Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

"The singles No. 3 match is over, and the top of the Bingdi Academy will win the game 6-0!"

The referee's voice fell.

At the same time.

On the opposite side of the court, Kondowakigo knelt down on his half court almost weakly.

At the end of this game, he also felt that the powerful aura he was holding on his opponent was exactly the same as he saw in Byodoin three years ago.

The king's power of Ice Emperor is still accumulating.

Their vines of herding have become stepping stones on the other side's way to the top again in another way.

Jacky Yu stood still and smiled, put away his racket and walked back to the ice emperor's position.

Only the players who have not yet played in Mu Zhiteng left a highly respectful back.

Soon, the game continued...

………

at the same time.

Far on the other side of the venue.

Another semi-final that started at the same time as Bingdi has also entered a white-hot stage.

The light blue light filled the entire stadium, and Echizen Ryoma's eyes shone with light.

"Hoh!"

He gave a soft drink.

The racket in his hand was raised high, and in a flash, he fell to the tennis ball that bounced from the ground.

boom!

There was a crisp blast in the air.

The tennis ball seemed to have completely melted into the little bit of green light, disappearing from his half-court.

Just at this time.

On the opposite side of the court, the young brow with soft blue curly hair did not relax.

Yukimura raised his eyes and swept away the light cyan glow that filled most of the stadium on the opposite side, and a deep purple meaning flashed in the depths of his eyes.

It's the limit of seamlessness!

Youth Academy has added Echizen Ryoma this year, a first grade with huge changes. I am afraid that most people are unpredictable.

but……

Tatata!

Yukimura started lightly.

He stepped on a few small steps laterally and pulled his position to this point. The racket in his hand did not hesitate at all, so don't swing up against the mass of air below.

Bang!

In the many surprised eyes of Qingxue, the tennis ball slowly appeared in his net.

"Received!"

Taocheng exclaimed in a low voice. Although he knew that Yukimura was great, he also had great expectations for Echizen in a seamless state.

What he didn't expect at all was that Yukimura didn't even start the so-called zero sense state, so he easily received Echizen's counterattack.

"Tezuka, what is going on?!"

Kikumaru looked at Tezuka, a pair of big cat eyes filled with doubts, "Isn't the small limit of perfection in perfect clothes effective for Yukimura? Or..."

Speaking of the latter, there was already a hint of surprise in his tone, and a terrible conjecture appeared deep in his heart. Could it be that Komura Seiichi's tennis has evolved again?

Tezuka shook his head and said nothing.

It's not that the perfection of perfection failed Yukimura, but that Echizen Ryoma does not have the limit of the perfection of the perfection of the Master.

The brilliance of the heavenly clothes can show the same mental pressure as Ashura Shinto in the back.

However, it is clear that Echizen is still unable to put such pressure on Yukimura.

呲呲...

A rush and intense friction sounded from the court.

Echizen's body flickered on the court, and the heel of his shoes slipped a long trace on the court.

boom!

He jumped, and the racket in his hand volleyed down towards the tennis ball.

Da da……

The tennis jumped twice in the half court of Yukimura Village, and then disappeared from the sight of everyone.

"This is a combination of Shenyin and smashing the ball?"

On the stands, Chitose Qianli of Sitianbao Temple reluctantly twitched the corners of his mouth.The learning ability of this kid, Qingxue, is a bit too strong. He and Tachibana’s famous tricks have been absorbed into his tennis system by him.

"Game, Echizen Ryoma, 2-2!"

After the referee announced the new score, Echizen Ryoma's momentum became more and more exciting.

Relying on the brilliance of the seamless limit, he has wiped out the spiritual influence that Yukimura had imposed on him at the beginning.

Echizen raised his hand and pulled the brim of his hat, looking provocatively and proudly at the figure on the opposite side.

Now he finally has a certain amount of confidence to stand in front of these people.

Tezuka, Fuji, Sanada Genichiro, Komura Seiichi, Akuzuhito, Jungshou Yu...

The beating faces constantly flashed through his mind.

Just as Tezuka said to him during the youth exchange trials.

On the road of tennis, one person should never be the goal. When there is a strong opponent by your side, you should constantly surpass and catch up.

Only with such a belief can we truly move towards that position on the top of the mountain.

He is like this, Yukimura is like this, and so is the shirt Yuu.

"Nice look."

Yukimura lowered his eyebrows and smiled lightly.

The fighting spirit displayed by Echizen Ryoma unexpectedly made him feel so familiar.

Then as a qualified opponent.

call……

Yukimura let out a foul breath.

Da da.

Da da.

The tennis ball bounces constantly under his pressure. It doesn't look like a strong arm, but it can cause the tennis ball to bring up a small cloud of smoke with every pressure.

opposite.

Echizen Ryoma's eyes shrank slightly, and he suddenly felt a strange and terrifying aura in Yukimura's body.

coming! !

His thought just came up, and the little mustard tennis ball appeared on the inner corner of his hair extension suddenly like a teleport.

So fast, so accurate...

There was a flash of surprise in the eyes of the few people who could still catch the trajectory of the tennis ball.

Only Xiao Jin, who was watching the game from the sidelines, had his hands stretched on the protective fence in front of him, and the excitement on his face was not concealed at all.

"So strong, everyone is so strong!!"

Seeing such an incredibly exciting game, he just felt that his whole body was going to boil.

Bingdi, Qingxue, Li Haida, there are still so many powerful guys in these teams.

The Shiraishi beside him was groaning.

In the current state of Komura Seiichi, even if Echizen Ryoma crossed the world-class threshold, it would be difficult for him to gain any advantage.

Just as there is a difference between the national level and the national level, when he first entered the national level, he was equally powerless to face Shang Shan Yu.

On the court, the light cyan light shook slightly.

Echizen Ryoma held his breath and raised his concentration to Ultimate, so that his movements were not superfluous, and the racket in his hand was swung down.

boom!

A touch of white light flew upside down, reaching the bottom corner of the other half of Yukimura.

However, in the next moment.

Dark yellow afterimages flashed in Echizen Ryoma's eyes.

"This is... speed up!"

Seeing the new year's speed soaring, his vigilance has greatly increased, and at the same time, he has unconsciously raised a sense of expectation to challenge the unknown.

He has also heard about the various play styles and moves of Seiichi Komura, but for a top tennis player, before he really feels it.

——How can I be willing!

boom!

Unsurprisingly, Yukimura's ball also flew back at a not slow speed.

The faint spin above the tennis ball gives people a sense of hidden murderousness.

Hiss...

Ryoma's face remained unchanged, he touched the ground with his left foot, and gently slid his right foot in front of his body.

I never thought about giving the tennis a chance to land, like Uzumaki's suction, pulling the ball from mid-air to his side.

boom!

There was a crisp sound.

Little cyan light particles rippled at the position where his racket fell.

"Appeared again, Tezuka, your domain."

Fujitsu breathed out a breath of air, smiled at the grim man beside him who said nothing.

Now he was a little bit ridiculous.

Whether it is Nioh Masaharu of Likai University or those of the Master's Selfless Realm, they all regard the hand mound as the first goal of studying and imitating.

Faced with a counterattack that deliberately pulled his position, Yukimura didn't seem to care.

boom!

boom!

...

Just the first ball in the fifth game, the two have actually played against each other for seven or eight minutes.

Suddenly.

Echizen Ryoma only felt a slight change in the feel of his shot. This small deviation made him alert in an instant.

Was it a temptation just now?

He thought of the various situations that Mr. Kan and Minister Tezuka had told him, and he was awe-inspiring.

In the next ball, he took the initiative to change his move.

tread!

Echizen's body took a step forward suddenly.

His wrist flipped the ball and the racket hit sideways.

In the blink of an eye, a blue-white electric light suddenly appeared on the court.

"This is my movement like thunder..."

Sanada's eyes narrowed slightly, and the expression on his face didn't change much, making people never know what he was thinking.

Crackle!

The dazzling blue and white electric light, seemingly unstoppable, fell towards Yukimura's halftime.

"Want to rely on thunder to seize the opportunity?"

A gleam of light flashed in Yukimura's deep purple eyes.

Shit.

The racket in his hand flipped abruptly, the palm of his hand was holding the handle of the racket, his body squatted, and in a swift posture, he rushed toward the thunder light.

"He is going to pick up thunder head-on?!"

Taocheng's eyes widened, as if she was shocked by Yukimura's current action.

Not as shocked as Qingxue's side, many people in Lihai's team sneered.

No one knows Sanada’s Furin volcano better than Yukimura.

"Unfortunately, you are not really Sanada."

The chuckle of Yukimura, along with the dull impact on the handle of the racket, came to Echizen Ryoma's ears.

Boom!

The blue electric light that tore through the sky just now was cut off by the Son of God!

"15-0!"

Outside the venue, the audience's tension temporarily eased. The first ball pulled for nearly ten minutes finally came to an end with a tremor on the ground.

Echizen Ryoma felt his slightly numb palm, and when he looked up, he saw Yukimura's relaxed face smiling at him.

The two looked at each other, and his heart sank.

All the moves he used just now were solved by Yukimura simply and easily.

"Have you started..."

Yukimura lowered his gaze, and an imperceptible smile crossed the corner of his mouth.

Even at the limit of perfection, he Yukimura Seiichi can use his tennis to make him tremble.

People who have no solution are always people, not moves!

With his thoughts rolling, he tossed a tennis ball with his left hand, and swung a racket with his right hand, pressing down fiercely.

boom!

The tennis ball flew out, and on it, a faint purple light flashed quietly with a hint of mystery.

Echizen Ryoma didn't dare to neglect, but quickly stepped forward and came to the top of the tennis ball.

He lifted the racket with his left hand, aimed at the golden light that had just bounced, and fell decisively.

"Um?"

The expression on his face was solemn, and the light cyan glow on his arm was a bit dim. At this moment, he suddenly felt that the tennis ball on his racket became extremely heavy.

With a clear and clear will, he quickly got rid of this discomfort.

Echizen's body stepped forward, and with the help of the impact of the kick, the tennis ball rubbed a short distance on his racket, and his wrist shook violently.The tennis ball followed his line of sight and swiped back.

However, what came into view next was a pair of very icy purple eyes.

In Yukimura's feeling, the tennis in front of him has become ordinary and ordinary.

The only thing he has to do now is to hit the tennis ball on the opposite side.

Think of it this way, and do it.

In the pure black world that belonged exclusively to Yukimura, there was no trace of light blue light shining in.

"Here, Minister's zero sense state!"

Kirihara yelled from the sidelines. Before, Yukimura used this state to perfectly resist Tezuka Kunomitsu's selfless brilliance.

So...for the first-year kid in Qingxue, it's natural.

Yukimura also proved to him with his own actions before that even if he did not take the road of perfection, he still had a way to resist the glory of perfection.

Yukimura, who landed on his left half, had a very firm arm. The sweet spot area of ​​his racket perfectly covered the tennis ball.

boom!

Smoke and dust swayed from the sides of his racket.

Then, the tennis ball turned into a sharp white light that pierced the space, passed through the midfield defended by Echizen Ryoma, and landed on the bottom line of the backcourt.

Cang Dang!

The tennis ball that flew out hit a deep hole in the protective iron net.

"30-0!"

Ryoma turned his head in astonishment and looked at the ball mark on the bottom line behind him.

The ball just now seemed to completely penetrate his perception, causing the scene in front of him to suddenly turn into a black and white color.

Yukimura ignored Echizen Ryoma's surprise, his movements were extremely focused and concise.

boom!

Toss the ball to draw the pat, all in one go.

The tennis ball fell at a high speed, and it seemed that he didn't want to give Echizen Ryoma any chance to breathe.

Huh!

Ryoma's figure swayed, and if anyone noticed his feet, he would be able to spot the small broken steps of one foot, which he had already incorporated into the counterattack movement.

The racket in his hand was straightened and fished from the bottom.

Bang!

A fierce collision sounded from his racket, and at the same time, a painful color appeared on his face, and his wrists trembled violently.

Snapped!

The tennis ball was simply paddled, which once again surprised many people.

It seems that the bang that hit the ear just now is an illusion.

Immediately afterwards, they saw the elegant figure of Yukimura leaping up.

boom!

Yukimura's body exerted strength, his wrists clasped the racket, and the ball hit the ball hard.

The blurry light and shadow flashed past Echizen Ryoma's eyes, making him a little stunned.

"40-0!"

...

boom!

"Game, Seiichi Komura, 3-2!"

"Exchange venue!"

For a while, Echizen only felt a little dazed by his being beaten. His clothes were seamless and weird did not play any role.

During the break time, he put a white towel on his head to cover his eyes on both sides.

He was backtracking the game quickly, and he kept flashing in his mind the various changes and moves that Yukimura had made in the fifth game.

After a minute and a half.

The two played again.

Ryoma didn't hesitate at all, and directly used four zeros to serve, trying to buy time for himself.

There was nothing wrong with the first three goals, but at the fourth goal, Yukimura moved!

His body was as fast as a bolt of lightning, and his racket jerked toward the tennis ball.

One centimeter before the landing, the frame of the racket in his hand sank into the grass.

Then, Yukimura's forearm exerted force, and the clear muscle lines on it could be vaguely seen.

Wow!

A pick on his racket.

After that, under the stunned expressions of the Qingxue people, the tennis ball flew up with a piece of turf.

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