Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

With his hands hanging down naturally, the frame of the racket was almost close to the ground.

"Do you think you are good at yourself?" Ajujin bowed his back, his voice a little hoarse, "You fellow!"

His head was slanted, and a pair of scarlet eyes stared at Edgar on the opposite side of the net.

At some point, the bloody breath on his body began to roll again.

"Haha, are you irritated?"

Edgar smiled disapprovingly. Slowly walked back to his backcourt, ready to catch the ball.

Ajiuzin came to the service line silently, and he picked up a tennis ball again in his hand.

"Give me to die!"

Bang!

A low growl.

The racket in his hand was like a halberd, slapped the ball hard.

The bitter red blood blade pierced the sky, even if you just felt the breath, it would make people shudder.

"It is enough to show your physical talent to be able to catch my ball without being injured." Edgar raised his eyes and said to the opposite Ya alcohol: "But...our gap cannot be made up by anger alone! "

Tatata!

Edgar moved with a chuckle at the corner of his mouth. Like the previous ball, the racket in his hand slammed into the red air blade.

Bang!

The tennis ball seemed to be stuck in a quagmire.

The next moment, a deep black light drew a ribbon with a different color on the court again.

"here we go again!"

On the side, everyone in the Neon team was shocked. This time no one dared to look down upon this unremarkable goal.

Who could have imagined that this seemingly simple blow has almost seven or eight times the power of the limit.

"Ajutsu!"

Seeing the blood-colored figure rushing up again desperately, everyone's eyes shrank.

Boom!

With a muffled sound, Ajiuzin flew directly upside down this time and fell to the ground.

"Ho ho ho..."

Ajiuzin clenched his teeth to prop up his body and slowly got up from the ground. He let out a weird smile, "Come, come again!"

See this scene.

Everyone on the U.S. team was startled, their mouths could not help but whispered: "Is he a monster?"

Just now Edgar's smashing ball was only strong or not weak compared to the previous one, but Ajutsu stood up again.

"And..." Shelda's face became solemn, "This time he didn't even drop the racket in his hand."

Bang!

"40-0!"

...

Bang!

"Game, Edgar Ken, 4-2!"

Ajutsu was broken, and the situation immediately tilted towards the US team.

"Ah, it's over." Kikumaru rubbed his hair a little irritably, "That kind of black light ball that doesn't know anything can't be broken at all."

Not far from him, Qian Zhenzhi was also lost in thought.

"Takabe," Sanada asked in a deep voice, looking at the person beside him, "Did you see any clues?"

"Hey, the uncle of that guy's blind spot can see clearly."

Trace Department put down the fingers on his face, holding his breath and concentrating.

"Is that so..."

Sanada turned his head, but there was a strange feeling in his heart. He always felt that the dark glow on the opposite side was similar to the bloody breath of Akutsu.

"Next will be the opposite serve, will Ajutsu..."

In the stands, Feng Chang Taro hadn't finished speaking, but the other people in the Ice Emperor knew that kind of worry.

"With Ajutsu's character, he will never back down."

Shiido Ryo clenched his fists.

The Ajutsu he knows has never retreated on the court.

Just when everyone was caught in their worries about Ajujin, there were only three people on the court, and all of them showed interest in their faces.

The long face in the middle of Hopkins smiled brighter and brighter.

"If I'm not mistaken, he should be using Edgar's aura to condense his aura."

"His sense of movement is indeed very good, almost accurately found the key points on the court."

Reinhardt looked at Ajujin who was squatting in the backcourt, and smiled slightly.

Opposite the court.

"You haven't given up yet?" Edgar looked at Ajutsu whose breath had become silent, and smiled in his heart, "In that case..."

Snapped!

The palm of his hand took the tennis ball that had rebounded from the ground, and his arm threw it upward.

"Go!"

Set one's mind in mind.

The next second, with a bang, the tennis ball was wrapped in a black gloom and slipped across the court silently.

Before the tennis ball hits the ground, heavy pressure is coming.

But this time.

Ajutsu raised his apathetic pale yellow eyes, twisted the muscles on his feet, and ran towards the direction of the tennis ball.

呲...

A moment of footsteps.

The bounced black light came into view, as if to swallow him completely.

Ajutsu squatted down and sank.

His body was full of heat, and the air around his body seemed to be twisted.

"Come on, this is the state I was in when I was sparring."

Sanada's face was slightly startled.

Akutsu, who has stepped into his intuition, is using his full potential body more efficiently.

Huh!

The arm brought out an afterimage in midair.

Almost a strong bloody breath surfaced on his face.

"Get me back!"

Ajujin's eyes widened, and he roared in his heart.

Bang!

There was a loud bang.

Smoke and dust rolled, and a strong wind broke out suddenly at this moment.

The audience in the front row couldn't help but shrink their heads, raising their hands to block them.

This time, Ajujin did not fall.

Like a reef standing by the sea, Ajujin's feet slid back a few centimeters, but his body stood firmly on the spot.

"How can this be?"

In the US team position, Shelda looked at the blood-red figure in disbelief.

At this time, Ajujin's neck was already looming with blue veins, and it looked particularly hideous against the dark red skin.

In the middle of the racket, the dark light slowly dissipated the blood-red breath, but it was constantly entangled by the new blood-red breath.

Until a bright light like amber appeared on Ajujin's racket.

"That's how it feels!"

Ajutsu couldn't help flashing the figure of the man in his mind. This was the same feeling that he had when his shirt was pulling him through multiple shots.

"This is also the last time I will coach you as a coach."

I remembered the words that the man said jokingly when he was standing in front of the tee machine.

The corner of his mouth was hooked, and his arm suddenly pressed forward.

A solid, bloody streamer instantly exploded on the court.

"Unexpectedly... really hit it back!?"

Seeing the huge smoke rising from Edgar's backcourt, everyone on the American team fell into silence.

In the seat, Hopkins felt a bit dry in his throat, "He did it."

"Um."

Reinhardt simply responded, but there was also a wave of joy in his heart.

"It turned out to be touched by the sweet spot technique of tennis."

Reinhardt's gaze was startled, "Moreover, compared to Edgar's tennis ball, which has no will attached, even his will is directly contained in it."

There was a hint of enthusiasm in his eyes, and Ajujin's current status in his heart suddenly increased by several times.

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