Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

A slender blue waterline directly penetrated most of the court and flew out from the ears of the orange flat.

"The breath of the minister's beast... has been pierced..."

Shinji Itake watched as a large part of the original aura vacated, and the shock on his face could not be concealed.

Huh~

"What a strong sense of oppression, it is completely different from the previous face of Fuer Zhousuke."

Ju Ju Ping took a breath, glanced back, and glanced at the tennis ball that had fallen under the protective iron net.

The shirt Yu gave him considerable pressure with just one blow.

Obviously, he didn't seem to be dangerous before using his hands, but once the opponent made a move, he felt as if he was being stared at by an extremely dangerous creature.

Under the perception of the beast's breath blessing, his whole body's hairs were erected.

He arched his waist, straddled his front and back feet, pressed the tennis ball with his palm down a few times, re-adjusting his state.

boom!

Orange Juping played the tennis again.

This time, he gave up the more ferocious volley high-pressure serve, but changed it to a quick and simple flat serve.

The mustard-yellow tennis ball, wrapped in a black and red atmosphere, hurried past the inner corner of the shirt.

"The Minister immediately changed his strategy."

Kamio Akira's mouth opened lightly, so that Tachibana calmly gave up his best style of play, which was enough to show the horror of the opponent.

"There is no way. If you don't do this, the opponent will return the ball more quickly. It will be difficult for the Minister to pick it up before the center of gravity is not stable."

Shinji Itake on the side said in a deep voice.

He was on the sidelines, but he quickly figured out the reason for this change.

This is the strength of the number one middle school student.

It's just the simplest counterattack, but when the power reaches a certain level, it is enough to make people feel desperate.

"Good idea."

There was a hint of appreciation in Yuu's eyes on the shirt in the opposite half.

Jujuping's adaptability on the court should also be one of the top players.

But it's useless.

Suddenly, the shirt moves slowly!

In the astonished gazes of the members of the Fudo Peak, behind his fluttering shirt, several gray-white afterimages appeared.

too fast!

Ju Juping's eyes flickered slightly, his original estimate of the strength of the shirt has been completely overturned by him.

His breath of a beast seemed to be non-existent at all, unable to suppress the shadow of the opposite person who was sometimes raging like thunder and sometimes like the deep sea.

boom!

A brilliant light of thunder flashed back and forth between the two halves.

"The bearing is here." Juju Ping's eyes dazzled.

At this moment, he has improved his concentration to Ultimate. Although he can't see the changes in tennis itself, he can predict the weaknesses, so he has to try.

He dashed out like a fierce lion, and the dark red light rendered his entire racket the same color.

Bang!

A violent shaking came from her wrists, and Ju Juping raised her eyes in surprise and looked at the smiling figure on the opposite side.

Chi Chi Chi Chi...

The heavy power carried by the tennis ball almost turned his net into a ball.

"Give me over!"

Ju Juping glared wide and let out a low growl.

The arm muscles under his black T-shirt bulged, and a very special wave oscillated from his racket.

boom!

The tennis ball wrapped in the tumbling black and red aura repelled all the air on the shuttle path.

"This is the breath of the wave ball!"

Ishida Tetsu stood up abruptly, with an expression of excitement on his face.

It is no wonder that when Tachibana was instructing him, he was so familiar with some technical essentials of the wave ball.

The black and red beast breath cleverly blended into the wave ball, as if to swallow everything in front of him.

"While possessing strong creativity, it also embellishes the flash of violent aesthetics."

Jackie Yu raised his eyes and stared at Orange Juping, "I have seen your tennis ball.

Swish!

While he was talking while his body was still under the gaze of the crowd, he dashed towards the wave of black light.

"Nai!"

The shirt exhales quietly.

Snapped!

One shot is drawn diagonally, and the whole world is quiet.

After Wan Qing wave, Juju stood in place dull.

"Put, put a short ball..."

A small tennis ball fell to his feet without bouncing.

"Bingdi scored on top, 30 to 0!"

The referee's voice sounded, but the whole stadium was strangely quiet.

"Shenji, what did you see just now?"

Kamio Akira's legs kept shaking, and he subconsciously swallowed his saliva.

"Impossible, obviously beyond reality..."

Shinji Itake stopped the sound of his thoughts. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Finally, he slowly said, "Although I want to say that it is impossible, I just saw a vast ocean."

"Me too."

"Me too."

"I also……"

After everyone at Fudo Peak nodded to confirm each other, the shocking color in the depths of their eyes still did not disappear.

Compared with the invisible and invisible wind that had been helped by the past two weeks, how could this tens of thousands of hectares of the ocean bring more shock to people.

"Sweater Yu..."

Ju Xing bit his lip. Opposite his slightly panting brother, he was still the boy with a bland expression.

This is probably more than his full strength.

Just now, not only the players from Fudo Peak could see it, but even the spectators on the sidelines watching the game were inexplicably shocked.

Bang!

Bang!

The turbulent dust continued to roll on the court, occasionally one or two dark red lights flashed over the middle net, and then another eardrum swelling impact sounded.

Only a few minutes later.

Bang!

"Songshan Yu won this round, 1-0!"

"Exchange venue!"

After the referee had spoken, the shirt stood upright, and the breath passed by Ju Juping for a long time.

"Being passive, have you even seen through all the ball lanes?" Orange rubbed his eyebrows flatly.

Every one of his balls seemed to be controlled by the shirt Yuu, completely following the opponent's intentions.

Moreover, this is his serve.

Ju Juping looked sideways at the figure walking by, and suddenly realized that there seemed to be no signs of sweat coming out of the other's forehead.

Taking advantage of the situation, he raised his hand and wiped his forehead, and the feeling of moistness passed from his palm.

The consumption of both mental strength and physical strength is not the same level at all.

"Orange..."

Coach Sakura took a deep look at this somewhat bewildered lion, and whispered softly: "What will you do next?"

...

Backcourt line.

Jackie Yu looked at Orange Juping, who was very cautious and vigilant, with a slight smile on his face.

The opponent has retracted most of the beast's breath, squatting halfway, and making a defensive appearance.

The advance can be fierce, and the retreat can wait for the opportunity.

The lion temporarily put away his minions, it does not mean that he is no longer a lion.

You can feel that the other party is almost like Shinobu, only one step away. Moreover, the path of simple breath is much easier to follow than without self.

Come on, see if you can catch it!

The shirt floated while his eyes were floating, and he threw the ball high above his head.

"The breath can also be used in this way."

boom!

A touch of golden light repelled the air and set off a tumbling wave of air on the court. When the tennis ball in the golden light flashed by, it was also mixed with the sound of mighty thunder.

The orange flat dark eyes shrank, and in his perception, the breath of the shirt Yuu changed again!

Huanghuang like thunder.

The golden breath of Hao Hao Tangtang was between retracting and unwinding, as if the autumn wind swept fallen leaves, it compressed his black and red beast breath.

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