Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

The US team is in position.

There was a hint of surprise in the eyes of a mature face with a middle-class model.

"There will be such a wonderful change, the ability of this middle school student is very interesting."

"Hopkins, can't even you see through?"

Reinhardt frowned.

This should be the second time this middle school student has demonstrated this ability, and it is completely different from the previous change.

Judging from the serve just now, the opponent has truly copied the abilities of this grim teenager.

From the side, Hopkins rubbed his chin with one hand, with a hint of thought in his eyes, "I still can't see through, this should be the function of his wonderful mental power."

"Interesting." A gleam of light flashed in Reinhardt's eyes, and his gaze fell on Nioh who was off the court. "If this ability can continue to grow, it may be a terrifying assassin."

"Huh huh." Hopkins nodded and smiled: "If you can still exert this effect after entering the world, then it is indeed a good talent."

"Keep watching."

Reinhardt smiled, "List him as a candidate."

"no problem."

...

Off the court.

The astonishment in Fuji's eyes still didn't subside, "It's not the trace but..."

Looking at the reassuring figure, his eyes couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

"No two, don't take it carelessly!"

"Tezuka" raised his eyes and gently pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose.

Listening to the familiar voice coming from his ears, Fuji even felt a kind of fantasy feeling rising from his heart.

It was as if he was actually playing with Tezuka.

call!

"I see!"

Fuji took a deep breath and turned back, with a soft smile in his eyes, "Just let me fight with you once."

"is coming!"

Bang!

Along with the cold words sounded, a crisp sound came from the backcourt again.

"Chichichichi~"

The tennis ball twisted and rubbed the ground.

Then, as in the first ball, Rooney slowly rolled back to the middle net under Rooney's incredible gaze.

"How can there be such a serve?!"

With a look of astonishment, he raised his head to look at the figure on the bottom line of the opposite backcourt.

Compared to this non-rebound serve, his Rocket can't make it to the table at all.

"Brother, take it easy, we just have to hold all the serve, and then when the other serve..."

When exchanging and receiving the hair, Ruman walked over to comfort him.

Although the zero serve is great, but his brain is always sober, this is a doubles.

"I know, it's just a little unexpected to be in this small island country..."

Before he finished the second half of his sentence, Ruman patted him on the shoulder and interrupted: "No matter where it is from, the other party is standing in front of us now."

"Understood."

Rooney looked at his brother's bald head and sighed slightly.

If he looks down on his opponents because of the region and the country, what is the difference between him and the Americans who treated them before.

Ruman saw it more thoroughly than I did.

...

Bang!

"40-0!"

Bang!

"Game, Nioh Masaharu, Fujisuke, 1-1!"

then.

Nioh again made two straight zeros and easily won their serve.

"Rooney and the others... were beaten out of the Ace game."

Many people in the US team exclaimed.

Although it was due to the fact that the opponent served very well, it was indeed the first time they saw this situation.

In their U14, maybe the Rooney brothers are not the strongest, but in doubles, they are also one of the best combinations.

"No one is worried."

In the team, Edgar squinted his eyes and sneered on his very tough face, "Although this kind of serve is very powerful, but..."

His gaze penetrated half of the court and fell directly on Nioh's arm.

"It also consumes a lot of arms."

Everyone was stunned, followed his gaze and looked over, and they suddenly became more clear in their hearts.

With that kind of powerful spin, it's impossible to hit so softly.

"So the other party is..."

"Strike momentum, Master rhythm."

Edgar folded his arms across his chest, with a very confident tone.

In doubles matches, this is very crucial. As long as one person in the combination is frustrated, it will have a greater impact on the overall situation.

"Next, it's us again!"

In the backcourt, Ruman held his breath, staring straight ahead, as if looking for the defensive loopholes of the opposing team.

Next second.

"Fire!"

He growled.

The tennis ball that was thrown into the air was just a blink of an eye, and he was heavily bombarded.

The tennis ball drew a crimson flame and violently landed directly on Nioh's hair extension line.

"Not bad power!"

"Tezuka" fixed his gaze and stepped forward.

The racket he had switched to his left hand lifted upwards, and in the next instant, a milky white light rose from his arm.

Bang!

There was a loud bang.

The tennis ball before the flame exploded turned into a hotter streamer!

"This... Ruman's flame throw was hit back like this."

Maybe he wouldn't be so surprised if the opponent used technique, but what he never expected was that the opponent responded with a more violent posture and hit this powerful ball head-on.

Rooney gritted his teeth, his face solemnly greeted him with that terrifying wave of light.

"This is the limit of hard work?!"

On the sidelines, Shinzu's fingers trembled slightly.

His eyes were solemn, and his expression seriously looked at the figure below.

Like the Ice World in the Phantom Trail Department before, the opponent even phantoms the selfless realm of Kunimitsu Tezuka.

"This is simply a living Minister Tezuka."

Aside, Kikumaru's cat eyes opened wide, surprised and admired unspeakably.

"Zero serve, hard work, and I won't even wait for the Tezuka area..."

Before he finished speaking, the next scene made him shut his mouth.

Rooney tried his best to pick up the tennis ball in the frontcourt, pulling out a winding curve from mid-air and returning to Tezuka's side.

Sizzle~

Like a rushing Uzumaki, the hair on the forehead of "Tezuka" fluttered.

His left foot drew a short arc in front of him, and his right hand held the racket imaginarily, waiting for the moment the tennis ball came back.

Click!

The arm of "Tezuka" drives the racket down everything.

The tennis ball twisted slightly in mid-air, and then slowly flew over the middle net.

"You still have time!"

Rooney's pupils, who had just adjusted his posture, shrank.

Although he doesn't know why the opponent only played a short frontcourt under such a good opportunity. But this mistake, which is not a mistake, was caught by him!

Step on!

He twisted his ankle and stepped on it, and his body quickly rushed forward.

"Sss~"

The tennis ball falls to the ground.

The racket he stretched forward was also stiffly fixed in place.

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