonsense, and said solemnly: "The game is over, we leave as soon as possible. The emotions of these audiences are not quite right."

They don't know what South Korea's promotion of a small points game looks like.

However, given the situation at the scene, leaving the scene as soon as possible is the best choice.

His words made everyone's complexion slightly changed. They haven't encountered such a situation before in competitions.

How can there be any trouble with the spectators coming off the court?

However, when everyone swept across the auditorium in the backcourt, their hearts were a little more vigilant.

While everyone was packing their things, a staff member of a stadium ran over with sweat.

As soon as they met, the man bowed very politely.

"Everyone, I'm really sorry, the audience reacted strongly, and they all hope that we can continue to finish the game."

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, his voice was still pleading.

There are already some people who are organizing groups to protest, and even threaten to beat people before they finish the fight.

There is no way, the staff of their venues can only come to adjust.

No one said anything on Shangshangyu's side, and everyone's eyes fell on him.

It is clear.

This is what it means to ask him as the team leader to make a decision.

"The Korean team means up there?" Yu Yuu's eyes flickered.

The staff hurriedly Kaidō: "They all agreed, now as long as you are here..."

"Hmm..." Jackie You groaned for a while, and then said like Mu Chunfeng: "I'm really sorry, our players are very tired, and the game is over, I think they should pay more attention to Captain Park's injury."

After speaking, Tsung Yuu gave everyone behind him a wink.

Everyone understood in seconds, they all quickly put on their backpacks, and followed the shirt to the safe passage of the exit.

"Eh……"

Looking at the scene, the staff member was alone in the wind.

"No, they want to run!"

The group of spectators behind them realized something was wrong, and they became excited one by one.

Almost a swarm, they all rushed to the front row.

Some audience members who were not dazzled by anger frowned and watched the scene with displeased expressions.

If the South Korean team loses, they will feel sorry and angry, but they won't do such a dishonest thing.

A middle-aged uncle was afraid that the situation would get out of control, so he even took out his cell phone and prepared to call the police.

The security of the competition venues certainly cannot control hundreds of fans who have lost their minds.

There was a noisy voice, and they looked back, their faces gloomy.

"Do they really dare to do this?"

The shirt was full of anger and laughed, and an unspeakable emotion emerged in his heart, "In that case..."

Taking out a racket, the shirt stood in the front of the team.

He noticed that most of the large group of people in front of him were only seventeen or eighteen years old.

"Starchaser!?"

In an instant, such a word popped out of his mind.

It can be said that this is the craziest group in Korea.

"It was he who injured our Minxiu Ouba!"

A somewhat sharp shout sounded, and the group of people suddenly wanted to pounce on the tops.

"Fuck, what kind of shit is this!"

Jackie Yu cursed in his heart, and then a bright golden thunder light appeared from his hand.

"This is a light shot!"

The few people behind him were startled, and then a bitter smile appeared again. It's now time, not the time to marvel.

But what does he want to do?

Just as everyone was astonished, Jackie Yu's arm slammed down!

Boom!

The huge roar sounded on the court again.

Those teenagers who had rushed to the front were directly frightened to the ground.

The desperate feeling of just hitting the ball made their hearts tremble. It is the first time many of them know that tennis can really be so scary.

The smoke dissipated.

They all stayed in place dumbfounded.

A cracked pothole appeared not far in front of them, and that small tennis ball was inlaid in the center of the pothole, with a scorching blue smoke on it.

What if the ball really hits yourself?

The few people in front shuddered with fear, and the initial anger in their minds was quietly replaced by fear.

As for the people of the Neon team, they have already left the stadium during this gap.

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