Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

The three of them walked out from the dazzling white light, and then heard the slamming door shut behind them.

Tezuka and Yukimura's palms lie above their eyebrows and let their eyes soothe for a while before they slowly adapt.

The two men fixed their eyes to see, and there was a touch of shock in their hearts.

The second-level underground space in front of me is like an Colosseum. In the middle of the field is a stadium surrounded by iron nets. Near the iron nets, there are three floors filled with dense spectators.

They have glamorously dressed social elites; there are also indifferent youths who wear sports casual clothes; there are also rich men who have big bellies but are surrounded by beautiful women.

Of course, in addition, the more categories are middle-aged men who are howling loudly and waving bright green banknotes in their hands.

Most of their faces flushed red, and the collars and ties of their shirts were torn apart at will, revealing the slightly hideous blue veins on their necks.

"It's crazy..."

Unconsciously, Yukimura murmured with his mouth slightly open.

This was the word that came to his mind for the first time when he saw the scene before him.

This atmosphere, and the kind of enthusiasm they usually feel on the court, are completely different things.

Tezuka's expression was dumbfounded. Compared to Yukimura's reaction, the waves in his heart were no small.

"Here...is the good place you call it?" Turning his head, Tezuka looked at Shang Shan Yu's profile and asked in a condensed voice.

Everything seen here, and the tennis education he had been in contact with before, can be said to be two completely different worlds.

"Where there is light, there will be darkness most of the time, especially when tennis is still the number one ball game."

Jackie Yu's voice was a little low.

This is what this world exists objectively, and he can't change everything that exists at this stage at all.

A few people talk.

Under the court, a blood-stained youth was dragged out by a stretcher.

Just now they heard the cheers and screams as soon as they entered the door, probably because the game has already been divided.

Yusuo Yu's words made Tezuka and Yukimura fall silent again.

"When I first came to this place, I had the same idea as you." The shirt glanced at the two of them, and then said: "However, many times, the world is so cruel."

The so-called underground stadium game.

It not only includes those players who have a bad character and have lost the qualification to participate in the official competition, but also many professional players choose to hide their identities to participate in such underground competitions for their own benefit.

Moreover, not every tennis player is born with Wu You. They often abandon a lot of things for themselves and the family behind them and come to such a place to play black balls.

Every time, this tragic duel like an ancient Roman beast will attract a large number of spectators who are either looking for curiosity, or expressing emotions, or for money.

Although this kind of underground game is banned by the International Tennis Association, he is like a shadow and will never disappear under the shining of light.

"Accept this baptism well, there are so many things we all need to learn here."

Shang Shan Yu took a step forward and patted Tezuka and Yukimura on the shoulders.

The underground tennis game is bloody and cruel. If you think about it the other way round, as long as you understand the methods, the cruelty in the world is nothing at all.

Moreover, Shang Shan Yu learned some secret information from his father.

That is the world-level players, before they officially enter the professional arena, there will be a so-called preparation stage.

It does not only require adequate preparation in all aspects of mind, skill, and body. Many young players often go to an underground court to take a walk.

This is why the youth World Cup competitions have become more cruel in the past few years.

Players at the main general level often completely defeat the enemy in front of them both physically and mentally.

People like Byodoin, Borg, and Reinhardt are indeed farther ahead than junior high school students in some respects.

After a while.

The white lights flickered, and after a burst of exciting music, a tall and thin man in a dark suit who looked like a host appeared in the center of the court.

With a smile on his face, he bowed very gentlemanly in four directions, then raised the microphone and said: "Ladies and gentlemen, the next game will be the highlight of tonight. Mr. Falcon has a winning streak against his challenger, the Western Cowboy!"

His tone was dull and frustrated, very contagious, and suddenly raised the mood on the scene.

For a while, whistles and screams continued to sound in this underground space.

The man's mouth twitched, quite proud.

"Now, let us invite them to play!"

With a wave of his big hand, the shining lights accurately fell on both sides of the exit channel.

The man called the Falcon is a burly man. He has light red messy hair and fair skin. He is a standard European white man. Of course, the most conspicuous thing is his hook-like nose.

The curved arc directly caused the shallow groove on both sides of his nose to extend to the corner of his eyes, which appeared very clear, and the whole person felt more like a three-pointed vulture.

As for the guy called the Western Cowboy on the other side, it was a more burly and tall figure, like a sturdy bear, and his bare arms were full of hair.

Seen from a distance, it doesn't look like a free and easy cowboy galloping in the Wild West at all.

"Falcon!"

"Falcon!"

...

Fanatic shouts sounded from the surrounding stands. Falcon’s ten-game winning streak has won him a wave of popularity and earned pounds for many spectators.

In their eyes, they don't care whether the Falcon is the code name or the name of the man, they just care whether the Falcon can continue to help them win the next game.

The two walked to the net without too much nonsense, each with a fierce expression and returned to their own backcourt.

In the underground court, there is no such thing as a referee. The electronic screens above the stands are the best referees.

Here, almost no game can really be played.

The serve is naturally the challenger's first serve.

Bang!

A blast echoed like a signal, and the audience on the sidelines blushed and roared.

They didn't care whether the sound would interfere with the players' games off the court, they only cared about which side fell first.

Seeing an extremely large tennis ball pressed towards him, a sneer appeared at the corner of Falcon's mouth.

He didn't have seen this kind of sneak attack guy. He was able to achieve ten consecutive victories here, but he could not succeed with such a trick.

A tyrannical aura emerged from his body, and he didn't wait for the tennis ball to land, because the ball on the opposite side had no intention of landing.

The red framed racket pulled out a bloody color in midair, and an illusory bloody figure with twelve wings floated behind him.

Boom!

It was as if a tumbling wave of blood had passed by, and the huge tennis phantom before it was like a joke in front of this.

...

"Barbaric, bloody, violent..."

The shirt spoke slowly, and Yukimura and Tezuka's heart sank three more points every time they said a word.

Although their current philosophy is to resist such tennis, the strength of the two below is beyond doubt.

Sometimes the start is a different-dimensional duel, and every slackness may become an opportunity for the opponent to completely crush you.

This is the hidden side of what people love about tennis.

It's about ten o'clock in the evening.

The three people left here, and they watched two games in total.

Except for the first battle that was able to use the focus of different-dimensional power, the other battle, although it was only at the world level, showed a cruel side to the confrontation between power and skill.

"How about it……?"

Faced with Uesugi Yu’s question, Yukimura and Tezuka did not speak for a while.

The impact this place has brought to them today cannot be digested in a short while.

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