Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

A beautiful light rain fell.

"It's really scary, Minister of Bingdi.

Liu Sheng in the upper part of the stand gently wiped his cracked glasses.

Although his glasses weren't all shattered like Gan Zhenzhi did, they were still affected.

On the side, Nioh also said with a full face: "This is the opponent we will still face this year."

As for the small kelp.

Can only open his mouth and watch all this silently.

When the wind and snow subsided, Fuji squinted his eyes and looked at the tall figure on the opposite side of the court.

"Trace Department, although this ball is very strong, but after this..."

Before he finished speaking, the expression on his face was stiff.

I saw the trace department raise his hand.

That bitter wind and snow fell on the court again.

Bang!

"Take a score, 30-0!"

...

Bang!

"Take a score, 40-0!"

...

The wind and snow that hasn't stopped for a moment has been destroying this stadium with sporadic rays of light.

"You are not the only one who is progressing." Trace Department took a few breaths.

Although the four-fat ice emperor went down, he was a little overwhelmed.

However, compared with the already sweating Fudu, the trace is undoubtedly much better.

This is why he is so sure that the final winner of this game will be his reason.

"Game, Ice Emperor Relic Department, 6-5!"

"Change!"

Match point again! !

The ice emperor's cheerleaders cheered up and once again launched a huge cheer.

But he, can he reverse it again?

Everyone in Qingxue sullen their faces, and all of them focused their eyes on the figure sitting on the resting seat, bowing their heads and panting gently.

"This round of serve cannot be lost."

At this time, Fuji's heart was naturally full of unwillingness.

The last assassin hidden by the trace department, although terrifying, does not mean that he can be defeated in this way.

"Fuji..."

Coach Ryugasaki looked over, looking like he was hesitant to talk.

Although it seems that there is still a chance for Fuji, anyone with a discerning eye can see that the situation has already fallen towards the trail side.

The opponent's endurance is also the top batch.

"give it to me."

No two got up and didn't say much, but his tone was as firm as the same at the beginning.

Now he is no longer two years ago, the one who can only pin his hopes on his opponent.

"Come on, Qingxue!"

"Fuji, fighting!"

Kawamura waved a banner of Qingxue, his eyes were burning with raging flames, and the fiery passion directly made all the Qingxue spirits up!

"Fuji-senpai, come on!"

The echoes one after another began to appear in the slogan of Bingdi's refueling.

"Go on, Trace Department."

The words of no two fell, and the whole person's mind was immersed again.

In the state of mind, his perception has risen to an incomparable level.

See, then understand.

Fuji said this sentence softly in his heart.

His icy blue eyes condensed slightly.

Bang!

In a poignant wind, the tennis shot lased towards the trail.

"Fuji, it's useless!"

Trace Department slapped coldly.

His body crossed horizontally, and after 11 rounds of high-intensity duel, his attention was still highly concentrated, and his arms pulled up.

"Bah~"

The toothy tearing of the tennis ball sounded familiarly in his ears.

Fuji dropped his body and padd his racket with his backhand.

Click!

The tennis ball passed high over the middle net.

"I haven't slackened in the slightest. Didn't you forget to hit the ball and hit back at this time?"

Fu Er raised his eyes and looked.

The trace department will naturally not let go of this good opportunity.

At this moment, the eyes of the two people converge with each other.

Tatata!

The soles of the feet stomped the ground forcefully, and even the audience on the sidelines could hear his deep breathing.

"No, this uncle won't give you a chance to use the unicorn to land."

Trace department smiled coldly in his heart.

In the last step, he hopped on one foot.

Blindly watched the midfielder's lob drop to an extremely appropriate height.

"No two!!"

Bang!

The racket dunks from his waist.

"Trace Department, I've been waiting for you for a long time..."

Fuji's somewhat tired chuckle sounded, "Have you seen this trick again?"

Huh!

His figure is like the wind, and the whole person seems to be immersed in the wind. In a blink of an eye, he deceived his body and pressed it to the frontcourt.

The vertical smash that was supposed to be extremely fast, but at this moment it seems to be slowed down by a video tape.

A awakening wind blows away the wind and snow in front of him.

"Music between the winds, Kui Chuuxue!"

The seemingly soft voice, but it can't stop the power of this ball.

Whoosh!

A bright golden light slid past the ear of the trace.

The ends of the purple-gray hair were slightly blown, and his eyes widened as the trace was still in the air.

"This ball is completely different from the feeling when I was in the game."

Echizen Ryoma's pupils trembled.

Only by his performance just now did he understand that in the previous match with him, the opponent definitely left room.

If it were as powerful as on the court now, he would probably not be able to survive a round at the time.

Fuji, Ajiu Tsu, Shang Shan Yu...

These powerful names crossed his heart, and the light in his eyes dimmed in an instant.

"This game is not at the last minute, I'm afraid no one can guess the result."

Ju Juping murmured softly.

It now appears that Fuer had still reserved his hands when dealing with him in the first place.

No one else at Fudo Peak refuted. The game just now really opened the door to New World for them.

Tennis can be so strong!

Bang!

"Bingdi Ruins scored 15-15!"

...

Bang!

"You can score 30-15!"

...

Bang!

"Game, the youth is the best, 6-6!"

The sweat from his forehead moistened the ground, and Fuji was panting, his eyes burning and looking at the opposite trace.

"This game is not over yet!"

"No, how long can your physical strength support you?"

The sweat from the trace part also wetted the skirt of his chest, but this ridiculous tone caused the heart of Fuji to sink slowly.

Both mentally and physically need to maintain a huge consumption, even if it is less, I am afraid that the other party will quickly seize the opportunity and be defeated in one fell swoop.

However, the strengths of the trace department showed an advantage in this tug-of-war.

Originally started in the track department of England endurance flow style, in the past two years of middle school, this hidden feature has been unknowingly strengthened a second time.

The tie-break has begun.

The tie-break rules are also very simple. The player who scores 7 points first wins the game and the set. If the score is 6 in a tie, one side must net two points.

First the server serves the first point, the opponent sends the second and third points, and then takes turns to serve the two points until the end of the game.

Trace was slowly tapping the tennis ball in his hand, as if this could put more pressure on the opponent.

In the tiebreaker, he was already an expert.

Bang!

A ball was taken out of his hand, and it still fell precisely on the receiving line.

...

In the stands, Yushang Yu looked at Tezuka who was silent, and smiled slightly, "Tezuka, I hope that next time I play against you, you have already completed that."

After finishing speaking, under Tezuka's gaze, Shang Shan Yu slowly walked towards the ice emperor's position.

It seems that in his memory, Trace's tiebreaker was only lost to one person in front of Guoyue.

Twenty minutes later.

The referee looked at the already shaky one and waved his hand, "The Ice Emperor Ruins Department won the game, the score was 88 to 86!"

"The game is over and Bingdi Academy will win the game, with a total score of 3-1!"

Cheers resounded like a tide in every corner.

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