Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

"Then let us start the second phase!"

Singh took a deep breath and threw the tennis ball in his hand upwards.

His body relaxed and stretched, and at the same time, the racket in his hand was slammed out at the right time.

Bang!

The tennis ball roared, and the air waves flying from the edge surged towards Yukimura.

This ball feels a little different again.

Yukimura furrowed his brows slightly, sinking his mind, and decided to deal with the leaping tennis ball.

Snapped!

The racket in his hand was precisely inserted horizontally on the trajectory of the tennis ball.

Calm as a mountain.

A tennis ball with powerful potential can't shake his arm.

"Try this again!"

In the depths of Yukimura's eyes, purple meaning flickered faintly.

"Yukimura is about to fight back!"

Tezuka's face shook slightly. Until today, he has enough confidence to contend with surviving these weird mental power moves.

The seamless limit not only complements his shortcomings in this area, but also allows him to improve his tennis system while entering the world level.

Feeling the same sense of crisis as the last ball, Singer showed a treacherous smile on his face.

"You got Fooled!"

As soon as his voice fell, his body seemed to be violent, and a powerful aura spewed out, his fluffy curly hair wafted wantonly, and his original raised eyes were even more staring like a pair of copper bells.

"Ho, get me back!"

Singh roared like a lion.

The racket in his hand stirred the air, and it seemed that the feeling of stagnation, but it made people feel frightened.

then!

boom! !

For the first time, the rising smoke and dust rippled on the court of this game.

Yukimura only felt that the sound waves continued to spread from the opposite side, and the sound of "Get me back" kept echoing in his ears, and his body froze in a daze.

"not good!"

For the Neon team, Hakamada Izo exclaimed.

The faint shadow of the lion face that appeared on the racket directly shook the spirit and will of Yukimura attached to the tennis ball.

This time, Tanjima Shuji also narrowed his eyes, with a trace of solemnity in his eyes.

"The Indian team..."

Compared to the South Korean team and the Thai team, some of the performances of the Indian team are almost the same as those of the Australian team.

"What to do, do you want to stop the game?"

Kaji Kaze asked Tanjima Shuji with a condensed voice.

Now the stadium is covered by smoke and dust, and they can't judge the specific situation for a while. But they all know that they cannot allow junior high school students like Yukimura to be seriously injured here.

They are the future after neon!

"Calm down, Kaji." Shuji Tanjima stood up straight, raised his left hand, turned his head and sneered coldly, "You have to have confidence in the younger generations of us!"

"If there is no experience, then what is the significance of their participation in the expedition."

Tanjima Osamu had a majestic tone, and for the first time demonstrated his power as a leader in front of everyone.

Kaji Kaze shook his body, and then turned his head to look in the direction of Yuu Yu and Tezuka Kunimitsu. As a result, he found that the other two who were partners were much calmer than his predecessor.

"I see, I am impatient."

He spit out a suffocating breath, and Jiazhi Fengduo calmed down his mood slowly.

"Jiaji take it easy, I remember your temperament is not like this." Da Qu Longci took a step forward and patted the latter on the shoulder.

"Senior Kaji don't worry, Yukimura won't fall so easily."

Just when Jiaji Fengdu wanted to say something with a wry smile, Shang Shan Yu's words floated into his ears.

"Although the opponent's strength is a bit unexpected, Yukimura-san is not such a simple character."

Tezuka's voice was not loud, but it was unusually firm. He and Shang Shan Yu naturally trust Yukimura very much.

"It seems that I need to do more detailed information collection in the future."

In the end, Mitsuya Yajiu made some self-deprecating words, which resolved the slightly heavy atmosphere of everyone.

...

The smoke cleared, and the two figures on the court slowly appeared.

"fine!"

Everyone on the Neon team was relieved.

Except for a piece of turf that was thrown off beside Yukimura, his whole person is still intact.

"so close!"

Yukimura raised his slightly apathetic eyes, and there was a trace of palpitations in his heart.

At the critical moment, he forcibly deprived his five senses and entered a zero-sense state. Relying on his extreme concentration on tennis, he avoided this very dangerous ball.

"And..." Yukimura looked up at Singh, who was carrying a racket on the opposite side, and his domineering aura was full, and he whispered coldly in his heart: "Even the previous state is actually just an appearance."

How treacherous opponents in the world match.

The ball just now has undoubtedly sounded a wake-up call in his heart.

It is no longer the kind of competition that slowly raises the cards in Neon. In the World Championship, everyone will seize the opportunity and strive to get the point they should get.

Perhaps...this is the rhythm of international competitions.

Opposite, Singh sighed a pity.

Originally, he wanted to take advantage of that lucky moment when Yumura was making a move to further smash all the hopes of Yumura, but he did not expect to let Yumura hide in the past.

"But, that's not bad!"

Looking at Yukimura who was feeling lingering on the other side, he grinned and laughed.

When facing such a newcomer, facing this kind of blow, it is basically impossible to restore any rhythm.

"So next, the lion will patrol its territory!"

He smiled and swung down the racket in his hand boldly again.

Bang!

Bang!

The two sides had another fierce collision.

Thirty minutes later.

"Boy, I said, your soft mental moves are useless to me!"

Singh suppressed Yukimura's momentum with a low drink, while rushing in the direction of tennis.

After being familiar with the intensity of the game, Yukimura, who was in a state of zero sense, gradually played some tennis that made him feel uncomfortable.

but……

"The roar of the Brahma Lion!"

There was a low growl from Singh's throat, and the surface of the swinging racket revealed the lion face phantom that had appeared before.

Boom!

The tennis ball lifted up a lot of debris and flew out almost wiping Yukimura's body.

"Game, Barry Singh, 6-1!"

The referee's excitement sounded.

In this singles three game, the Indian team almost crushed and won the first set.

At the same time, huge cheers rang out instantly.

"Lion King! Lion King!"

"Singer! Singer!"

Standing at the end of the character, he glanced arrogantly at Yukimura who was very embarrassed, and walked off the scene amidst such cheers.

"How is it, okay?"

"I'm fine."

Yukimura took the towel and sports drink from Tanjima Shuji, and responded with a soft expression.

Although his clothes were stained with crumbs and dust, the purple eyes that resembled the stars became brighter and brighter.

"It seems you have a countermeasure."

Tanjima Shuji put his arms around his chest, with a hint of teasing in his tone.

Seeing the other's relaxed expression, Yukimura felt a little surprised, "Does senior believe me so?"

Tanjima Shuji smiled and said: It's not that I believe in you, but we all believe in you. "

As he said, his thumb was raised and pointed behind him.

Yukimura looked over.

It turned out that as Shuji Tanjima said, everyone's eyes fell on him expectantly.

"It really is……"

Yukimura gently responded with a smile from everyone, and his heart was indeed touched at this moment.

The three-minute break passed in a flash.

Yukimura and Singh returned to the court almost at the same time.

Similar to the first game, there is still a gleam of light in the eyes of the two, which is a kind of light that is absolutely confident in their own strength.

"Boy, good will!"

At this time, Singh also praised Yukimura.

As a newcomer to the World Championship, the opponent hasn't been overwhelmed by his strength yet, and he really needs a certain tenacity.

In response, Yukimura just smiled without saying a word.

This kind of praise from the other party is indeed a kind of surplus from the winner to the loser.

The surplus of mercy!

Bang!

Yukimura held his breath, and the tennis ball exploded from his racket at high speed.

Bang!

Bang!

It was another round of pairing.

Yukimura's eyes were slightly apathetic, and when a reflection of the tennis ball appeared in his eyes, his body quickly flashed to the side in front of the net.

"Want to change the tempo and start a fast break?"

On the opposite side of the court, Singh seemed to see at a glance the offensive that Yukimura was about to launch.

An almost solid aura spread from his body, and he followed Yukimura and pressed towards the net.

"Snapped!"

Yukimura's racket lowered everything, and the galloping tennis ball was cleverly cut through the net by him.

Click.

The tennis ball accurately rubbed the white edge of the middle net.

Wipe the net and put a short ball?

Seeing this very similar scene, Singh's face changed slightly, and his body almost moved a little faster at this moment.

"I'm not the same as you!"

Singh and Yukimura staggered in the middle of the net for a moment, and after seeing the bright purple meaning, he smiled coldly.

Bang!

He vibrated his arm and picked it hard.

The tennis ball went over Yukimura's head and pulled out a high parabola.

Boom!

The ground trembled slightly, and the tennis ball crashed and landed near Yukimura's bottom line.

"15-0!"

"Haha, you are a bit too tender."

Singer saw Yukimura's face that could no longer be stretched, and couldn't help but laugh again.

...

Bang!

"Game, Barry Singh, 1-0!"

...

Bang!

"Game, Barry Singh, 2-0!"

...

Bang!

"Game, Barry Singh, 5-0!"

...

"It's over, kid!"

Singh played more and more smoothly, just feeling extremely happy in his heart.

The language is complete.

The tennis ball fell from his hands.

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