Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

Bang!

With a melodious trembling, with a hint of gyration, the tennis ball, who wanted to continue to accelerate, was beaten back by Fuji.

"Sssss~"

The tennis ball quickly fell to the ground in front of the net, and then walked out from under his crotch in Luhmann's surprised gaze.

"15-15!"

"This is..." Luhmann raised his head, his smooth head reflected a light, and his eyes looked a little dignified, "What a brilliant chipping ball!"

He had calculated the path of the tennis just now, but the tennis unexpectedly did not bounce.

"Luman, don't be careless!"

"I see, I will receive the next ball."

Turning around and walking back to his position, Ruman responded to his brother.

Crouching in the front court, his big bald head flickered again.

"Rockrt!"

Bang!

Accompanied by a familiar voice, there was a roar in the air, and the tennis ball came again from the opposite side.

This time, Nioh was also ready to receive the hair early in the morning.

"The first explosion is the key!"

With his eyes flickering, Nioh focused all his attention on tennis this time.

Sure enough, the speed of tennis is not as exaggerated as it was at first.

Bang!

Nioh raised his arm, took the ball from the ground and drew it directly into the gap between the two opposing people.

"Don't be too naive!"

Luhmann's eyes widened and he let out a low growl from his throat.

Step on!

He straddled twice, and then stepped on the ground with his right foot, "Flamebomb!"

boom!

Shoot with both hands and stir vigorously.

Luman's big bald head intercepted Nioh's smash directly in the air.

Whizzing!

The tennis ball seemed to be wrapped in a ball of crimson flames, exploding magnificently on the side of Fuji's left foot.

The flame exploded, raising a cloud of hot smoke.

"This is a foot volley with a vertical center smash!?"

From the stands, Taocheng couldn't help but let out an exclamation.

The ball with the big bald head on the opposite side just now is much more powerful than his vertical smash.

"Not only that." Gently pushed the glasses on the nose, the surface of the lens flashed white, "Just now the ball, the opponent's technical ability is also quite powerful, but under the explosive force, it remains high. Accuracy."

Volley at the foot, this is a volley that takes into account the point of the tennis ball.

The opponent's ability to make Fudu can't react, in addition to great strength and short distance, the kind of precise ball control is also the key.

"What a strong opponent!"

Gan Zhenzhi's words made Dashi frowned. This was the first time he had seen such a powerful foreign peer.

On the field.

Fuji lowered his head and glanced at the ball mark on his foot.

The scorched traces showed the terrifying power of the ball just now, and it seemed that the scorching smell could still be smelled in the air.

"Strong and decisive shots, the tennis style focuses on offensive suppression."

Fuji analyzed briefly in his heart, "And I am afraid this is not the full strength of the twins in front of him."

Doubles, doubles...

There was a hint of worry in his heart.

...

Bang!

"Game, Ruman Karlsson, Rooney Karlsson, 1-0!"

"Exchange venue!"

A few minutes later, the American team took the lead in winning their serve.

High-five, and the two Carlsson brothers walked to the opposite half of the court steadily.

"The physical strength on the other side is also top-notch..."

Unanimously, Fuji and Nioh looked at each other, and both understood what they wanted to express.

This combination of the other side puts them a lot of pressure.

"Fujishusuke, Nioh Masaharu, how would you deal with this situation?"

In the position of the Neon team, Irie Saudo seems to have clearly seen the psychology of the two at the moment.

Before the battle.

Sanada folded his arms and stared at the court with scorching eyes, "Nioh, you should want to take a shot."

He doesn't worry too much now, because he knows that Nioh has undergone amazing changes since the national competition.

The growth of the body and foundation has made Nioh more and more unfathomable.

"Do you want to imitate my uncle again? Ah?!"

On the side, a few fingers in the trace were placed on the eyebrows, his eyes flickering, his tone was indescribable.

In response, Sanada just glanced sideways and smiled coldly, "You'll know when you look at it."

He turned his gaze back to Nioh, and a flash of memory flashed deep in his eyes.

The ghost knew what expression he was like when that figure appeared in front of him.

"Student Nioh..."

"Don't worry, leave it to me."

There was a light of excitement in Nioh's eyes. With a tennis ball in his hand, he walked towards the back court line of service.

call!

Fujitsu breathed a sigh of relief in the front court, and slowly sank.

He had seen the Nioh Phantom before, and at this time, the ability of the trail department was able to exert a pretty good effect.

"DaDa...DaDa..."

The tennis ball kept tapping the ground in Nioh's hands.

The whole stadium was quiet, all eyes were on him.

next moment.

Huh!

The tennis ball was thrown by his arm and slowly passed over his head.

Lifting his head, his indigo-colored eyes suddenly lit up, and then, his figure suddenly flickered.

The corner of Nioh's mouth was slightly hooked, and the tiny mole in the lower right corner also quietly disappeared without a trace.

Snapped!

The arm sinks everything, and the racket is inserted from the upper left to the lower right of the tennis ball.

It seems that this is just a very common flat throw side spin.

Opposite, Rooney sneered at the corner of his mouth. He originally thought that the other party should also have some means of resistance.

This is the result?

With a click, the tennis ball quietly fell to the front court of the receiving area.

"Chichichichi~"

Under everyone's gaze, the tennis ball didn't bounce up at all, and slowly rolled towards the middle net.

"This is!!"

Fu Erxu opened his squinted eyes, his face suddenly changed, and he turned his head and looked behind him.

The man who always showed a sly smile has disappeared...

In contrast, there was a handsome young man with a solemn expression, elegant brown hair, and oval glasses.

"Tezuka!!!"

On the sidelines, the sound of the trace department only made half of it.

His expression was weird, his eyes stared at that Tezuka Kunimitsu on the court, and then turned his head to look at Sanada beside him, "So this is the surprise you left for this uncle?"

The corner of Sanada's mouth unconsciously bends upwards, pretending to be high coldly: "You just made a loud voice."

"Haha, that's good, it's really good." Trace Department was not angry either, but became very interested, "I look forward to our next meeting on the court."

"I will definitely accompany you!"

Sanada's anger surged, and he replied.

In the stands, everyone in Qingxue also fell silent.

Who would have thought that they would see their minister here again.

"This, this is a joke..."

Taocheng said in disbelief while pointing at "Director Tezuka" off the court.

Just now, Nioh Masaharu almost staged a big change under their noses.

"It's not an illusion, he has indeed become Tezuka." On the side, he shook his head dry and said: "Don't forget that the opponent became the Minister of the Ice Emperor in the last national competition."

"But, but..." Taocheng was a little anxious, "Even Minister Tezuka's zero serve can be imitated, it's too..."

"Yeah, it's too surprising."

Dry sigh.

Who was not surprised by this scene just now?

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