Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

Boom, boom, boom...

On the backcourt service line, the tennis ball is being pressed forcefully by Singh.

Each sound is like a drum beat, striking the hearts of the audience outside the stadium.

"You can have this kind of aura..."

There were many Jiajifeng who had already returned to the side of the court, and was slightly surprised, "The opponent looks quite difficult!"

Uncontrollably, his heart suddenly felt a little more worried about Yukimura.

He was also born in the middle school affiliated to Lihai University, so he naturally has a certain degree of concern for his younger generation.

"Senior Jiaji." Yajiu Mitsuya pushed his glasses, and said, "The opponent is the No. 2 player of the Indian team. He is called the Lion Singh here."

"Lion?"

Mitsuya's words gave everyone a hint of association, and when their eyes fell on Singer again, they couldn't help but nod their heads.

That anger and unrelenting power really resembled a lion guarding the territory.

"His style of play is also that rough and wild type?" Jiajifeng asked Mitsuya who was beside him, tilting his head.

In terms of intelligence gathering ability, he is far inferior to his former junior.

Mitsuya Yajiu shook his head, "On the contrary, although his aura is very rough and bold, his technique is quite delicate."

"It is precisely because of this somewhat contradictory tennis path that his tennis is highly regarded by some people, but it is not worth mentioning by some people."

Sounds interesting?

Mitsuya Yajiudou's words did not dispel everyone's doubts, but instead made the Neon team more interested.

Lion's momentum and delicate technique.

This combination of seemingly irrelevant words allowed them to watch the game more concentratedly.

...

Bang!

A golden light flashed, and the tennis ball shot from Singer's racket.

The hissing cyclone circulates.

The tennis ball was precisely behind the corner of the hairpin, and immediately bounced up high.

"What a fierce topspin!"

Yukimura's expression turned a little, and he immediately took a half step back with his left foot.

This is the first time he has seen it at such a fast speed and a tricky topspin serve.

Snapped!

Between the swing of his arms, the racket was cut out parallel to his line of sight.

Yukimura turned his wrist and used a cutting ball directly and skillfully to resolve this very dangerous assault.

"Hey-hey!"

However, the next moment, a rough and strong figure appeared on the path of the tennis ball.

Singh's mouth pierced, and there was a somewhat successful laugh in his throat, his arm suddenly lifted, and his aura rose again.

Click!

Unexpectedly.

Just when Yukimura was ready to meet his fierce offensive, he lowered his racket and gently sent the tennis ball across the net.

Almost wiping the white edge of the net, the tennis ball slammed the second time and fell more quickly to Yukimura's front court.

"Barry Singh scored, 15-0!"

...

"Is this a fake?"

Hakamada Izo opened his mouth, and a surprised expression appeared on his face.

To be honest, even he thought that the opponent would attack fiercely.

However, it turned out to be an extremely smart short ball!

This situation is like downloading the data with expectation, but after opening it, it is found that the name and the content are completely inconsistent.

It's not that the content is bad, but the psychological gap will give people an extremely negative feedback.

"I'm afraid... it's not just a fake action."

The shirt squinted his eyes and observed the game on the court.

He found that every time the aura on the other side changed, Yukimura's body, or his eyes, would stop briefly.

"His senses were deceived," Mitsuya pondered for a moment, and a gleam of light flashed on the smooth lenses. "Yukimura's cerebral cortex was the first to contact the signal that the other side wanted to launch a fierce attack, and then his body made it unconsciously. Adjustment, but this in itself is a scam by the other party."

"It feels much faster than vision, and the other side used such a method, which caused this peculiar phenomenon like hell time difference."

"In this way, isn't his current situation very dangerous."

There was a sharp flash in Jiaji Fengdo's eyes.

"not necessarily!"

Tanjima Shuji said unhurriedly.

Because of the expedition, Kaji Kaze had never seen the true strength of Komura Seiichi during the shuffle game before, so naturally there would be worries and doubts in this regard.

"Heh... Kaji, you must remember that this is the venue of the World Championship."

-Kundao Yudou opened his five fingers slightly, flipped his hair on one side back, and said coldly.

Although the opponent won his place, it seems that this kind of awareness is far from enough.

On the field.

For a full twenty minutes, Yukimura not only lost a point, but was also directly broken, and the right to serve came to the opposite hand of Barry Singh.

Da Da, Da Da...

Tennis touches the ground.

Singer looked at Yukimura's eyes with a hint of mockery.

"Sure enough, it's still too young."

He shook his head slightly in his heart. Yukimura's inadequate experience in the competition was revealed to the fullest just at the beginning.

"As long as we win this game, then no matter what, we all have a chance to give it a go."

Thinking of Sharma's worries before, Singh strengthened his conviction and threw the ball high above his head.

In the next moment, his unbridled arm slammed downward.

Bang!

A fierce cyclone gushes at the edge of the tennis ball, and the pale yellow light and shadow once again accurately pressed against Yukimura's backhand side.

"It's faster."

Yukimura took a screen of breath, trying to adjust his physical state, he knew that the last thing he shouldn't be impatient.

"But that kind of strange change..."

Yukimura's center of gravity sank, and he pulled the racket to his side with his backhand, aimed at the fiercely bounced tennis ball, and pressed it hard!

The strange change in the opponent's momentum has gradually made him understand the situation.

"Hahaha!"

There was another burst of laughter.

Singh's body flickered, his footsteps were agile, and he had a strong explosive ability in short distances.

The wrist is just a flip, and the racket traverses a trajectory like summer flowers in his hand.

The momentum on his body also spewed out at this moment.

"here we go again!"

After accumulating little and more, Yukimura finally discovered this mysterious spiritual invasion.

"So where is the ball?" Yukimura concentrated, focusing all his attention on the tennis, "caught it!"

The purple intent in his eyes flashed, and his body quickly ran towards the high-speed chip.

And the opposite.

A smile appeared on Singer's face, "Did you finally find it? I thought you would have to wait two more games."

Yukimura didn't reply.

Only his face seriously raised the racket behind him.

Bah!

His footsteps made a clear mark on the court, and Yukimura's body abruptly stopped at the top of the tennis ball.

Bang!

With the inertia of the sprint, the tennis ball made a dull sound on his racket.

Whizzing!

The floating white light is quietly hidden in the high-speed tennis ball.

"interesting?!"

After the combination of spirit and aura, Singh was keenly aware of the danger contained in tennis.

His body ran forward, and the racket in his hand stretched out towards the tennis ball not far away.

With a confident smile on Yukimura's face, he said in his heart: "You're done!"

His spiritual touch, even the Grandmaster and the spirit of the river play a lot, also gave a very high evaluation.

However, the next moment he frowned, with a trace of doubt on his face.

"Is that intentional or a mistake?"

There was a bang.

The tennis ball crashed into the border of Singer's racket and then flew out of the court.

"0-15!"

"Tsk, it's a pity."

After the referee announced the score, Singh stood up straight, his fingers spread in the net, and a regretful expression appeared on his face.

As if the ball just now was really his mistake.

Shaking his head full of fluffy curly hair, he took out a tennis ball from Kabuto pants and calmly walked to his back court line.

But at the moment he turned around, no one noticed that a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "That's it!"

He had already figured out most of Yukimura's dangerous methods just now.

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