Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

Toward a shattered escape?

Feng Chang Taro took a deep breath, and the gorgeous performance of the trail had already shocked everyone on the scene.

"There are no bouncing smash balls?"

Horio and the others took a breath, and even their confident unicorn landing did not make any difference.

Echizen's eyes moved slightly, and Minister Bingdi's ball made him think of the trick that he hadn't completed yet in his mind.

"It's terrible," Gan stretched out his hand before his eyebrows, raised his head and looked at the unusually striking and hot sunlight in the sky.

I even thought of using sunlight to interfere with Fuji's judgment on where the tennis ball would fall.

From his point of view, this ball was not due to a mistake in the return attack, but that the trace was even deeper.

No one's eyes can look directly at the rays of the sun.

But obviously, he also missed a step.

"Is it an interference, or that the ball just hit me in a blind spot."

Fuji returned to the position of hair extension, but this question lingered in his mind all the time. If it is the former, then this situation may not be good.

opposite.

There was an elegant and mysterious smile at the corner of Trace's mouth.

...

Bang!

"1-0!"

After just a few minutes, Trace Department took down his serve with ease.

"Fuji-senpai has been suppressed."

Seeing this, most of Qingxue's first-year students are still a little unbelievable.

After all, the few times they saw Fuer's shots before, they all led their opponents by an absolute advantage.

The backcourt service line.

Fuji lowered his head and muttered in a low voice: "You really have become stronger."

Judging from the performance in the first game of the trace department, the bad idea in his mind can basically be said to be solid.

In that case...

Huh!

He tossed the ball low in the air, rolled the racket with his arm, and swiped it suddenly, and the withered Sakura flowers disappeared into the air dreamily from in front of him.

The trace department squatted in place motionless.

After a while.

His eyes turned, glanced at the messy scratches on the side of his feet, and a playful smile appeared on his face.

"It was the wind's melody just now?"

Buer didn't reply, but instead looked at Trace with scorching eyes.

The look in his eyes seemed to say again, you can try to crack it.

Bang!

With a wave of his hand, the tennis ball disappeared in front of everyone in such a beautiful way.

The audience instinctively felt a slender yellow light cut through a few poignant Sakura flowers, and when they watched the tennis ball, they had already come under the protective iron net.

Bang!

"1-1!"

Bang!

"2-1!"

"Exchange venue!"

"This ice emperor's minister is so strong, he obviously doesn't have the same serve style as a senior, but he didn't lose a point when he served."

Horio said bitterly.

He couldn't understand why the second senior didn't use those incredible counterattacks. Obviously, as long as you use a six-fold counterattack, you will definitely be able to rub the opponent's prestige!

Gan glanced at these a little impetuous first-year graders, pushed his white-lighted glasses, and whispered:

"The Bingdi's intelligence is also very good, and most of the counterattack moves by Fuer were sealed by the trace department."

"Have you sealed it?"

A trace of confusion flashed across Kawamura's face.

But it seems that from just now, he did only see Fuji and used the unicorn once to land, and it failed.

"Bailong cannot achieve such a large angle of deflection when there is no wind, and the outdoor stadium is not enough to support the formation of star sparks."

and……

Saying this, dry words.

"And what? There are several other counterattacks from Fuji-senpai!"

Horio was a little anxious. He made a swing motion gesture with his arm and said, "For example, the guard who can't cross the net, and the phoenix who can't bounce back in the nest!!"

The white light on the dry lens flashed, and he sighed, "Have you not noticed that since the beginning of the game, the track department has been using straight and straight flat shots."

The dry finger pointed, "This way of purely speed and strength decides the victory, and it does not give Fu Er the opportunity to return the phoenix to the nest at all."

"As for the guard of the Hundred Arms Giant, the angle at which the tennis ball bounces is too low, it is impossible for Fuji to give up its comfort zone to forcefully squat and cut. Moreover, that height is not enough to give the tennis a chance to spin twice."

Speaking of this, Gan shook his head.

And those Qingxue people who are listening with open ears are heart-hearted.

"That said, isn't he sure to lose the second senior?"

Taocheng's tone was full of unwillingness.

At this time, the only person who is still quite calm is probably Chrysanthemum. He put his hands on his chest and said with a smile: "That's not necessarily!"

Just now.

"Fuji, your uncle has seen everything through this ball!"

The very happy voice of Atobe came from the court.

Those who just wanted to hear what Kikumaru had to say, also lost their minds.

Their eyes refocused on the stadium.

In the net at this time, there is a mustard tennis ball torn from left to right.

Looking at the tennis ball sharply cutting the net, there was a great chill in the eyes of the trace!

An icy breath emerged from his racket, and a sound of crushing ice resonated clearly in the ears of all the audience.

"Go back to my uncle!"

With a low drink from the trace department, his eyes flickered, and a kingdom made of ice and snow also enveloped in it.

"The body... can't move."

Snapped!

The tennis ball has never been close at hand.

"15 to 40!"

Hearing the voice of the referee, he almost laughed: "Fuji, let's be buried in this uncle's kingdom."

Bang!

"30-40!"

...

Bang

"The Ice Emperor Ruins Department won this round, 3-1!"

It broke! !

After a brief silence, two completely different reactions appeared on the court.

The members of the Ice Emperor looked ecstatic, and Qingxue really fell into an extremely cold situation with the arrival of the ice and snow kingdom in the ruins.

"Ruined!"

It was Horio again, holding his head and wailing.

"Did you start to move for real?"

Fuji took a deep breath, and the chill in the air made his brain clearer.

One of his heart was also placed in the deepest part of his heart.

"Then, let's do it again!"

A silent announcement was made, and the tennis ball played by Trace Department also arrived...

Snapped!

A racket is simply placed on the side of the tennis ball. This is an extremely delicate and simple short ball.

Tracebu, who was originally on the way to the Internet, was taken aback for a moment, his brows frowned slightly, and the Fuji Zhousuke in front of him suddenly became a little different in his perception.

But... the dead ends of the body can't deceive people!

His eyes flickered, and the bones and joints of Fuji's body were clearly seen under his eyes.

Go!

Bang!

With a wave of his arm, the tennis has already hit the absolute dead end of the best.

But the next moment.

A trace of astonishment flashed across Trace's face, "When and where did he get there?"

The one who should have been immobile, came to the spot faster than his tennis ball.

"This ball...you can't cross the net."

The racket in his hand was flipped, and the ball played by the track department was used accurately by Fuji.

call out!

A silver Changhong suddenly appeared in mid-air!

The wind and snow in the Kingdom of Rubu is even worse, but the ball of Rubu is very real without hitting the net.

"0-15!"

In his serve game, Trace Department lost points for the first time!

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