Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

"Bingdi Ruins scored 15-0!"

The referee's voice sounded.

Immediately there were many people around who saw the basic skills that Ruobu had just used.

"Basic broken steps with one foot, coupled with extremely fast half-volleys." Echizen Ryoma pulled his hat, and a person muttered in a low voice, "Is it not bad?"

Rubu's performance was a bit beyond his expectation. It was different from the very arrogant posture just now. The tennis that Rubu played on the court could be said to be tightly matched.

"It seems that without the burden, the trace department is more creative."

On Bingdi's side, Yuu Yu, who knows the most about the Department of the upper shirt, is also softly admired.

Onobe did not inspire the brand of a so-called loser because he faced Yukimura again.

His tennis is still so ego, no matter who the opponent is, he never put himself in the position of a challenger.

Da Da, Da Da...

Trace Department tapped a few tennis balls in the backcourt to ease the rhythm of the offense.

It's easier to understand that the goal just survived, he can't and won't want to deal with ordinary opponents in a continuous fast break.

To deal with opponents of this level and to make timely variations, can the advantage of first strike be kept in his own hands.

After a few strokes, the palm of the track department squeezed the ball tightly.

There are no other unnecessary actions.

He threw the ball over his head again, his body inhaled and stretched and adjusted, and then at the moment he kicked off and jumped, he concentrated all the power of his body on his wrist.

boom!

A ring of energy exploded from his racket.

The racket in his hand was slammed down from the top of the tennis ball, and the force of the spray made the tennis ball into a slender shuttle, almost reaching the limit of deformation.

Whizzing!

The tennis ball flew past the net.

This time Yukimura didn't feel the cold mental pressure, but he didn't dare to be careless at all.

tread!

Charge forward!

Yukimura has clearly noticed the subtle spin hidden on the tennis ball.

Sure enough, the tennis ball that dropped quickly after crossing the net sparked an unparalleled falling spin.

"So concealed Tang Huaise serves."

Niou's indigo eyes shrank, and if you accidentally this ball, you might miss the best time to receive the serve.

The data of these people is rapidly updated and iterated every time.

Seeing this scene, Nioh couldn't help but think of the deputy minister who was still meditating alone.

"It seems that my phantom must also speed up the progress of development."

Qingxue's pressing behind him, while the Bingdi still pressed strongly on their heads, made him feel a strong sense of crisis.

Snapped!

Yukimura's arm was extended to Ultimate, and the racket was like an extension of his arm, and the tennis ball was picked back by him.

When he raised his eyes, he found that he had already rushed to the trail in front of the net.

The eyes of the two crossed in mid-air for a moment.

Then Yukimura felt that there was an unspeakable stiffness from his squatting body.

"Kingdom Kingdom?"

The purple meaning in his eyes faintly flashed.

boom!

A golden light also exploded from his feet.

"30-0!"

The whole person stood proudly in front of the net.

Tracebu pointed at Yukimura with the racket in his right hand, and the two fingers of his left hand were under the bridge of his nose.

A pair of deep eyes floated with cold white light.

"Yukimura, even if it is your blind spot, you can't escape my uncle's eyes."

The two looked at each other for a few seconds, leaving a slightly subtle smile on each other.

...

"Very powerful, he has already begun to embed the use of eyesight in various tactics."

"When this happens, even Yukimura will not be able to break free from the Rube Kingdom in such a short time."

Fuer and Qianyi sang a melody, and quickly analyzed the biggest advantage of the offensive of the trace department.

With the help of the characteristics of first attack and eyesight just now, Tracebe almost completely manipulated the situation on the court, and even gave the illusion that he was playing against Yukimura.

Tezuka was silent on the side.

Off the court this time, he could feel the spiritual power that Yukumura slowly spilled out, plus the zero sense state...

The opponent is still in the game.

...

boom!

"Game, Keigo Atobe, 2-1!"

"Exchange venue."

After fifteen points, Trace Department once again won his serve.

"Don't be careless, this rhythm is good, but don't forget those moves that the opponent hasn't used yet."

Coach Sakura looked calm, and did not relax his vigilance because of the temporary lead.

He had obtained the information from the previous game between Yukimura and Tezuka.

It can be seen that the Minister of Li Haida is not only strong in strength, but also first-class in the rhythm control of the entire game and the layout ability.

It may be that Yukimura mainly likes to use yips before, so that he habitually manipulates the details of a lot of counterattacks.

And the mental power, combined with the very delicate technology, is more than just one plus one.

"Um."

Trace Department put down the energy drink in his hand and nodded towards Coach Sakura.

Although he is proud, he is not blindly arrogant. He can feel that Yukimura's self-deprivation and insensible moves are a great trouble for him.

Soon, the rest period in the course of the change passed by.

The referee gestured to both sides again.

After returning to the court, Onobe's eyes were extremely serious, and the white glow was gleaming, carefully examining Yukimura's physical state.

But soon, he felt a strange awkwardness.

"come yet?"

Before he could think more, a silent golden light had flown out of the racket opposite Yukimura.

Watch this serve.

Trace immediately understood that there were not many choices, and the speed and strength of the ball had also changed significantly from before.

Every time he goes back is compressed by one more point, then his pressure will be greatly increased.

He raised his eyes and glanced at Yukimura, and the other party really entered the inhuman state of zero sense when facing Tezuka before.

Atobe had experienced the elimination of the five senses twice before, but Yukimura took the initiative to eliminate his five senses. This kind of thing...

boom!

He lowered the head of the racket, and when the tennis ball bounced to his waist height, he pulled it back horizontally with the sweet spot of the racket.

With this ball, he originally used the Kingdom of Tsube to lock Yukimura in a blind spot.

However--

Step on!

Yukimura's physical condition has undergone a subtle and weird change. Without the slightest incoordination, he ran towards the tennis ball at a very rhythmic pace.

boom!

The seemingly unskilled flat shot is used extremely delicately. The counterattack, which had been near the bottom line of the trace before, suddenly fell in the frontcourt of the receiving area.

call out!

The tennis ball was fast and straight, and after a muffled noise came down the court, it was directly ejected at a more exaggerated inclination than before, and it was thrown high.

"It's really the worst case."

Onobe took a breath, and when Yukimura served the ball, he noticed something was wrong.

However, he would never have thought that Yukimura would be so keen in his zero sense state. In other words, you can constantly adjust your body's movement according to the changes in tennis.

His ruins kingdom, once again failed in the game.

As for the last shirt Yu, it was just "brute force" that exceeded his upper limit.

Bang!

"30-0!"

...

Bang!

"Game, Seiichi Komura, 2-2!"

...

Bang!

"Game, Seiichi Komura, 3-2!"

...

After entering Zero Sense, Yukimura was like a broken bamboo, and instantly reversed the situation previously controlled by Trace Department.

Da Da, Da Da.

The heavy pressure was passed from the tennis ball hitting the ground.

Yukimura raised his slightly apathetic eyes, and then he waved his arm and hit the ball.

"Trace Department, what would you do?"

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