Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

"0-15!"

On the high chair, the referee pronounced the sentence.

"This short ball turned out to be..."

With a dumbfounded look, Rooney Karlsson raised his head, staring blankly at the boy opposite.

"What a Nioh Masaharu." On the sidelines of the Neon team, Jibu's eyes were full of excitement.

He originally thought that Nioh imitated him to that extent is the limit. Unexpectedly, it is not bad for the light phantom of Tezuka country!

"Can he imitate the shirt?" Onobu tilted his head and looked at Sanada beside him.

During the national competition, they all had such speculations, but now it seems that Nioh has indeed demonstrated this ability.

"I don't know either!" Sanada groaned, shook his head and said, "I only heard Liu Sheng said that these phantoms are not that simple and more adequate."

He also hoped that King Niu could phantom more powerhouses, so that they would have more actual sparring partners.

"Go there this time, let's also call Shangren Wang Masaharu." A curve was drawn at the corner of Trace's mouth, "I believe he will be very rewarding."

At the words of Onobe, Sanada frowned.

"I accept your love this time, if there is something next time..."

"Heh... Sanada, who are you as your uncle, do I care about this?"

The arrogance flashed in Trace Department's eyes, as long as it was someone he recognized, then what he did was his own decision.

Sanada was silent.

This young master always makes people feel a kind of strength and consciousness in some unexpected places.

...

"elder brother!"

On the court, Ruman began to feel the pressure from the opposite side, and frowned softly.

After the figure on the opposite side changed, their rhythm had been cut twice.

"Huh, I will pay attention."

Rooney slowly retreated back to midfield, no longer the lighthearted expression on his face.

The opponent's strength is much trickier than he expected.

Bang!

With a loud explosion, the tennis ball was played by Luhmann again.

It was still like a flame, directly making Fuji's azure blue eyes red.

He didn't believe that the two people on the opposite side could use the same double counterattack method just now.

Huh!

Buer squatted and moved forward, his figure slowly dissipating at the end of his vision.

With this powerful serve, he naturally has his own solution.

"Ho!"

The seemingly slender arms stretched, and he swung the racket lightly across the top of the tennis ball.

A bunch of white awns flew back upside down.

"Good job!"

"Um?"

A very synchronized sound came into his ears, and Buu felt a flower in front of him, and two identical faces slashed in front of him.

Bang!

A vigorous figure leaped up and stretched out a racket in the air.

The tennis ball exploded from the side of Fujin.

"No, don't be careless!"

Behind him, the cold voice of "Tezuka" sounded, and he was already standing on the path of the tennis ball.

Bang!

Raising his hand sharply, his fill-up was very timely.

"elder brother!"

"learn!"

On the opposite side of the court, the two Carlsson brothers flashed in their footsteps.

Snapped!

Rooney's racket was paddled in front of the net.

The tennis ball shuddered and passed the top of the middle net.

"The formation of the team has changed." Buer looked at the two brothers not far in front, with a solemn expression, "And... the opposite is the same tune!"

The air column rising back and forth and the pupils dyed golden, these are the best proof of the opening of coherence.

Sure enough, the opponent's initial strength still has some reservations!

Bang!

"2-1!"

...

Bang!

"2-2!"

...

Bang!

"3-2!"

"Exchange venue!"

Outside the venue, the audience was silent for a moment, and then there was a burst of enthusiastic cheers.

"What a wonderful game!"

Both the American team and the neon team, which they are not very hopeful about, have shown a superb competitive level.

"Are you okay?" Irrie played at the two with a smile.

Nioh had already lifted the phantom at this time, his forehead and sideburns were constantly sweating.

"Opposite, it's a bit difficult!"

Taking a towel, Nioh squinted and looked at the opposite side.

Although the opponent couldn't solve Tezuka's tennis system well, it was the only way to specialize in cooperation.

After homophony, the heart is connected.

This pair of twins greatly expanded their perception of changes in the court.

"Next, leave it to me."

After a moment of silence, Fuji raised his eyes, with confidence in his eyes.

Both Nioh and Irue looked at him in surprise.

Speaking of which, in their impression, this is the first time that Fuji said such words.

Not far away, Yajiuzin also looked sideways when he heard the words, and was non-committal about what Fuer said.

Only he and the trace department know how far the teenager who came to the door has evolved.

"Then I beg you, Fuji-kun!"

Irue squinted his eyes and smiled, as if he was very trusting, even if he was still a target of fire.

The time for rest is fleeting.

When the two returned to the court, Nioh stood in the backcourt and his eyes flickered. Although he didn't know what moves Fuji Zhousuke still had, he was looking forward to it for some reason.

Buzzing!

The shaking of his body changed for a moment, and he once again became like Tezuka Kunomi.

"No two, it's going to be on!"

With a cold voice, "Tezuka" slapped the ball vigorously.

Boom!

The tennis ball landed precisely at the corner of the receiving area, and then flew out thinking of the sidelines.

Tatata!

Ruman moved quickly, the round head reflecting the light above.

"Sure enough, he didn't use that kind of serve again this round."

There are no lack of mediocrities in the American team, and the shortcomings of Nioh's state are naturally analyzed.

"Flamebomb!

With one foot and a pad, he slammed the ball back vigorously with both hands.

The point of tennis is still the side that they consider to be weaker.

A vertical smash like a flame, full of power.

If it is normal, if you want to fight back, you must use wrist skills or hit a chipping ball.

And the power of this kind of ball is Rooney in front of the net. His volley is precisely to deal with this kind of fastball.

"Everything about me has already changed!"

Buer's eyes flickered, which of the original beliefs and unknowingly blossomed.

Brush it!

His legs are straddling, and his arms are squeezed sharply, and Kabuto, with the racket in his hand, lives at the bottom of the tennis ball from the bottom up.

Bang!

The air wave surging, blowing his hair lightly.

Next moment!

Ho!

Fuji's arm slammed upwards.

Tennis jumped to the top of this arena.

"so tall!?"

With their heads held up, the two brothers Ruman and Rooney were shocked, and at the same time a little bit of puzzlement arose.

Although the opponent played back the tennis ball, can the lob with this height be accurate?

To this.

Fuer, who was on the opposite side of the net, smiled slightly.

Whizzing!

There seemed to be a trembling in the air.

In an instant, the stars fell like rain!

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