Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

Tezuka frowned and looked up at Yukimura's face.

The ball just now was wrong!

"Haha... Tezuka... I'm going to continue on." Yukimura smiled gently.

He raised his arm and snapped it down.

boom!

A golden silk thread concealed into the gap of space in an instant.

Was that an accident just now or?

Although Tezuka's thoughts were still on the ball just above. The movements of his hands are not slow at all.

Take two steps across the body and squat with your knees bent.

Bang!

The net trembling slightly, but he couldn't shake his wrist in the slightest.

Although Yukimura's tennis looks very simple, he has actually gained insight into the essence of tennis, and every ball has some subtle changes hidden in it.

Just like the side spin of the previous ball, the back spin of this ball.

Tezuka's eyes condensed, and the racket in his hand was pulled diagonally toward the upper side of the tennis ball.

The ball he hit back was more pronounced than the spin on the first ball.

He is testing!

"Did you find out so soon?"

On the opposite side of the stadium, Yukimura's eyes flickered, and the corners of his mouth curled upwards softly. "It's worthy of Tezuka."

He rushed forward, but he hadn't thought of covering up from the beginning, otherwise he wouldn't be so blatant on the first goal.

Step on!

With swift footsteps, Yukimura quickly came to the middle of the tennis flight path.

Snapped!

The racket in his hand flipped and snapped.

The tennis ball, which had just started the net, was instantly suppressed by him.

Whizzing!

The tennis ball pulled a white mark in the air.

At the same time, a crimson light emerged from Tezuka's body. It was a powerful repulsive force, and turbulent smoke was raised in an instant.

pity--

Bang!

The tennis ball flashed past his foot.

"Yukimura scored 30-0!"

The voice of the referee made Qingxue all dumb for a while.

Even Tezuka looked at Yukimura who was on the opposite side again.

"Sure enough, that was not an illusion just now."

The repulsive power of Tezuka Phantom did not play any role. This proves that the spin on the tennis ball was completely resolved by Yukimura!

He swept away the ball marks on his feet, and his brain moved quickly.

Creak, creak...

Yukimura inserted his fingers into the gap of the net and adjusted the surface of his racket.

His gaze was smiling, "Lost the core Tezuka domain, how do you solve this problem Tezuka?"

This question floated quietly in his own mind. Immediately, Yukimura continued to return to his service line.

Bang!

"40 to 0!"

...

Bang!

"Game, Seiichi Komura, 1-0!"

"Change."

The end of the first game was neither fast nor slow, but it still made many people who know the game frowned.

"Tezuka... why did the Tezuka area fail."

Oishi hesitated, and then said this terrible conjecture.

In fact, it doesn't need him to say much. From the first ball, Fuji has opened his icy blue eyes sharply.

"It's not a failure..." Fuji shook his head silently, and slowly exhaled, "It's that Tezuka's ball path and spin have been seen through."

"How can it be!?"

Dashi's first reaction was not to believe it.

"Yes, it's probably the hardest thing to count as a precise rotation in Director Tezuka's domain." Kikumaru also stared at Fuji after a moment of stunnedness.

"Although it's hard for me to believe..."

Although Buer's words were not finished, others knew from his tightly held palms that he was definitely not joking this time.

"Theoretically, it is impossible for anyone to make a rotation that is completely opposite to Tezuka's." Sadaji Sadamoki slowly added his glasses.

However!

Then his voice changed, "But if there is a data master who collects enough data from Tezuka..."

...

"So this is Mitsugu's shot."

In the ice emperor's team, a gleam of light appeared deep in the bottom of shirt You's eyes.

During several trips to the World Championships, Mitsuya almost completely turned into a data analyst in the team. He, who is basically not on the field, is often ignored by most people.

Tezuka's data was probably compiled by him during those times in the world.

Thinking of this, Shang Shun Yu suddenly thought of an interesting question. Although I don't know how far Yukimura has progressed, his data must have been collected by the guy Mitsuya.

After all, the three of them still have a domestic game to play this year.

At this time, they are no longer any teammates, but become the most threatening opponents in front of the championship.

"Laughing so happily, what did you find again?" Tracebe noticed the expression of Shang Yuu's expression, raised the corner of his eyes, and looked over here.

He also roughly guessed Yukimura's technique, but he couldn't figure out why Yukimura did this step.

Every ball must be calculated accurately. If there is such an ability, then it would be too scary.

"It's the data." The shirt turned his head and smiled, and a trace of remembrance appeared in his eyes, "Remember the data master we met in the first year?"

"You mean... Sanjin Valley Yajiu Dou?"

Trace Department was taken aback, and then immediately reacted, "That troublesome guy is also in the U17 army?"

"Yeah." Shun Yuu nodded lightly and said with a serious face: "So this time, Tezuka and I were both seen through all our hole cards."

Hearing this, Trace Department only felt his heart sink. I couldn't help but worry a little more about the next finals.

If it's a young student, it's okay, if the opponent is Li Haida, I am afraid that the shirt will also encounter unprecedented targets.

He didn't doubt the idea of ​​Shan Yuu.

He also saw Mitsugu's ability in the first grade, and the opponent entered U17 after graduation. He is still a member of the first army, and his strength is normal.

In addition, Tezuka is now a living example before him...

On the side, Ajutsu first turned his head and glanced at the slightly trembling top of his mouth, and then when he looked at the traces he was thinking about, the corners of his mouth twitched a few times.

Sure enough, this man is worse than me.

Ajiuzin felt that he should just leave these things alone, just be happy with his shirt.

Bang!

Bang!

On the court, the two clashes continued.

But once it was not his own serving game, anyone could tell that Tezuka was suppressed by Yukimura everywhere.

His tennis is very restrained and awkward, and his whole person seems to be bound by something.

Snapped!

The purple meaning in the depths of Yukimura's eyes flashed.

The tennis ball rubbed the white edge of the middle net and flew slowly over the net.

"It's a short shot..."

Echizen, who had been engrossed in watching the battle, was short of breath, and Minister Tezuka was still in the backcourt. This distance can be said to be very difficult to chase.

Tatata!

The milky white brilliance that suddenly rose on the court shocked his body, his eyes condensed, "That is...the limit of thousands of tempers..."

Suddenly in his mind he remembered a sentence that Senpai Kikumaru said jokingly: If only Minister Tezuka was still there, he was a master in the state of selflessness.

"It turned out to be true." Echizen whispered to himself.

Tezuka's legs, under the blessing of selflessness, rolled up a blue and white whirlwind on the small half of the court.

He arrived before the tennis ball hit the ground!

boom!

The mustard tennis ball was provoked by him.

A beautiful backspin kick was hit by him to the corner of Yukimura's backhand half.

The tennis ball fell very fast, and a light yellow arc appeared clearly in the air.

"Have you not given up yet?"

Yukimura's rhythm didn't break because of this, he still looked calm, and the ball was the same as before.

The so-called downward rotation is nothing but a blinding technique used by Tezuka.

"Tezuka, I'm sorry, but your domain is with me-it's useless!"

Ho!

Yukimura's nose let out a muffled snort.

The racket in his hand danced like a dragon, floating across the air, and then there was a bang...

call out!

The white light that pierced the air, just under the eyes of everyone, shuttled over half of the court, and then flew out heavily.

A wisp of soft wind blew by, Yukimura patted and smiled.

"Game, Seiichi Komura, 2-1!"

"Exchange venue!"

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