Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

Echizen Ryoma came back.

After deeply understanding his own strength, Yamato is weak and weak, deep in his heart, the last door to the state of selflessness was pushed open.

Bang!

The light cyan glow kept squeezing the activity space of Toyama Kintaro.

Xiao Jin raised his head, but only a bright light could be seen in his eyes. In it, there seemed to be a vague figure moving.

Echizen Ryoma uses his left foot as his axis, and his right foot draws an arc half a step in front of him.

It was like a deep-sea Uzumaki, and all Kintaro Toyama's counterattacks were absorbed.

"This is the Tezuka Domain..."

Shiraishi's eyes flickered. If Echizen Ryoma used this trick before, it is estimated that Xiaojin would crack it down with brutal force.

but now……

Huh.

Huh.

The sweat of the distant mountain golden wolf was dripping from his chin. He has been running around the bottom line of the backcourt for more than a dozen rounds.

boom!

After hitting the ball again, his eyes were fixed.

Seizing an opportunity, he took a sigh of relief, and his body was spinning and swinging at a high speed.

"Look at me... Super invincible and delicious Big Wheel Mountain Arashi Storm!"

boom!

Accompanied by his yelling, the moment the tennis ball collided with the racket also made a deafening sound. The violent air wave penetrated directly through Toyama Kintaro's racket.

He gritted his teeth, and endless power burst out again in that little arm.

"Give me over!"

Kintaro's neck was raised and stretched, and his light brown eyes were filled with a firm will not to admit defeat.

boom!

This time, the crimson light suddenly appeared.

He wanted to break the light cyan brilliance spread by Echizen Ryoma in front of him.

Hit a ball.

Kintaro seemed to be out of strength. He put his hands on his knees, gasping and watching the direction the tennis ball flew past.

But the next moment.

The hope in his eyes was completely shattered by a blazing slashing light.

Facing the full blow of Toyama Kintaro.

The brilliance of Echizen Ryoma on the opposite side still didn't waver at all.

tread!

He lifted his left foot and stepped out of the Tezuka area.

Ho!

The racket raised high in his hand drew out at an astonishing speed.

Samurai's strike!

This time, Echizen Ryoma was like the real samurai Minajiro possessed.

Bang!

When everyone hears the noise.

A gleam of brilliance had already bounced off Toyama Kintaro's feet.

"Game, Echizen Ryoma, 7-5!"

"The singles number three is over and Echizen Ryoma from the Youth Academy won the game. The number of rounds was 7 to 5!"

The referee's voice fell.

There was fierce applause immediately outside the court.

Many spectators slowed their breathing, only to realize that they had unknowingly, just like the two players below, their foreheads were covered with fine sweat.

"Thanks for your advice."

Ryoma came to the net and stretched out his palm towards Kintaro.

He looked at Xiaojin on the opposite side, his eyes were still a little dazed. If he hadn't stepped into the door at the end, he might have...

And even at the end, Toyama Kintaro was still stubbornly resisting his selfless brilliance.

Xiao Jin pursed his mouth, seeming to be completely aroused to fight, his eyes looking at Ryoma are still sharp, but in the end... Xiao Jin shook the sweat from the tips of his hair, and then shook it firmly.

"Next time, let's play again next time!"

Ryoma was startled, then lowered his head and smiled, "Okay!"

For some reason, he had a hunch.

The young man in front of him should soon catch up.

...

Although the plan has changed, Osamu Watanabe doesn't have too many negative expressions on his face.

The game is not over yet.

When he really stepped onto the court, he should trust his players.

About ten minutes later.

The spectators who had only recently dispersed came up again, and it seemed that there were more viewers than in the first set.

Soon, the broadcast of the next round also rang in due course:

"Next, the doubles No. 2 match is about to start. Kenya Shinya and Ishida Gin from Shitenbao Temple will play against Sadaji and Takashi Kawamura of Youth Academy. Players from both sides are invited to prepare for admission."

Gan nodded to Kawamura.

The order of the doubles this time was similar to what he had expected, and the other group of doubles really sent Ishida Gin, who is a power tennis player."Aron, remember to watch out for the wave ball on the opposite side."

"Don't worry, Agan, I have really practiced that trick!"

Takashi Kawamura swung his racket vigorously a few times. In the words, full of confidence.

He is the kind of character that becomes very passionate and exciting as long as he holds a racket.

Qian answered softly.

It was after Takashi Kawamura and Ishida Fudomine match up, he learned the opponent's wave ball moves, and he made this arrangement.

"With my serve and Kawamura's powerful and passionate play, we should have a 42% chance of winning this game."

"It's mainly on that person."

Gan secretly pondered, after walking to the sidelines, his gaze fell on the big bald head who played in Sitianbao Temple for the first time.

Opposite Ishida Gin's eyelids drooped, as if he was still awake.

Seems to feel the gaze of the peeping next door.

Ishida Gin's head turned his head, and his face calmly faced Gan Zhenzhi a little bit.

As for Ninzu Kenya, he was listening to his coach's tactical arrangements with a smile on his face.

In less than a minute, both sides walked onto the court together.

"At the beginning of the game, the Qingxue's Gan and Kawamura teams will serve, and the game will end!"

After guessing the side, the referee quickly announced.

Snapped!

Snapped!

On the service line, Gan Sadaji was tapping the tennis ball with his racket, but he was constantly deducing the course of the game in his mind.

If you get the serve first...

Huh!

The tennis ball was thrown high by him, and then the scene like a waterfall reappeared.

Bang!

The turbulent tennis ball repelled the air on the flight path and directly passed through the gap between the Sitianbao Temple duo.

"15-0!"

...

boom!

"30-0!"

...

After four goals in a row, there was almost no suspense, and they were easily won by Gan Zhenzhi.

After the shooting, he pushed his glasses quite contentedly. Such a rhythm of the game is quite comfortable for him.

"It's not bad..."

When the venue was exchanged, Ninzuqian also glanced at Qian Zhenzhi, with an undiminished smile on his face.

He walked slowly to the service line, learning the prelude of Gan Sadaji just now, and slowly tapped the tennis ball in his hand with his racket.

Snap a few times, let the dry brows frown slightly.

Suddenly.

Ninzuqian also moved.

At the moment he was thrown on the tennis ball, his whole body went from static to moving, and all of a sudden he showed his super explosive ability.

Bang!

His arm brought out bursts of afterimages, and bombarded the tennis ball in midair at a speed that people couldn't keep up with.

Gan Zhenzhi could even feel a sharp explosion in his ears.

"This explosive power..."

Before he could have too much emotion, the tennis ball had already flew out of the front of his net.

Penetration and shock.

Although the racket only touched the edge of the tennis ball, Gan Sadaji immediately noticed the unusualness from the feedback from the palm of his hand.

"Hehe, let you taste my spiral sound burst." Ninzu Ken also lowered his gaze slightly, but the triumph in it was still hard to conceal.

boom!

"30-0!"

...

boom!

"Shitenbao Temple Shinzu and Ishida won the game, 1-1!"

An interesting scene happened. Both sides performed once during the serving game.

"please."

Gan and Kawamura exchanged glances.

For Ninzukenya's serve just now, he already had some eyebrows in his heart, but the information was still a bit lacking.

Takashi Kawamura squeezed the tennis ball and came to the backcourt, and the flame of the desire to win was already rising in his eyes.

"Burning!"

He roared, and then he bombarded the ball heavily.

"In the face of Ishida, I still dare to play such a powerful game." Ninzuqian also sneered in his heart.

He stood still and didn't make the slightest move. The person who received the first round of this round was--

Ishida Silver!

This character moved like an old monk standing still.

His eyes glared slightly, and after taking a step horizontally, the muscles on the arm holding the pat instantly tightened into several distinct lines.

Ho!

Ishida Gin gave a low voice, and the tennis ball that was flying up like a fire bomb suddenly became imposing.

Huh!

The moment he swung the racket in his hand, Takashi Kawamura on the opposite side only felt a sense of danger of a tingling scalp coming to him.

Bang!

The extremely strong force almost turned the tennis ball into a yellow flash.

"You can't catch this ball directly."

The flames in Takashi Kawamura's eyes burned more intensely. He didn't expect that just an ordinary counterattack from the opponent would force him to learn the wave of the ball.

But... he never expressed so much about this kind of thing.

Kawamura's legs were straddling tightly, and his body's center of gravity was slowly sinking. He arched his arms to raise the racket, and the muscles on his arms swelled up suddenly. It seemed that he could hear the squeaking and squeaking of the muscles.

"Wave~Move~Ball!"

He growled in a low voice, the moment the racket was swung up, it seemed as if the air in front of him had frozen.

boom!

The edge of the red and yellow light beam seemed to be entwined with dazzling to whitish electric light.

"elder brother……"

Above the stands, Ishida Tetsu's hands were tightly clasped on the guardrail in front of him.

He knew that this trick had no effect at all for his brother.

"Unexpectedly you would also swing the ball?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Ishida Silver's eyes, but his next action made many viewers stunned.

"Swing ball, third style!"

I saw that his arm muscles simply swelled, and the racket made a terrible breaking sound in his hand.

Boom!

Without the slightest accident, the wave ball returned by Takashi Kawamura was blocked by Ishida Silver.

then.

A more ferocious beam flew back.

"Aron!"

Do a nervous reminder.

Shi Tianyin and Bingdi's Huadi Chonghong, who were on the opposite side, had a match between wave balls.

The key now lies with Kawamura.

"give it to me!"

call……

Kawamura concentrated and took a deep breath.

tread!

He took another step forward, his aura seemed to be ignited.

boom!

Both of his hands were pressed on the grip of the racket, and with the bulge of the arm muscles, he once again played a trick called the wave ball.

But soon.

Takashi Kawamura's complexion changed, and the ball was not as easy to return as he thought.

The strength of the opponent's wave ball is greater than the strength of his hands together?

Hey!

The tennis ball was tearing the net and squeezing his wrist crazily.

"Give me..."

Patter...

The words were only halfway through, and his racket had already been released.

"It is also a move developed based on the inspiration of bullets. Ishida, this guy, has sublimated his own wave ball to 108 styles."

Ninzuqian also smiled on his face.

If the other party wanted to win them through this, then it would be a big mistake.

"Aron, are you all right."

Gan walked over and looked at Kawa Village who was still a little confused, with a trace of worry on his face.

Judging from the power of the ball just now, the opponent's swing ball is not comparable to Ishida Tetsu's, and compared to the match with Ice Emperor last year, his strength has improved a lot.

"Haha, Agan, I'm fine, but I was too careless just now." Kawamura scratched the back of his head with a smile, and then ran over to retrieve his racket.

He didn't say anything. He understood Kawamura's character and didn't know how to say it, but he already had an ominous premonition in his heart.

Then, as expected.

At the last goal of the third game, Ishida Silver made another effort.

It’s just that this time it’s no longer a step-by-step top ten wave ball, but directly strengthened to the 22nd wave ball.

Rumble!

Shocking red-yellow light waves whizzed through the air, and even those outside the audience could feel the terrifying power contained in it.

Boom.

Kawamura Takashi, who chose to resist again, was directly blown out.

Coach Ryugasaki on the sidelines changed his face and called a timeout.

Three minutes later.

Just when everyone thought Qingxue would abstain in this game.

Takashi Kawamura, who was covered in dust, returned to the court tremblingly.

Shang Shan Yu looked at the familiar scene before him, and suddenly a lot of words were blocked in his throat, unable to speak.

There is no doubt that Takashi Kawamura's will is quite strong. However, on the court, strength is the only guarantee for victory.

Ninzuken from Shitenbao Temple also glanced at Ishida Gin, the hesitation in their eyes was only a flash, and then disappeared without a trace.

The other party should continue to persevere, this is the other party's choice, and they have to win, this is also their choice.

It has nothing to do with right or wrong....

boom!

"Swing ball, twenty-eight style!"

...

boom!

"Swing ball, forty-two style!"

...

Ball after ball,

Takashi Kawamura, who chose to stick to the end, repeatedly slammed Ishida Silver's wave ball from the front.

And he... also flew out again and again by the power of the tennis ball.

See the end.

Even the newly elected members of Qingxue turned their heads unbearably.

Maybe it doesn’t matter much to admit defeat, but for Kawamura...

An emotion called grief and anger began to hang over their team.

Another half an hour later.

boom!

With a high-speed spiral sonic boom from Ren Zuqian, this somewhat "cruel" doubles match completely lifted the curtain.

"Game, Shitenbaoji Shinzu, Ishida, 6-2!"

The referee sat in the high chair against the scorching sun and announced:

"The doubles No. 2 match is over, and the Shitenhoji Ninzu Kenya and Ishida Silver team won the game, the number of rounds is 6-2!"

Gan Qian helped Kawamura off the court.

The opponent can persist until now, I am afraid it is only relying on the power of a certain idea.

"Sorry everyone..."

After returning to the team, Takashi Kawamura tried to raise his trembling arm, and the first words he said made some emotional people's nose sour.

"Aron, don't say anything, your performance today is already the best!" Kikumaru shook his head, tears in his eyes.

Ryoma on the side took a deep breath and looked up at the sky.

Now, it is clear in his heart, what exactly is the emotion that he hadn't had in the United States at the beginning?

"Kawamura, the next thing is left to us."

Tezuka passed by the two, leaving Qingxue with an upright back.

"Director Tezuka?!" Horio and the others looked at Fuji with some surprise.

"Um."

Nodded, Fuji nodded, seemingly clear what these first-year students wanted to ask.

"Single number two is played by Tezuka."

And here is the Sitianbao Temple.

Shiraishi also smiled at Shinzu and Ishida who came back.

"Good job!"

"The next one is up to you!"

Ninzuqian also smiled, and stretched out his palm towards Shiraishi.

Snapped!

The two high-five each other.

Passed a kind of good will, hoping to continue this victory just now.

There was a short intermission.

The third round of the game was also conveyed from the broadcast:

"The following is about to start the second singles match, with Shiraishi Kuranosuke of Shitenbaoji, against Tezuka Kunomitsu of Youth Academy."

"Please get ready for entry!"

Hearing the broadcast sound, the whole stadium is quiet.

The war of ministers!

See also the battle of Shuangbu!

Ju, Liu Lian and others all set their sights on the two people off the court.

One is the Minister of Shitenbao Temple in the Kansai region, which is rarely shot, and the other is the Minister of Youth Studies, who has won a big name in the Kanto region and even in the national competition.

Which of these two is strong and who is weak?

The game hasn't started yet, and everyone's hearts have boundless expectations.

"finally coming?"

On the highest step, Jung Yuu leaned forward slightly.

In fact, whether it's Shiraishi playing against Budu, or Shiraishi playing against Tezuka, this is the game he wants to watch this time.

Above the bible tennis, that is another level called the bible of stars.

The golden bracer on Shiraishi's arm had disappeared when they stayed together last time.

On the coach's bench next to the stadium.

Watanabe Xiu looked at Shiraishi in front of him with solemn expression. At this moment, he didn't know whether he should say something or not.

Seems to see his thoughts.

Before he spoke, Shiraishi smiled and said, "Axiu, don't worry. No matter the outcome of this game, I will go all out."

He tilted his head and glanced at the next door, a confident light burst out of his body.

...

"Long admired the name."

"I hope there is a wonderful game."

In front of the net, two teenagers with similar temperaments stared at each other and clasped their palms together.

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