Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

"The strength of this American team is even more terrifying than imagined."

Liu Lian Erxu squinted her eyes and stared at the court.

On the side, Marui Fumi too blew the bubbles in his mouth, and some sighed: "The two doubles of the US team are very strong."

Whether it's the same tune in the previous game, or just being able to hit so many precise press shots in a row, the opponent's strength is enough to show Madara.

"That little man is also terrifying, and his agility is not weaker than that of Eiji Kikumaru."

The Jackal Sangyuan's face was solemn.

Sure enough, this selection was not that simple from the beginning.

Liu Lian's eyes turned to the neon team's camp. He had such a guess when there were more Iriegami.

But it wasn't until the West Blue shore team of the United States showed such strength that he confirmed that idea in his mind.

ten minutes later.

"Hey, why hasn't the game started yet?"

The audience on the sidelines and everyone on the Neon team had a lot of doubts.

Not long.

A staff member of the stadium came over from behind.

"Sorry, the US team has asked for an application to replace the players."

As soon as he walked over, the staff member took off his hat and bowed to them.

"The player in their singles No. 3 seems to have a physical problem, so they need to use a substitute to play."

The staff member explained.

Iriezauduo frowned slightly, and couldn't help but glance at the figure in the American team's position on the opposite side.

What the hell are you doing again?

opposite.

Reinhardt sat down in the chair with a faint smile on his lips.

"Edgar, it's time for you to play."

With his eyes lightly lifted, Reinhardt said calmly.

"Yes, I will win!"

Edgar got up, his face seriously looked at Reinhardt behind him, a sharp light flashed in his eyes.

He has made it clear that he will be selected for the U17 training camp next year. But his ambition was more than that, so when faced with Reinhardt's invitation, he agreed without hesitation.

This game is not only a meeting ceremony he dedicated to Reinhardt, but also a stage for him to show his abilities.

Seeing Edgar's self-confident appearance, the rest of the American team looked at him a little enviously.

Can be directly recognized by the U17 representative team leader, then Aiedgar's future tennis road will be smooth, but at least it is much higher than their starting point.

"Next, the third round of the game is about to start. The Neon Kanto team Akutsuren will face the West Blue Coast team of the United States, Edgar Ken."

"Please be prepared for both players."

The belated broadcast sound once again evoked the cheers of the off-site audience.

Before the net.

Ajujin raised his eyebrows and looked at the blond man in front of him with a bad look, "So you are just a substitute."

The arrogant look caused Edgar's blue veins to jump slightly on his forehead.

"Very good, I hope you can be as strong as your tone."

Edgar glared back at Akutsu, and said unwillingly.

"Ha ha……"

Ajujin smiled coldly, and then made a throat cut with his palm on his neck, "Just try it!"

The game has not even started, and the smell of gunpowder between the two has spread to the sidelines.

"This junior high school student of the Neon team feels different from the others. It feels so arrogant."

Many people in the US team frowned slightly, and Yajujin's current appearance really made them unable to get a good impression.

You know, many of them have also gone out for exchange competitions, and no one from any country has dared to provoke them so much.

"Huh, then guess what!"

Edgar was leaning on the racket with two fingers, not wanting to engage in any more rhetoric.

Ajuzin is a talent that Reinhardt looks at, and he naturally wouldn't take anything lightly.

"It seems... the other party didn't mean to be fooled at all."

On the sidelines, Sanada Genichiro was a little surprised.

"Isn't the previous game proven?" Trace Department folded his arms and smiled coldly. "From the other side's mentality, it's not the little characters we've encountered before."

Trace Department was right.

The members who can be selected by Reinhardt this time will naturally not be those without brains.

Ajiuzin originally wanted to put a face to face, but the performance of the opponent made his heart more vigilant.

An angry opponent is not terrible, but a powerful and calm opponent.

"At the beginning of the game, Edgar Ken, the US West Blue shore team, served, and the game ended!"

On the high chair, the referee said loudly.

"Boy, take out all your strengths, otherwise..."

Standing on the bottom line, Edgar's mouth curled up, and the short blond hair shone with a different kind of light.

Bang!

The voice fell.

Edgar's arm line appeared and he shot the ball out of midair.

"Oh, arrogant!"

Ajiuzin's eyes flickered. Although he admitted that Edgar's serve was indeed powerful, it was not enough to make him feel the unmatched danger.

"Just let you see my tennis ball!"

Yajuzin advocates offense, and his tennis style is never passive waiting for the opponent to make a shot.

Bang!

One step across, Ajiujin raised his arm and waved abruptly.

The tennis ball seemed to be hit by a discus, compressed into a long shuttle shape, and a circular gas ring was directly exploded on the net.

at the same time.

His body is low and low, and his pale golden eyes are like cheetahs, staring at the movements of Edgar on the opposite side.

"This ball..."

Off the court, the United States looked solemn to everyone.

Ajujin's shot didn't use too many skills, but this pure strength and speed gave people a great sense of oppression.

"His body has become even better."

Hopkins, who has the title of a doctor, sat upright and stared at Ajiuzin's squatting body with scorching eyes.

"That's why I chose Edgar."

Reinhardt smiled confidently.

"Tattoo..."

On the court, Edgar hummed lightly, without a trace of fear on his face, leaning directly towards the tennis ball.

Offense is exactly what he is good at!

It was almost two steps, he moved directly above the tennis ball and lifted the racket in his hand accordingly.

Bang!

A burst of sound, like a huge muffled thunder.

The audience outside the venue was shocked.

This ball not only shook the rotation and strength of the tennis ball directly, but also shot at Akutsu's foot with a fierce wind.

"Strike with strength." Sanada's pupils shook slightly, "The opponent is also playing with pure physical fitness."

"Oh, that's interesting, is he provoking the beast?"

Iriezaduo gently pushed his glasses, a deep smile in his dark orange eyes.

No matter what Reinhardt's purpose is, but this time he did bring a good opponent to this group of young people.

Bang!

Bang!

Fierce fighting continues on both sides.

Smoke and dust are everywhere on this refined court.

The audience on the sidelines may have too many details to see clearly, but they only feel that every shot of the tennis balls of these two people is like a blow to their atria.

The momentum was heavy and muffled.

"Unexpectedly, it can completely follow my movements, and his reaction is nerve..."

A thought flashed in his eyes during the interval between turning back and running.

He has hit the ball in the opposite direction of the opponent's movement several times, but Edgar can easily get it back every time.

and……

Bang!

Feeling the tremor from the filming network, Akujin knew that he couldn't wait any longer.

Snapped!

With a sudden turn of the wrist, the tennis ball slid a short distance on the net, and then was directly picked and flew back.

The tennis ball was very precise, pressing firmly on the bottom corner of the other side of Edgar, and the fierce rotation made the tennis ball bounce up almost 90 degrees.

"It's a beautiful arc."

A satisfied smile appeared on the face of Trace Department.

If anyone regards Ajiujin as a brainless beast, then he will definitely suffer a big loss.

After so much training and training, his sharp teeth and claws have already been armed.

From the previous banana leaf ball, to the American topspin, and now to the irregular smash, Ajutsu has already walked a long way on this road.

Edgar's footsteps stopped halfway, and when he saw this scene, his eyes flashed with surprise.

"I still underestimated you."

Edgar raised his eyes.

But he only saw the back of Ajujin turning around.

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