Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

"Singh, what the hell is going on?!"

On the Indian team's side, all the players looked at Barry Singh on the court with dumbfounded expressions.

From the second ball of the first game just now, the situation on the court has developed in a weird direction.

The match between the two is still very exciting.

However, when Singer faced the kid from the Neon team, he made continuous mistakes.

Obviously the score has fallen behind by a large margin, but he laughs wildly from time to time, as if it wasn't him who lost the point just now.

"Something's wrong!"

Sharma's empty eyes became very dignified, and he saw that Singh's momentum had undergone a strange change.

This is also a trick of some kind of mental power? !

Sharma awakened suddenly in his heart, this kind of silent method of moisturizing things was more brilliant than the spirit and method before them.

Bang!

"Game, Seiichi Komura, 6-0!"

"The second set is over, the score is 1 to 1."

Along with Yukimura's smashing down, the second set of the game came to an end quietly.

"Why does Yukimura's moves look so weird?"

Hakamada Izo looked at Yukimura simply, playing six games in a row in more than 30 minutes, and couldn't help being a little bit stunned.

Tanjima Shuji put his arms around his chest, a smile of interest appeared on his face, "It has always been like this with the spirit."

Those players who use pure mental power as their main path often have some unimaginable moves.

"However, the head of the opposing Indian team should have also discovered the problem."

A light flashed in Duke's tiny eyes. That gentle boy named Sharma was even mentioned by Byodoin Phoenix.

The opponent's eyes that can see through most of his abilities are really daunting.

Sure enough, there was a break between the courts.

"Singer!"

A very charming call, slowly rippling in Barry Singh's heart.

Some of his out-of-focus eyes slowly recovered, and Singer suddenly gasped for breath, his dark eyes had shrunk into the size of a soybean.

His heart rate was imbalanced, his face was pale with piercing pain, and fine cold sweat broke out on his temples and forehead.

Singh only felt cold in his limbs, and he did not dare to look into the eyes of the figure on the opposite side of the court for a while.

He glanced at the scoreboard on the side of the court, and his face suddenly became gloomy.

"All that was just my imagination?" Singh recalled his mind. He scored points after another with great joy, and suddenly felt that goosebumps were coming from the tail vertebrae to the sky.

"What a terrible kid!" He cursed in a low voice.

All that happened just now is too real, originally he was about to accept the cheers of this stadium in the next moment.

"Sharma, thanks a lot!"

Singh turned around and thanked his captain. He knew that if he was himself, he might never be able to escape from that illusory dream.

Sharma didn't say anything, but nodded calmly, "Playing with peace of mind, everyone in the Neon team is not easy."

"I see!"

Singh calmed down, squeezed the racket in his hand, and then walked up to the court.

The two faced each other again.

But this time, Singh did not say much more.

How arrogant the last game was, then how embarrassing the score just now was, and he ruined a game in less than forty minutes.

The ball is exchanged and Singh serves.

call!

Taking a breath, he calmed down his emotions, feeling his heart beating like a drum, and the fierce aura on his body burst out again in the next moment.

Bang!

With a short whistle, the audience outside seemed to have seen the undefeated lion figure on Singer again.

"Singh is fully recovered!"

On this side of India, there were joyful smiles on everyone's faces.

Putting aside the others, they believed that Singh, who had a vigilant heart, would definitely not be the opponent on the other side.

And the other side of the court.

Yukimura squinted his eyes slightly, with a calm smile on his face, "In this way, the last condition is fulfilled."

He moaned in his heart.

Yukimura raised the racket, the purple in his eyes flickered wildly!

His figure flashed to the backhand side and came directly to the top of the tennis ball.

"coming!"

Jackie looked at him intently, and what Yukumura was good at was never the embryonic form of this newly developed dreamland.

All of the previous ones are just paving the way for the next third layer of traps.

I saw Yukimura straddling back and forth, and the racket in his hand stretched out in midair at high speed.

Suddenly, the light purple afterimage faintly appeared.

"call out!!"

The tennis ball left a trail of air waves in the air like a bullet.

Bang!

The world is quiet.

Singh only felt black in front of his eyes and buzzing in his ears. The racket in his hand subconsciously aimed at the tennis ball bounced from the side of his foot and swung it up.

"..."

The tennis hits the net, but his face is pale.

As if deprived of everything, he couldn't even feel whether he had actually received the ball.

A dark and silent world shrouded.

Singh's body was frightened backwards.

Bang!

The tennis ball flew high like a home run.

"0-15!"

The referee only felt inexplicable.

Similarly, everyone in the Indian team only felt inexplicable.

Singh...what's wrong with this?

Still less than forty minutes, Yukimura once again played six consecutive games and won the third set.

Even during this period, Sharma awakened Singh again.

But Yukimura had already planted all sorts of foreshadowings in the second set. Barry Singh had been unknowingly suffering from the symptoms of yips since that time.

Looking at Barry Singh, who was trembling and kneeling on the ground, the referee glanced over his head unbearably, "The singles No. 3 game is over. In the end, the neon representative team Komura Seiichi won, the set number was 2 to 1!"

The referee's voice echoed on the court for a long time, but this time no one called the name of Lion Singh.

The Lion King they were so proud of was ultimately defeated by a smaller peer, and it was still in the field they were best at.

"The Neon Team..."

Sharma was a little lost, her expression very complicated.

He originally thought that this lineup would be their best chance, but he didn't expect it to end like this.

As for the remaining two games.

Thinking of the name of Neon Singles No. 2 in his mind, the corners of his mouth twitched helplessly, and he sighed.

...

the next day.

The central lobby of the New Delhi International Hotel.

Yushang Yuu and the other team members bid farewell to Tanjima Shuji who was going to take a boat in advance.

This time the expedition points match will come to an end temporarily, and they have achieved a perfect record of 4 wins and 0 losses.

If this news is not unexpected, it will reach Europe soon.

Now in the past two years, with the rise of neon tennis, the tennis powers on the European side have paid more and more attention to the performance of the neon team in international competitions.

In the last session, the Neon team reached the quarterfinals as a dark horse, which really surprised many people.

Now less than a year before the next World Cup, Byodoin Phoenix and Oni Jujiro are more active all over the world.

The performance of the Neon team in the next points match will undoubtedly be the focus of attention of various countries.

Of course, this hidden undercurrent has nothing to do with them.

Three days after seeing off Tanjima Shuji, they also embarked on a plane back to Neon Tokyo in New Delhi.

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