Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

It's okay.

Everyone in Qingxue breathed a sigh of relief seeing that Echizen Ryoma was not injured in any way.

With his temper and personality, no one can guess what will happen to him on the court.

Hurt? bleed?

"It's a pity, Senior Akutsu should hit that kid in the face with a tennis ball."

Kirihara looked eagerly just now, but when he saw that Echizen Ryoma was not injured in any way, he sighed again.

Hearing this, Nioh frowned.

But then, a ridiculous smile appeared on his face again, "Kirahara, don't you think that doing this just now makes it more relieved?"

"?"

Qiyuan looked back, somewhat puzzled.

Nioh rolled his eyes and said with a serious face: "Sometimes pure violence is far inferior to the humiliation brought by this kind of play."

"Yes!"

When Kirara's eyes lit up, he seemed to understand what Ajutsu did just now, and a smirk appeared on his face.

When he didn't notice, Liu Sheng frowned and pulled Nioh's arm, "Is it really good to teach him this?"

Niwang glanced at Kirara who was secretly alone, and sighed softly, "That's better than his uncontrollable demonization."

For a time, Liu Sheng couldn't say anything.

Kirara's demonization is completely different from Akutsu's wild posture. The former cannot effectively restrain oneself, and it is a kind of harm to the opponent or one's own body.

"Even if you are like this, I am afraid it will be difficult."

"Even if you can only change a little, that's a good thing."

Nioh spit out a bit of his tongue and smiled mischievously at his friend.

Most demons are chaotic and disorderly, and such players may not be the backbone of their great future.

"what?!"

In the gap between their discussions, Kirara suddenly heard an unpleasant low cry.

The two looked towards the court.

This tennis ball played by Echizen Ryoma, like a snake, slid quickly across the ground of Akutsu's half court.

"15-40!"

Ajutsu put away the motion of raising the pat, he looked at the opposite figure, with an interesting smile on his face, "Fuji Zhou's trick to help that guy?"

Echizen hummed a little bit, and without replying, he raised his hand and raised his head and prepared to continue serving the ball.

In the state of no-self, his physical strength is consumed faster than usual.

Bang!

A vague light and shadow flashed in mid-air, and then the tennis ball had landed on the corner of Ajutsu's backhand.

Ajiuzin didn't say much either, and the whole body was wrapped in a surging aura of worship, and then pressed towards the other side.

His beast-like body coincided with the bouncing tennis ball, and there was a harsh whistling sound between the swing of the racket.

Bang!

The tennis ball turned into a gray streamer and blew on the other side of Echizen.

"The poor physical fitness is too far..."

In the ice emperor's position, Shinzu shook his head.

However, in the next instant, an unexpected look flashed in his eyes.

Reflected on the lenses of his glasses is Echizen Ryoma's blue and white figure that is as fast as lightning.

Stop, bend your knees and press down.

Echizen's racket intercepted the tennis ball with super precision.

The Yingying brilliance on his body is shining, this is a super standard half volley!

Bang!

Almost in the blink of an eye, the tennis reversed direction again.

Even most people still haven't figured out what happened.

"That was your super half-volley."

Shinobu Ryo who was sitting on the stool with a patience glanced, and said slowly.

When did Echizen Ryoma learn this trick by imitating it?

It is not omnipotent to endure self-knowledge and imitation without self, at least one must be able to understand those peculiar moves.

In other words, they have the conditions to implement these quick-resolved tricks.

"Echizen Ryoma..." Shiido Ryo said softly.

At the beginning, it was the young man he and Sung Sung Yu had come into contact with. It was he who thought Sung had made a big fuss, but now he is looking back...

"Innocent!"

There was a sarcasm on the court.

Ajujin kicked his feet, and a super half volley was faster, but he still didn't mean anything in his eyes.

Feeling the strong wind blowing around his body, Ajiujin's heart was extremely refreshing, and the grayish-white aura on his body slowly condensed.

"Look up, kid!"

The blue veins on his forehead swelled, and a deep blood red breath emerged from his racket. The young scholars who thought they had won this point once again raised their hearts to their throats.

Bang!

The tennis ball fell into the net.

Suddenly, turbulent air waves rose from both sides of Yajujin's body, and the tumbling smoke directly blocked the sight of most ordinary audiences.

Ryoma on the opposite side of the court looked solemn.

"That's how it feels!!"

He took a deep breath, this extremely dangerous, let the danger of the hair on his back be standing up again!

Whizzing!

A crescent-like bloody brilliance pierced the smoke and dust halfway through, and shot towards Longma's feet.

Hurry up, hurry up!

Every cell in his body seemed to be emitting a signal to his brain, but Ryoma's eyes were firm, and the unyielding warrior's will was burning in his eyes.

"Hoh!"

He let out a low growl, and the milky white aura on his body became stronger, and it slowly gathered on the racket held by his hands.

Bang!

Baimang is dazzling.

However, the blood-red color in his racket did not fade in the slightest.

Stabbed!

After all, the brilliance of selflessness was pierced by this bloody light.

The tennis ball was cast unabated, directly embedded in the protective net behind Ryoma.

A puff of green smoke rose slowly from the surface of the tennis ball full of fibers.

The whole stadium was quiet.

When the smoke subsided slowly, the referee narrowed his eyes as he swept across the court, and then pronounced aloud:

"G, Game, Ice Emperor Ajujinren, 1-0!"

"Change!"

The aura of selflessness on Ryoma's body faded, and he looked at the racket in his hand that had been broken by a gap, and said nothing.

On the coach's bench on the sidelines.

Coach Ryugasaki pursed his mouth lightly, and for a long time he could only let out a helpless sigh.

Ajiujin, a sports geek that has been rare for decades, Ryoma wants to touch him in the first grade, but it's still a bit worse.

Echizen, he was broken by the opponent from the beginning! ?

The Horio people, who usually talked too much, were silent at this time, and the terrible breath of Akuzu was really scary.

They are obviously just standing on the side of the court, but they are all suppressed and dare not breathe more.

The azure blue eyes hidden under the hair of Fuji opened slightly, and so far, this was far from the full strength of Ajiujin.

At last year's West Blue Shore Exchange, the gleam of blood brilliance made him deeply jealous.

All he knows is that it is another advanced technique on top of multi-ball.

Echizen replaced a racket again, and two figures, blue and white, and gray and white, passed by near the midfield on the edge of the court.

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