Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

Is he cheating on me?

Mu Shou pressed the astonishment in his heart, and this sentence came to mind for the first time.

He was pretty sure that he had never had any intersection with Shang Shan Yu before.

Moreover, Reinhardt once said that with this tachyon, few junior high school students can master even in the world.

Kate Yongshiro said nothing.

He lowered his sharp gaze and returned his attention to the tennis ball.

Bang!

Bang!

Pressing the tennis ball lightly with his palm, his muscles began to tighten.

This move is not a small burden on the body, every time you need to adjust the rhythm appropriately.

Huh!

The tennis ball was thrown high, and he rose up with a magnificent momentum.

next moment.

The wooden hand uses the right foot as the support point, and the left arm drives the whole body to press forward.

boom!

The crisp sound came too slowly.

Tennis...As early as the last moment, it has turned into scattered golden light particles, giving people a kind of dreamy beauty.

"Here again, Yongshiro's super high-speed serve!"

A hint of joy flashed across the faces of the players in Higa. Although they could not see the trajectory of the tennis ball, I am afraid that no one in the middle school class could receive it.

Even the first person in the country can never have the ability to respond beyond the human senses...

But the next moment.

Pingguba in Higazhong's team exclaimed: "Wait, look!"

Behind him, the unidentified members immediately followed his gaze.

"How can it be......"

Kai stood straight up abruptly, looking at the racket in Yuu Yuu's hand with an incredible expression on his face.

A small mustard ball is spinning and rubbing in it!

When did this happen?

Just now, their attention was all on the serve of the wooden hand, and no one noticed that Yu Yu actually made the move of receiving the serve.

"Tachyon particles are very good, the entire speed should be in the top five."

Jackie Yu's chuckle sounded on the court.

Everyone froze in place with a dazed expression.

Especially the players from other schools who came to watch the game, their faces were full of confusion at this time.

This can only squeeze out the top five, so what is his usual serving speed?

"Oh, a bunch of idiots."

Akutsu opened his eyes and looked around with disdain.

He knew that shirt Yu didn't say any big words.

Huh!

The shirt shook his arm.

The exhausted tennis ball shot back from his net.

This time.

Kate Yongshiro's heart is really upset.

"He actually received..."

The body subconsciously took a step toward the front right. Ultimate's sense of balance made him cleverly retract the ground, and he caught up with Yuu Yu's return ball in an instant.

However,

boom!

When his teal racket hit it.

"here we go again......"

Mu Shou's face turned pale, and the tennis ball was like a heavy cannonball, severely challenging the limit of his racket's net line.

"Give me over."

He also couldn't care about the graceful posture in the past, the blue veins on his neck twisted, and a very unwilling roar came out from his throat.

The wooden hand straddled his feet to the left and right, his wrists trembling hard, trying to remove the strength from the tennis ball.

Swing with both hands and twist the body.

With the help of the strength of the waist, he completed a big round of pat.

Whizzing!

The tennis ball turned into a stream of light, pulling out a winding curve from the net.

"I hit it back, but it was too reluctant..."

Ajutsu drooped his eyelids.

He is quite a headache for the increasingly mature skills of Sung Yuu.

If there is no good way to deal with it, it is difficult to really get the initiative in the game.

The shirt on the court, as he expected, intercepted in front of the curve with a comfortable attitude.

The right hand is used to shoot, the left hand is imaginary.

His face still wore that relaxed smile that seemed to perceive everything.

Snapped!

The tennis ball flew off the border of the front court with a spin of the racquet on the shirt.

Kate Yongshiro just raised his right foot, only to find that it was in vain.

Fast and slow, movement and stillness.

This tennis rhythm changes so fast.

Inoue Mamoru took another set of photos of tops Yuu, and the exclamation in his heart never stopped.

It looks like this game now.

It's not that the wooden hand is not strong, but the gap between the two is really too big.

Whether it is the basics of tennis or the control of the rhythm of the court, the performance of the shirt is almost the same as those of professional players.

"15-15!"

The referee's voice came from the high chair.

However, at this moment, Kate Yongshiro has completely lost the thought of caring about the score.

boom!

Somewhat eagerly, he shot another tachyon from the racket.

He couldn't be sure whether the shirt Yu was luck just now, or it was luck that he hoped in his heart.

However.

Bang!

Before the pale gold particles of light from the tennis shuttle dissipated, a bright golden light whizzed back from his ears.

Boom.

After the tennis ball hit the wooden hand's bottom line and bounced, it was not blocked at all, and it was embedded in the wall behind him.

The billowing smoke and dust directly caused the members of Higazhong to take a step back.

簌簌~

When the wind blows away the smoke and dust, everyone understands why there was such a big shock just now.

Madara's web cracks spread from the edge of the hole to the surroundings.

Guru...

Tian Renzhihui swallowed his saliva. If he hit the ball on his body, he would die, right?

This level of power is condensed...

This scene is undoubtedly a kind of dimensionality reduction blow to those who know this aspect.

"It's so powerful that it is suffocating." There was a sense of powerlessness deep in Mu Shou's heart.

He knows very well that this kind of all-round crushing situation, no matter what tricks are used, it is difficult to work.

......

boom!

"Bingdi scored on top, 3-0!"

.....

boom!

"Bingdi scored on top, 4-0!"

......

The gap in the score has further widened.

Even though Mu Shou tried to use tachyon a few more times, it was as difficult as his estimation.

Useless, or useless!

On the contrary, his own arm muscles are very sore.

Opposite the court.

Shang Shan Yu looked at Mu Shou's sweaty face, smiled and asked, "How is it, do you want to try again?"

Faced with such provocations and ridicule.

Mu Shou's response was simply a sharp side spin serve.

boom!

He gritted his teeth, his eyes still flashing with determination for victory.

In his opinion, Jackie Yu is totally different from him in the world.

Stepped to the landing point of the tennis ball.

The shirt was pulled sideways, and then he raised his hand and fell down.

boom!

The tennis ball was so powerful that it raised a small cloud of smoke directly on the grass.

"What do people like you know..." The wooden hand took a step, and the whole person moved to the front of the tennis ball at a high speed, and the gloom in his eyes broke out completely at this moment.

Huh!

He squeezed the grip of his racket with both hands and shook it violently against the ground.

"We have nothing, but it was very difficult to get to today. Therefore, in order to win, I can do everything."

"Da Fan Sao Qian!"

boom!

The dust raised high from the frame of his racket obscured the trail of the tennis ball.

The next moment.

Whoosh whoosh!

The tennis ball shot out from the dust like a ghost.

The winding trajectory makes people unable to react at all in the first place.

And the target is the body of Shang Shan Yu.

"that's all?"

A gleam flashed in the eyes of Shang Xian Yu, "It's really not good to be hit by a tennis ball with sweet music skills, but if this is your consciousness..."

Wow!

His body rushed forward, not retreating for such a short distance.

The figure of the shirt Yuu turned into a stream of light in the blink of an eye. The racket that no one could see seemed to have brought a roar of thunder and explosion.

Roar!

It's like a moment's notice, but also like eternity.

The crimson dragon head roared and roared, and then dragged the crimson thunder light tail flames and swallowed the little tennis ball completely.

Upanishad·Fire Thor!

Boom.

Woodshou's half-time started near the net, and a gully broke through to the backcourt.

On both sides of the ravine is the squeezed green turf, and in the middle is the yellow sand that has been turned out.

As for Kate Yongshiro.

People have been blasted out with continuous shooting.

With the perfect combination of power and speed, his skills are not enough at all.

"Yoshiro, are you all right!"

Kai was shocked and looked at the wooden hand lying in the corner on their side with concern.

Behind him, there was a group of middle Higa members who were frightened and somewhat stupid.

Kai looked at the coaching bench and wanted to signal the coach to pause first, but their coach Saotome stood up with a gloomy face and left the court directly.

this......

Suddenly there was a slight uproar outside the court.

First, I was amazed at the tennis that Jung Yuu once again showed such power, and second, I didn't understand the way that Hijah Middle School handled it.

It was when Hirayaba and Kai were anxious and wanted to make a timeout for the coach.

"Kafei..."

Kate Yongshiro struggled and stood up slowly.

His face was covered with dust and there were traces of rubbles on it. The blood slowly flowed down his eyebrows and feet, and the whole person looked a bit hideous.

"My game is not over yet!"

He looked up at Shangshang Yu's unshakable eyes, and his eyes were also full of determination.

Change the racket and deal with the field.

The game that was suspended for a short time soon started again. It was not as fast as the hard ground during the Kanto Game, and the traditional grass was processed very quickly.

On the court, Kate Yongshiro's figure trembled.

The audience understand that this is already a game without suspense.

However, this does not prevent them from wanting to vent from their chests and shout out the passionate emotions.

"Oh oh oh!"

Ten minutes later, with a bottom corner of the shirt you slammed, the game came to an end.

The referee hadn't pronounced the verdict, and cheers rang out from the field.

Because of an episode, they actually felt something on the court.

"At the end of the game, Bingdi topped Yuu to win the game 6-0!"

Wait until the shouting subsides,

The referee's verdict was only late.

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