Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

Jackie Yu held a tennis ball in his hand and stood quietly behind the service line.

He felt the black breath escaping from Sanada, and stepped back on the sole of his right foot, slowly bowing his body.

Da Da, Da Da...

The crisp sound of the tennis ball hitting the ground slowly sounded on this court.

The audience was silent, and watched over with their breath.

Snapped!

It was also at this time that Jacky Yu's palm finally slowly moved the ball. He closed his eyes for a moment, and then opened his eyes suddenly. There was no trace of other emotions in his eyes, and they were full of coldness.

Zi Zi Zi~

A group of golden thunder and lightning flashed in his hand, accompanied by crackling noises, terrifying power radiated from the little tennis ball in his hand.

"This is……!"

All the members of Lihai University, including Yukimura, stood up in awe.

When the British team U17 invited them before, Kazuya Tokugawa made a block and used this powerful skill.

As for Yukimura, he was surprised that Topsong Yuhui started to use this trick.

This also means...

"The cruelty of the world..."

There was light floating in the handsome eyes under Tezuka's glasses.

The aura on Tops Yuu is like this, which is the only situation that can only happen during their World Championships.

He moved his gaze and carefully observed the state of Shimada's body now, and there was a little more thought in the depths of his eyes.

"Sanada, are you ready to go to hell this time?"

Jackie You's mouth smiled.

But at this time, no one could laugh out of the field, and everyone could feel the terrifying power.

Even the audience behind Sanada fled away in a panic.

Sanada gritted his teeth and did not reply. He could feel the cells all over his body trembling, and there was always a voice in his brain to remind him:

Dodge quickly, leave quickly!

However, he can't do this. The racket in his hand and the idea and will that he wants to implement in his heart do not allow him.

"Then... let's go!"

Sweater Yu's figure came faintly.

next moment.

The ball of light gleaming with terrifying golden thunder light was slapped out in Shang Shan Yu's hand.

call out!

A sharp blast came, and the air in the shuttle of the tennis ball was completely repelled.

A fatal sense of crisis fell on Sanada's head.

At this moment, his brain suddenly became blank, and the black cyclone surrounding his body did not have any effect on him.

The most important thing is that his body has been locked tightly by the thunder that is intertwined with destruction and rebirth.

This ball is inevitable!

"Uh...ah!!!"

Sanada raised his head and screamed, and all the blue veins on his neck appeared at this moment.

The black aura that had been churning away gathered in one direction, all concentrated on the racket he held with both hands.

"I won't escape, and I won't just give up like this!" Sanada roared inside.

tread!

As soon as he stepped on the ground, he was full of anger, and abruptly took a step forward, and his raised arm swung down in a large arc.

boom! !

There was a roar and explosion, and the smoke rose high towards both sides.

The intersection of light and darkness!

The golden thunder light fell into his pitch-black net, and the unparalleled vigor passed towards his arm.

His arms were shaking, and even the black energy that had been concentrated to Ultimate was gradually being penetrated by this hot thunder.

呲呲呲......

For a moment or for a long time.

Bang dong!

The black energy he condensed was completely opened by the thunder light, and the tennis ball passed through his elastic net in a devastating manner.

Sanada's two palms holding the racket were relieved in pain, and his body also fell backwards in an instant.The tennis ball was completely submerged in the wall below the protective net.

There was no gravel splashing, and no huge potholes appeared, and the tennis ball was quietly embedded in the cement wall.

Around the hole, probably only a few tiny cobweb cracks could be seen.

"1, 15 to 0!"

After the silence, there was a noise.

"Vice Minister Sanada!"

"Sanada..."

Looking at Genichiro Sanada who fell on the ground, the Tachikai team directly wrote tension on their faces.

The audience on the sidelines watched the scene that had just happened in amazement.

"Senior, the ball just now was..."

Shiba Saori opened this little mouth slightly, and the shock on her face had not faded.

Shou Inoue on the side shook his head. Seeing this scene reminded him of those international players who entered professional tennis in high school.

In the Ice Emperor team, Feng Chang Taro was shocked, "Senior-shirt senior, why does he suddenly seem to be a different person."

He saw this amazingly powerful ball just now very clearly, it hit the opposite Sanada's body without any hesitation.

Onobe and Shido Liang's eyes were dignified.

Especially for the latter, he reverberated the days when the shirt took him all the way to explode various street tennis courts.

The shirt at that time, Yu, never resisted another tennis style.

"The guy in the shirt, he just used the right way at the right time."

Tracebe glanced at the two people, Feng Chang Taro and Higiro, and said, "The ideas he implemented were originally extremely pure."

Several people fell silent, maybe many of them were the first time they saw Tsung Yuu showing another side.

"he made it……"

Ajutsu didn't care if there was anything wrong with Sanada, but looked at the tiny tennis ball embedded in the wall with serious eyes.

It's not that he hasn't seen the destruction of the light hits played by Byodoin, and even he can come to it himself. But you have to complete the idea that I mentioned to him in the first place...

"From the concept of lifting weight lightly...to the condensing of light hitting power...how much do you hide..."

No one knows the voice of Ajiuzin.

...

On the field.

Sanada stood up swayingly. He gritted his teeth to prevent himself from making any noises from the tearing pain everywhere in his body.

He patted the dust on his body, and under Yukimura's signal to suspend the game, he staggered to the sidelines, and after changing to a new racket, he stood upright and returned to the court.

The bare shot he had just hit against the shirt directly caused his first racket to be completely scrapped.

Sanada held the racket grip in front of him with both hands, leaned down, his legs straddled, and stood behind the hair extension line.

He looked up at the shirt Yuu, the rock of will in it.

In this regard, the expression on Shang Shan Yu's face did not change much.

He stretched out his fingers and adjusted the net of the racket, and the whole appearance was light and breezy, as if he hadn't hit the ball just now.

"Ready?"

Along with the indifferent questioning, Sanada instantly felt the sharp edge again.

Bang!

Sure enough, a hard-to-find thunder light had suddenly appeared on his backhand and foot side.

"Moving like thunder!"

The faint black energy re-circled, Sanada burst into force, resisting the pain, and made a high-intensity movement.

Damn it!

The crackling black thunder light slammed the tennis back upside down.

The combination of Yin and Lei had reached a state of proficiency in his hands.

However! !

The next moment the turbulent momentum was overwhelmed from across the court.

Tsing Yu turned his hand on the racket, and the whole person was like a scorching thunder and lightning, and the air seemed to be stained red in the place where he passed.

The thunder pattern at the corner of his eye, under the shining of the sun, at this moment seemed to have truly turned into a miniature thunder.

More fierce than his flame, more domineering than his thunder. Sanada's entire brown-black eyes were stained with red gold.

Immediately afterwards, a roaring Chijin Thunder Dragon ran over him.

"Uranus·Fire Thunder God!"

Along with the cold words of the shirt, there was also Sanada's body that fell to the ground after being thrown away.

Bang dong.

Sanada hit the wall behind him heavily, and shallow craters appeared on his back.

This time, shirt Yu's counterattack was several times faster than the first ball, and he has no reaction time.

No, even all the spectators did not react. When they recovered, they only saw Sanada being blasted out of the stadium.

This time, even Yukimura's face on the sidelines changed drastically.

He could see that this is the kind of meaning that Yu Yu used when he faced the South Korean team.

This move once defeated the main player of the South Korean team in one fell swoop.

"What do you want to do..."

He clenched his palms tightly and looked in the direction of Shang Yuu.

Now I feel that I am not feeling the cruelty of the world anymore. If we continue to play, Sanada's tennis career may be scrapped...

After another ten-minute pause.

Sanada once again returned to the court from the coach's bench on the sidelines.

Li Haida's team members all saw that their deputy minister had almost reached the limit.

From his slightly trembling arm, you can tell how much pain Sanada has endured at this time.

With Sanada's character, he wouldn't behave like this until he is in desperate situation.

"Damn it!!!"

Kirihara's eyes fired while watching from the stand, his Master fist punched hard against the guardrail in front of him.

However, he can do nothing!

Thinking of this, his shoulders collapsed, tears flickering at Sanada's back.

Sanada didn't think much about it just now, and directly rejected the proposal to abandon the game, even if he was lying down, he would finish the match.

...

Bang!

"Song Yuu scored, 40-0!"

"It's the match point, Sanada's last serve should be..." Fuji shook his head, looking at the figure lying on the court, he didn't know what to say.

Does it mean that Yuu Yu is too fierce, or is Sanada's persistence moving?

"Isn't it what I looked like at the beginning?"

His eyes narrowed again, quickly concealing the hidden emotions.

Sanada, lying on the ground, seemed to hear a familiar voice in his ears:

"What's wrong, is this your enlightenment?"

"Why are you still dawdling, are you going to continue to drag it?"

"You are no longer qualified to stand in front of me."

In a trance, the bloodshot eyes of Sanada appeared, and a strong unwilling and desperate will rose in his heart.

Contradictory emotions filled his chest, he just felt like he was about to explode in the next second.

"Who do you think I am..."

"So many days and nights of training, I am not here to listen to what you say to me..."

As soon as Sanada supported his arm, the dusty face lifted up, and his eyes fiercely looked at the shirt Yu who was in front of the net.

Intense unwillingness and dedication to victory and defeat, Tongtong became the nourishment of his spiritual will, so that his slowly standing body emerged with a new force.

The black aura on his body continued to expand and expand, and a sensational momentum that was several times stronger than before emerged from him.

"Thank you, let me experience the scenery of hell."

Sanada's deep voice sounded.

At this moment, he is like a -kun lord in the dark night, surrounded by a huge black aura, appearing domineering and majestic.

The black air that faintly covers the small half of the stadium gives people an absolute mental oppression.

"To thank you..."

Sanada raised his hand to toss the ball, with determination and determination in his eyes, "It's as fast as... a storm!"

Huhu!

Huhu!

The black storm overwhelmed the tennis figure in an instant, and Yuu Yuu's body was slightly stagnant in the Uzumaki-like wind.

Subsequently.

Boom!

The tennis ball bounced away from him.

"15-40!"

Counterattack? !

The spectators who had no hope for this game were startled.Sanada looked like this, as if he had recovered again.

"This is Ashura Shinto..."

Yukimura murmured slightly. He didn't expect Sanada to embark on the most difficult path.

"Climbing up again in the hell of failure, Sanada..." Tezuka's thoughts were also a little complicated.

Behind them, there has never been a shortage of people who are desperately chasing after them.

As for the Echizen Ryoma who has been watching this game, he has been so excited that he can't say anything.

Whether it is the first person of Yushang Yu or Sanada Genichiro, it is not the existence he can match now.

"It's great to be able to come back."

He only feels agitated. Such a good opponent and Qingxue teammates have never met him in the United States.

On the court, Sanada stopped talking.

He quietly knocked the tennis ball in his hand, constantly feeling and adapting to the turbulent power coming from all over his body.

Huh!

He squeezed the tennis ball with his left hand, and then threw it up.

boom!

The violent black whirlwind roared, seeming to want to wipe out all the other people on the court except him.

Shang Xian Yu felt this deja vu oppression, and smiled in his heart, "Finally took such a small step before the consciousness collapsed?"

It looks like it looks like it, but in the end it still lacks such a hint of taste.

"If you don't really step into the abyss of failure, how can you come out of Nirvana from it."

call……

As he breathed, hot air rushed into his lungs.

The Thunder Madara pattern on the corner of his eye faded, and the whole person lost a trace of coldness, but his face was more gentle again.

The racket in his hand was slowly traversed by him, stepping on the sword step in the eight phases, and leaping towards his backhand side.

"Flashing Yan Wu!"

Shang Xian Yu felt the warm power surging inside his body, and a rather gentle smile appeared on his face again.

boom!

The raised racket swung down, and the breath of the big sun suddenly poured into that little tennis ball.

Whizzing!

A dazzling white light melted the black whirlwind in front of him.

Sanada raised his eyes in disbelief, then he held his breath, and chased after the white light that was not only too fast.

The racket held by both hands stirred the air, and the black air behind him boiled and rolled at the same time.

His racket seemed to burn with black flames, and he was about to swallow the white light in front of him completely.

"Aggression is like...flaming!"

The turbulent air wave suddenly rose from the sides of his body.

Sanada gritted his teeth tightly, and the constant tremor from his wrist shocked him.

"This ball is so heavy?!"

Chi Chi Chi Chi ~

Just these two breaths, a blazing flame melted his black inflammation and penetrated through his racket net.

Boom!

The tennis ball bounced on the ground, gleaming in mid-air, and flew to the outermost protective iron net.

Da da da……

The surface of the entire tennis ball was completely scorched, and finally rolled slowly to the ground.

"Game, shirt Yuu, 6-1!"

"The singles number three in this singles game ended, and the top of the Bingdi Academy won the game 6 to 1!"

The referee's voice fell.

The audience on the sidelines paused, and then burst into fierce cheers.

"Oh!!!"

"The Ice Emperor will win!"

"The shirt will win!"

After all, it was the Ice Emperor, who took the lead in getting the match point of this game.

Inoue slowly put down the camera in his hand, and there was only an unspeakable shock in his heart for this game.

Sanada was immersed in the final goal, and after hearing the referee's voice, he felt turbulent exhaustion in his heart.

His expression is still a bit trance.

At the end, his evolved black aura was directly erased, and an uncoordinated blank appeared just like that.

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