Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

"Next point, the 48th goal."

When the venue was exchanged, Shinzu's words fell softly in Senshi's ears.

The latter was slightly startled.

After that, a weird emotion emerged in Qianshi's heart.

Just now from the third game, Ninzu suddenly became strange in the law of the use of selfless power, but it did not prevent the score from being slowly taken by the opponent.

"Is this another door without me?"

Qianshi suppressed the complex thoughts in his heart, but his forbearance had never exposed such an ability.

Shinzu smiled and didn't reply, he had already obtained the effect he wanted.

After a minute and a half.

"The game continues, please return to the court."

The referee gestured towards both sides of the court.

Qianshi Qingchun walked onto the court with a cold face, and his solid muscles after training were sharp and angular under the background of sweat.

There are many girls on the sidelines, and they are also cheering for him.

In the past, Qianshi may have enjoyed such a call, but at this moment, he had no such thoughts in his mind.

He was still thinking about the 48 goals he said to him.

This round is his serve.

The soles of his feet rubbed the ground, he adjusted his state, let go of his body and mind, trying not to let himself think so much.

Maybe the other party is just fooling him?

Sengoku remembered very clearly that he had never seen Shinzu use this power when he was at U17.

Also, the opponent didn't really give an absolute notice on the court.

Huh!

Tennis high throw.

Qianshi's body also jumped up in place. The original Tiger Roar has been improved by him. The angle is no longer so high, but the speed and power are even more powerful.

"Go!"

With a low growl, he stretched his arms like a slingshot and slammed down the racket.

Abandoning the previous full body strength, he twisted more through the muscles of the waist to exert the strength of his upper body.

The tennis ball brought out a condensed white light in the air, and the astonishing power made the eyes of Yuqian on the sidelines shrink.

This man's serve is quite powerful!

After Thousand Stone fell to the ground, there was no color on his face, but his own eyes, staring at the movements of the foot.

He knew that just serving the ball couldn't stop the guy on the opposite side.

Sure enough, Shinzu's complexion was fairly calm.

And unlike ordinary people's thinking of receiving the ball, Renzu did not continue to pull toward his backcourt, but slammed toward the frontcourt.

As long as you don’t get overwhelmed by the roar of the tiger, and you find the tennis ball...

tread!

"Super half volley!"

A white-gray racket is like an unknown prophet, dexterously blocking the path of the tennis ball's ejection angle.

"So fast!"

The Yingying white light in Longma's eyes flickered, constantly recording the body movements of Shinobi, compared to the clear-sky smash he had seen before. This move fits his interests very well.

It does not cause excessive pressure on the knees and elbows, but at the same time it has a considerable speed and impact.

The impact of the tiger's roar was cleverly resolved, and the tennis ball flew back almost at a speed that did not lose to the serve.

Qianshi held his breath slightly, and the whole whole was tightly stretched.

This was an action he took when he was practicing boxing. With the help of excellent dynamic vision, his left foot withdrew half a step back, leaving half of his position, and his right hand slammed out in a thunderous stance.

Bang!

The tennis ball flew out diagonally, approaching the backhand corner of Shinobu.

But then another chuckle came, "It's the fourth ball."

Bang!

The milky white aura on Shinju's body surged, and after catching up with the tennis ball, it was a pen-hold shot.

Qianshi's breath was short, and his heart was a little depressed, but when faced with the ball, he couldn't stop picking it up for this reason.

Since the offensive did not work, then he continued to look for new opportunities.

48 balls?

Does Tezuka Kunimitsu's magical moves really make everyone use it?

Bang!

Bang!

The rounds where the two sides of the ball played against each other were a lot more than before.

"This kind of power can someone in the Ice Emperor's team be able to use it?"

Echizen stared at the tumbling aura on Ninju's body, and the shock in his heart was naturally self-evident.

Aside, Fujitsu softly corrected: "Not only that, but he also unearthed a deeper level of power in the state of no-self."

"A deeper level of power?" Yue Qiang turned his head to look, and his breath was slightly short.

"Yes!" Fuji nodded slightly, revealing his azure blue eyes, "If I didn't feel wrong, this should be the limit of talent."

"The limit of talent..."

Akira Echizen repeated it with God.

Kikumaru had curiosity and excitement in his eyes, "Isn't that the same as Mr. Tezuka's?"

"Yes." Nodded Fuji.

"That guy, why haven't I seen him use it before, nor have I seen him use it in doubles." Kikumaru murmured.

"Maybe it's just not necessary."

He shook his head, how could an old fox like Shinobu easily expose his hole cards.

Besides...

Gan Zhenzhi glanced at several people and said, "This trick, based on my research on Ottoman, should not be used in doubles."

Dashi Kikumaru and others suddenly realized.

In this way, it can explain why Ninzu has never used this trick in doubles.

"By the way, why are you so concerned about this?" Kikumaru glanced at Ryoma's neck and said with a smile.

Ryoma pouted his lips, looking like he wanted to talk but stopped.

He originally wanted to say that he would also be selfless, but looking at the expressions of these people, it seemed that it didn't make much sense.

"Hee hee, I was joking with you." Kikumaru blinked his eyes and stuck out his tongue at Ryoma. "It would be fine if the Minister is still there. He is a master in the field of no self."

"Cut, what does this have to do with me."

Echizen patted off the palm of his shoulder, vomiting.

The others in Qingxue laughed and said nothing.

How could Taocheng hide the things from them last time? They already knew what happened to the two men on the street court.

Echizen glanced at Taocheng silently, and then he thought of his dad who was staying at home.

Even if there is no such cold noodle minister, he can find someone else!

He gently pulled the brim of his hat and continued to watch the match between Genin and Sengoku in earnest.

Bang!

With a precise drill, the tennis ball drew a beam of light and bounced out of the court from behind Sengoku's ass.

"How, the 48th goal."

Qianshi felt his slightly paralyzed arm, and the expression on his face was very bad.

He didn't use any superb tricks or terrifying stunts that were imitated without me. He really lost this point in the 48th goal of the unremarkable matchup between the two sides.

"0-15!"

As the referee's voice sounded, all the emotions that Qianshi had accumulated before suddenly came out of his mind.

Shinji on the opposite side saw that his goal was achieved. He let go of his mind, and his eyes once again became the same as when he was fighting Shinji Itake.

In a locked heart, the brilliance of the limit of brilliance was almost squeezed to Ultimate by him.

At the same time, under this calmness, there is still a touch of hot power like magma pulsing in it.

The limit of tempering!

According to Kunimitsu Tezuka's inspiration, this is what he got by opening another door.

The combination of the two, matching his state of mind, he is trying alone, combining these two forces, and heading towards a deeper level of selflessness.

He believed that soon this seed, which was shining with shining white light, would bloom in that barren and dark space.

And every game is the nourishment that nourishes the seeds.

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