Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

"No, Fuji-senior, he used it!"

Horio was a little stunned at first, and then he looked ecstatic.

The ball just now, if he didn't read it wrong, it was not the guard with a hundred arms or something before.

He helped his glasses for a while, and there was also an accident flashing in his eyes that no one could observe.

It's not that he doesn't believe in no two.

On the contrary, according to this trick of the trace department, Fuji should not be able to make any moves.

"Kikumaru, do you know something?"

His eyes turned to Kikumaru beside him.

The other party smiled more like a kitten, "That is naturally Fuji's anticipation."

With his hands on his hips, what he said made the rest of Qingxue confused.

On the stands, Shang Xian Yu was also a little surprised. He looked at Tezuka on the side, "Have you ever seen this trick of Fuji?"

Tezuka shook his head and nodded.

He looked at the bottom of the court, and whispered softly in his heart: "Is this to deal with my perfect clothes?"

Sweater Yu shrugged upon seeing this.

From his point of view, Fuji's move is similar to Yukimura's zero sense at the beginning.

It’s just that Yukimura’s main direction is focus, and Noner’s direction seems more like improving perception, or predicting?

When the perception has risen to a certain level, it is not impossible to predict the future temporarily based on various information on the court.

For example, the resonance between Yukimura and Tokugawa...

Just as the shirt leisurely wandered around and was interested and observing, the situation on the court was once again pulled over by Fuji.

Bang!

"Qing Xuebu Er won this round, 2-3!"

"Swap the stadium!"

The referee's voice sounded steadily.

Among the crowd of Bingdi, Shinzu's eyes became dignified, "The trace has been broken."

In this way, the opponent Fuji Zhousuke also has the ability to end the game.

The side that breaks serve can often better grasp the rhythm in a game.

"You are really difficult."

Trace Department took a deep look at the opposite Fuer, and walked towards the coaching bench on his side without looking back.

Fuji's eyes were a little apathetic, and the fluorescence floated.

After a while, with a soft smile on his face, he returned to his side.

"How about it, have you found some clues?"

Coach Sakura raised Erlang's legs, propped his chin with one hand and looked at the track department.

"It's a bit of a brow, he can't escape my eyes."

The two fingers of the trace were gently pressed on the bridge of his nose.

His tone is very Haki and very confident.

"Um!"

Seeing that the trace department knew what he knew, Coach Sakura didn't say much.

With his vision, he may be able to give some pointers to the world-level games, but above this, he can only understand the situation of some games.

That's all because he spent some time in Europe a few years ago.

Once the tennis strength reaches a certain level, ordinary people like them can no longer intervene.

After one and a half minutes, the game continued.

The two returned to the court, Tracebe squinted, and carefully looked at the state of non-duality.

The other party can break through his perception interference and blind spot blockade just now, that sense of violation is the key.

Huh!

After Fujitsu served, his body began to move.

The silky soft wind surrounds him, and while he is running, he can even see the afterimage of the blue and white clothes flying behind him.

And the trace department didn't let him down either.

The mysterious fall Sakura disappeared. Although it was already terrifying, it could no longer stop the offensive of the ruins.

Bang!

After the trace department raised his eyes and hit back, his eyelids jumped.

quick! too fast!

Fuji is like an unknown prophet, waiting in the front court early.

And where is the place where the trace department played the tennis.

"Here again, this feeling..."

The chill in the eyes of the trace is even worse.

Fuji has disappeared from his ice kingdom from just now.

Looking at the tennis ball flying again, Tracee smiled coldly in his heart.

As long as he catches the clue, he will figure out everything in a whirlwind.

Step on!

Tracebu didn't rush to volley the tennis ball, but pulled his body away from the backcourt. After Buer's feet started to move, his extremely focused eyes suddenly lit up.

Just then!

Buzzing!

The bitter winter is coming again!

Through the tenths of a second longer by extending the distance of the return attack, Tracebe saw the absolute dead corner of Fuji Zhousuke again.

"Haha, you can't escape!"

Bang!

The tennis shot back.

Fuji's body seemed to be set in place, just like the original state.

"0 to 15!"

Hearing the referee's voice, his expression was indifferent, and his brows slowly frowned.

In the world of light and shadow in his heart, the icy wind and snow poured in again.

"Has it been cracked?"

The audience on the side shook one after another!

But the next ball.

Fuya drew his racket again and drew a winding curve very dexterously from the air.

"This is..." Qian's heart moved, and the glasses on his nose gleamed, "Short shot played by Mayfly outflank!"

Fuji was not constrained by the situation at all. This ball completely disrupted the rhythm of the track department, forcing him to save the ball on the Internet.

And the moment the ball was cut flying in the trace department.

"The phoenix is ​​still in the nest."

The deserted words were spit out from Bu Er's mouth, and the trace department was also at this moment, completely seeing the clear blue eyes under Bu Er's hair.

Chi Chi Chi Chi...

The tennis ball passed by him.

This time, Trace's heart really received a shock.

Ajiujin's six senses, or the closed heart of forbearance?

The feeling of seeing the sun over the clouds appeared in his mind.

Bang!

"Game, the youth is the best, 3-3!"

...

"Game, Ice Emperor Relic Department, 4-3!"

...

"Game, the youth is the best, 5-5!"

It's tied again! !

Everyone in Qingxue held their breath, especially Echizen, at this time also focused most of their attention on the duel between the two.

Without him, this game is really exciting!

Many people clenched their palms subconsciously, and their palms were overflowing with fine sweat.

The trace department wiped the sweat from his forehead.

The expression on his face became more confident.

Although he can do nothing for the time being to help him in his current state, but in this game, he is set to win!

call……

Trace Department took a deep breath and slightly adjusted the state of his body.

"No, it's not just that you serve!"

He smiled proudly.

The next moment, the tennis ball flew high above the head.

The trace arm arched up and pressed the racket behind him.

The temperature of the entire stadium, at this time, quietly dropped a few degrees.

Layers of hoarfrost began to appear on the surface of the lampshade and all the glass products.

The awe-inspiring chill made the people close to the sideline shiver.

"How is this going……"

Horio rubbed his arms violently and took a half step back.

Gan uses his two fingers to hold his eyes tightly.

A creaking sound rang in his ears.

He couldn't help but think of the exchange match again, "Are you coming again..."

He murmured softly.

Immediately afterwards, the raging snow and wind blew into the opposite half with an unstoppable attitude!

"Boom..."

Almost instantly, the stadium and the glassware near the stadium exploded into a piece of debris.

Fuji stood in front of her with both hands.

Needless to say, he took this ball, and even the action felt a little difficult.

"Trace, trace department lead, 15 to 0!"

The referee said shivering coldly.

At the scene, everyone was immersed in this gorgeous and terrifying ball.

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