Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

The middle of the court.

Gan lightly wiped the sweat on his cheeks, and shook hands with Shinzu: "The name of the Kansai Wolf is really well-deserved, and we will pay attention to it next time."

Speaking of this, pay attention, he also glanced at Xiang Riyue next to him.

The opponent's physical strength is simply not something that can be seen in a game.

"Come on afterwards!"

At this time, Xiang Ri smiled and shook Haitang's palm a few times, completely ignoring the other party's increasingly gloomy expression.

Haitang walked off the court without saying a word. It was not unacceptable that he lost the game, but he was completely kept in the dark by the opponent...

Faster and stronger!

He looked at the racket in his hand, and there was a blazing flame in his eyes.

His curve snake ball was completely restrained by the volleys of the opposing two in today's game!

The coach sitting on the edge of the court nodded calmly. This situation was still in their expectations.

"The next is the singles game." Coach Long Qi's eyes flashed with condensed color.

Her palm tightly held the match watch in her pocket.

Originally, according to the first plan they had done, their chances this time were really great, it can be said that it was half and half.

"Ryoma..."

Coach Ryugasaki rubbed her eyebrows, and a very stubborn look appeared in her mind.

Not long.

The sound of broadcasts around the stadium sounded, dispelling the trace of annoyance in many people's hearts.

"Next, we are about to start the singles No. 3 match, from Youth Academy Echizen Ryoma to Ice Emperor Academy Akutsuren."

"The players from both sides are invited to play."

In the stands, after hearing this information about the match, Kirihara's eyes suddenly lit up, "It turned out to be true."

A wicked smile appeared on his face, and his eyes turned to the small figure of Qingxue who was about to walk to the court.

In his uncle Kirara's heart, he has no good impressions of Qingxue.

However, from a perspective that he hadn't noticed, Nioh and Yanagi looked at each other, confirming the idea in their hearts even more.

"It turned out to be a freshman in Qingxue."

Nioh's mouth changed a few times, and he blinked at Liu Sheng and hinted.

On the Kanto side this year, among the few schools they are paying attention to, the only one that is somewhat famous is the newly added first grade of Qingxue.

Liu Sheng nodded silently.

Being able to serve as a starter in the first grade, and as a singles, the strength is really good. But he probably didn't know what kind of monster he would face.

"At the beginning of the game, Qing Xueyue will serve, and the game will end!"

The referee waved his hand.

The two in the middle of the court looked at each other silently, and then each retreated to their own backcourt.

Uncharacteristically.

This time Echizen didn't make any provocations while guessing, but his expression was unusually calm.

However, many people can see that under this appearance, there is a turbulent undercurrent.

In the depths of his sharp, sword-like eyes, hot lava flows.

"This kind of mental will is rare, isn't it, Minami Jiro-san." Yushang Yuu asked with a smile.

He swept away beside himself and Tezuka, where no one knew when a middle-aged man was already standing upright.

Nanjiro has long no longer seen the awkwardness he had when he first saw it. Even if he is wearing a loose robes, he can't conceal the spirit that he showed.

Tezuka took a deep look at Echizen Minajiro, and then when he looked at the stadium again, he felt that there was such a phantom behind Echizen Ryoma and it overlapped.

"This game is a good time for Ryoma."

Minamijiro smiled, and some of the answers to the question were wrong with Yuu Yuu.

Is Ajutsu's strength simple?

With his eyesight and perception, he can naturally find that the other party has advanced to a different level, but it is just that, he has greater expectations.

A glimmer of expectation flashed in Echizen Minajiro's eyes.

A week ago, Mamoru Inoue also talked to him alone once, saying that Ryoma had already stepped out of his own way and was no longer a tennis imitating his Echizen Minajiro.

His answer is also very simple, even if Ryoma no longer imitates his tennis, it is impossible to truly surpass him.

In addition to having its own path.

There is something that must be discovered, experienced, and then pursued by everyone.

...

The service line in the backcourt.

Ryoma's palm was gently pressing the tennis ball, while breathing lightly to adjust his body posture.

He who had fought with Yajiu Jin before was very clear that as long as the other party earns money, it will inevitably be a stormy attack.

Huh!

The tennis ball flew high above his head, his feet kicked back and forth, his arms arched, and the racket raised to the back of his head was thrown out like a whip.

boom!

The crisp sound of hitting the ball, accompanied by his soft drink, floated into the ears of Yazuzu on the opposite side of the court.

"Hey, crush you!"

Ajutsu looked at the familiar ball in front of him, a trace of contempt in the depths of his eyes.

boom! !

A greyish breath gushes out directly from his body!

"Sss~"

The moment the tennis ball hits the ground and spins, it is unexpectedly blasted in the opposite direction.

The angle raised high, even if it is a backhand shot of an average person, it is difficult to react.

"It's Echizen's external spin serve!" Horio smiled with joy.

But soon, a cold hum echoed on the court.

Ajujin's soles of feet rubbed against the ground and took a sideways sliding step, and the raised arms drove the deltoid muscles of his shoulders to bulge high.

Looking at the tennis ball that seemed to be slowed down before his face.

The corner of his mouth grinned.

Bang!

There was an explosion, and everyone on the sidelines came back to their senses.

It wasn't that tennis was slow, but Ajutsu's speed was too fast!

On the court, only a gray light pierced the air, and then fell heavily in front of Echizen Ryoma.

"Faster!"

Ryoma's pupils shrank, and compared to the last street stadium, the opponent's competitive state was completely different.

Huh.

When Echizen flicked and pulled his body sideways, the movements of his hands did not stop, and the rhythm between his hands and feet was quite rhythmic.

In a flash, the racket with the red border came to his left hand.

Ho!

Yingying Qinghui emerged from him, and Echizen's left hand firmly resisted the tennis ball that was constantly torn in his racket.

"Get me back!"

Echizen stepped and pressed, and a beam of white light shot back directly.

"Hehehe, brat, your speed is too slow!"

Yajuzin's cheerful laughter sounded from the front of the net, and his limbs were straight down, and his whole body soared from the front of the net.

The slender limbs danced in the air, and Ajutsu's pale yellow eyes turned, and after a quick glance at Ryoma, the racket in his hand fell in an unstoppable manner.

Bang!

Ryoma's body that was directly pressed by the freely retractable beast breath was startled.

He was the one who hadn't lost his old power, so he could only watch the pale yellow ball shadow print into his eyes at high speed.

Boom!

The ground under his feet trembled slightly.

There was also a pure white tennis cap that was ejected high from the tennis ball.

"Echizen!!" Taocheng exclaimed.

"Ah! Ryoma!!"

Tomoka and Sakura, the two cheerleaders, covered their eyes in fear.

Not long ago, Ryoma confronted Fu Dongfeng, but it was still one of the shadows in their hearts that had not disappeared.

As for Kikumaru and Oishi, this is the right choice, and each of them also shakes their faces, clinging to the edge of the stands, and looking towards the stadium.

One of Ryoma's broken hair flashed a dark green light under the sun, and he waved towards the sidelines with one hand: "I'm fine!"

His dark brown eyes stared at Ajutsu who was standing in front of the net.

The latter grinned at him, shook his racket lightly, and walked to his backcourt calmly.

Ryoma lowered his gaze, walked aside in silence, bent over and picked up his white ball cap with a little dust.

Lightly patted.

Ryoma habitually pressed his hat against his head.

The selfless brilliance on him made the whole half dazzling.

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