Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

"This ball... so beautiful!"

Nioh stood in the backcourt and stood upright.

The tennis ball was like a shining star, passing through his eyes.

Bang!

The ground shuddered slightly, and the tennis ball had fallen on the court at some point, and then flew out high.

This scene, like a starlight falling to the ground, exploded a piece of Hanabi.

Was it actually solved in this way?

In the U.S. team, a hint of surprise appeared on Edgar's face.

Just now, this skillful player of Neon, in a way that ordinary people can't understand, returned Luman's flame bomb.

Genius or lunatic?

The tennis ball was controlled by him at that height!

"This generation of neon is all pretty good seedlings."

Hopkins looked up at the sky above the stadium, then looked back at the silent Reinhardt.

"Doctor, I suddenly regretted it!"

"Um?"

Hopkins was puzzled.

Reinhardt’s eyes glowed with extraordinary light, "You said that in the next World Championship, will Neon be our biggest opponent."

The reform of the next World Cup is almost certain, but their US team still has nothing to show for U14 members.

Hopkins was taken aback for a moment, and then a wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "Ralph, what you said is very likely."

Being able to make Reinhardt call out his nickname is enough to show that the other party's heart is indeed a little confused.

"Then our decision for the Neon team should be changed."

A sharp light flashed in Hopkins's eyes, and this situation is quite normal in Europe.

It just happens to be the game now, if they use some means, it may not be impossible.

"No, it's too late." Reinhardt shook his head. "This time only Edgar was specially selected by me to consider that person."

"Well, then we can only look at it again."

Hopkins sighed softly and gave up the idea in his mind.

The neon of the past two years is still surprising.

...

Bang!

Without two shooting, a swaying starlight fell from the sky again.

On the field.

Seeing that his trick was beaten back like this once again, Ruman had no luck in his heart.

Even if it is homologous, this kind of tennis, which is somewhat beyond cognition, still shocks his soul.

Moreover, the fact that Fujitsu made star sparks was not just as simple as it shocked them.

The tactics they developed from the third game also declared their deaths halfway through.

簌簌...

There was a slight whirlwind in the semi-open stadium.

Fuji closed the camera and looked back, and said softly, "Tezuka, let's continue!"

Nioh was stunned slightly, and then a smile appeared on his stern face.

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

Nodding lightly, "Tezuka" in the backcourt threw the ball up again.

Bang!

The tennis shot is very powerful.

It is directly on the border of the hair extension area. Because of the left-hander, the angle of the tennis ball is quite tricky.

opposite.

Rooney's pale gold eyes had calmed down, the small cluster of dirty braids in front of his forehead fluttered, and his body quickly chased directly above the tennis ball.

"They still have flaws."

His younger brother Luhmann's thoughts reached his mind, and his brows were raised slightly.

At the moment of concentration.

With a twitch of his arm, the tennis ball shuttles past the gap between defenses.

It's a success!

"Um?"

"No, press forward together!"

Rooney reacted very quickly. He hit the dead-end tennis ball. After he bounced, he took another weird turn.

"Which guy made the ghost?" Ruman hummed in his heart.

In the previous rounds, Nioh relied on this move to hold the score tightly.

As for the two of them pressing forward at the same time, it is naturally to prevent that weird short ball from appearing again.

and……

"Left and right, left and right..." Nioh's eyes turned left and right, his face suddenly smiled slyly, "It's a synchronized movement, do you want to interfere with me?"

He hummed softly in his heart, but the movement of his hands kept on.

Snapped!

He lifted his left hand and made a jerky fish.

The tennis ball pulled out a graceful arc and passed the heads of the opposite brothers.

If you lob the ball, you don't need to think about so many things at all, and...

"This height?"

"No problem, look at me!"

There was no need for communication at all, Rooney stalled, and then came an amazing turnback.

Tatata!

His footsteps almost turned into an afterimage, and his dirty braids didn't seem to stop for a moment.

"Hoh!"

When he got up and jumped, he flew into the sky, seeming to cover up the light projected from a distance.

Bang!

The tennis ball came down to the front court with the shortest distance.

"Fuji..."

"Tezuka" raised his eyes lightly, with a hint of smile in it.

The ball just now was just a stage prepared for Fudo.

Brush it!

The figure in the red and white uniform on the front court smiled slightly.

Fuji seemed to hear Tezuka's heartfelt voice, raising his head just for a glance, the next moment his body flashed towards a certain point at a high speed, and his footsteps caused his body to twist.

"This is, the unicorn has landed!"

Fuji squatted, holding the handle of the racket with both hands.

The moment the tennis ball fell into the net, he lifted his arms!

Crackling!

Like a blue and white light, the tennis ball exploded near the bottom line on the opposite side.

"Game, Fujisuke, Nioh Masaharu, 3-3!"

In the stands, Feng Chang Taro could see that "Tezuka Kunomitsu" and Fuji Zhousuke seemed to have undergone some changes.

"Both of them suddenly became so powerful..."

He opened his mouth and said softly.

On the side, Shioto Ryo squinted his eyes and sighed in a deep voice: "That's trust. The two people have become different from this round."

"Um."

Feng Chang Taro nodded, a throbbing in his heart could not help. What Shioto Ryo said just now was in his heart.

"Accurately speaking, the play style of Fujitsu has changed."

Shido Ryo thought for a while, and said again: "He has begun to truly accept the reality of Tezuka's existence."

If it was said that Tezuka's appearance at the beginning made Fuji a little bit of resistance in addition to excitement, then he is now accustomed, even breaking through his own thoughts.

Tezuka has always been his best friend along the way.

"The Minister of Qingxue is really a powerful person." Feng Chang Taro muttered.

"No." Shaking his head, Xiang Riyue suddenly interjected and laughed: "You should say that Nioh Masaharu is a powerful character."

The Bingdi all smiled at Xiangri's ridicule. But thinking about it carefully, what he said is also very reasonable.

If Nioh Masaharu can continue to expand this ability, then his opponent...

Thinking of this, everyone in the Ice Emperor was a little dumbfounded. You know, they have always been Li Haida's biggest opponent.

The other side.

The stadium seemed to be a performance stage for Fuji Shusuke and Tezuka Kunimitsu.

Tezuka's tennis system and Fuji's six-fold counterattack are almost perfectly intertwined.

When he gets to the back, Nioh can even control the field with his hand mound.

After he created the opportunity, Fuji launched a fatal blow.

"This feeling is really peculiar!"

With his head down, Fuji slowly pressed the tennis ball twice in the backcourt.

He has never played doubles with Tezuka before, and this is the first time he has discovered that the two have such an affinity.

"But... I have changed more than that!"

Snapped!

Fuji reached out his hand to hold the last rebound of the tennis ball and looked at the back in front of him. There were memories flashing in his eyes, and they all turned into firmness in the end.

"call……"

Closed his eyes and sucked lightly, Fuji raised his hand and threw the ball upwards.

"The Song of Wind...Sakura."

Huh.

The azure blue eyes lit up.

Fuji's arm twitched horizontally at the moment the tennis ball fell in front of him.

Falling Sakura is colorful and lightly scattered.

"It's really beautiful!"

Hopkins on the sidelines seemed to see the beautiful Sakura flowers scattered, and his eyes were a little intoxicated.

This gorgeous style of tennis was something he had rarely encountered before.

"His tennis is unconventional and unrestricted at all."

This time, even Reinhardt gave a sincere compliment.

Patter...

It wasn't until the tennis ball rolled off the wall of the backcourt that Rooney came back to his senses with some horror.

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