Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

"Next, start a singles match,"

During the broadcast, a refreshing voice came, and the audience who had been resting on the sidelines immediately cheered up and moved their eyes to the court.

"It was assisted by Niou Masaharu, the middle school affiliated with Lihai University, against the Youth Academy."

Singles are here!

Inoue kept his mind, and immediately raised the camera on his chest and looked towards the court below.

Maybe Niou Masaharu is not as famous as Yukimura Seiichi and Sanada Genichiro, but from what he has learned, the opponent's abilities and strengths are quite terrifying.

"This is probably another top-notch showdown!"

"Um?!"

Shiba Saori was slightly startled, she turned her head and looked at Inoue's two eyes carefully, "Senior, isn't Tachikai University's Niwang usually in the doubles combination?"

Inoue obeyed, shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Shiba Saori still doesn't know much about the specific situations in tennis matches. With Nioh Masaharu's phantom that is sufficiently fake and real, he can often deal with most players.

Only the two phantoms of Tracebe and Tezuka that he had shown before have been able to cause headaches for many people.

Think about what happens when your opponent just adapts to one of these tennis styles, and then you immediately switch to another very special tennis style?

Coupled with the phantom he had transformed, he had almost the same ability as himself.

Whether it is offensive or defensive, Nioh Masaharu can play the opponent in applause.

"But...Isn't the young scholar the same..."

He fumbled his chin and began to think.

...

"At the beginning of the game, the game will be decided by King Lihai Daren first."

The referee's voice rang.

The two were silent in front of the net, and after looking at each other, each turned and walked towards the backcourt.

Now the fate of the two teams rests on both of them, so whether it is the usually gentle black-bellied Fu, or the cunning and funny Nioh, the expressions are very serious at this time.

"What to do? Why do I feel so nervous!"

At the edge of the Qingxue team, Horio held his arms with both hands and rubbed vigorously.

Hearing what he said, Seiro on the side couldn't help but swallowed, "Yes, obviously the game hasn't started yet, but just watching the two of them face off like this, I feel so nervous."

The first graders of Qingxue understand how incredible their team can equalize the score under normal circumstances.

The opponent is a super team that has won a championship and a runner-up.

"First grade, stop talking."

Taocheng snorted towards this side, not knowing whether it was nervousness or something, but his voice was actually trembling slightly.

Horio and others trembled, straightened their waists, and responded loudly, "Yes!"

They then turned their attention to the figure with a handful of braids on the court.

Da da.

Da da.

Nioh Masaharu was tapping the tennis ball lightly on the bottom line of the backcourt. His drooping face was covered by shadows, and no one could see what he was thinking at this time.

"Who will he turn into?"

The powerful move of Nioh Illusion is no longer a secret, but it is impossible for everyone to predict what Nioh chooses to transform this time.

Tezuka, or the trace of the Ice Emperor?

Or is it someone else?

Kan Sadaji pushed his glasses lightly, and was muttering in his heart: "The probability of choosing Tezuka is almost 60%, the probability of choosing Otobe is almost 20%, and the probability of rotating Sanada or Yukimura is almost 9%. "

Thinking of this, even he himself was slightly surprised. These illusions were top players that he assumed that Nioh could imitate. In this way, the opponent's tactical strategy can be described as flexible and changeable on the court.

"The fraudster on the court."

His fingers were on his nose, and the white glow in his eyes flickered. He was using his eyesight to see through the special light emerging from Nioh.

"Hehe, coming."

But the next moment, after hearing this familiar voice, Trace's pupils shook suddenly, and the smile raised at the corner of his mouth froze in place, and he looked at his side with an incredulous expression.

That is……

Seeing the sudden start of figures on the court, the audience outside the court took a breath.

Crackling!

A golden thunder light flashed across the court.

The tennis ball never flew out from the outer corner of the first area, and his whole person was frozen in place, a winding golden light was reflected in the ice blue eyes, and the shock inside had not dissipated. .

"1...15 to 0!"

The referee's voice slowed down.

He also turned his head to look at the stadium on his left hand side. The boy with light blue broken hair had disappeared. At this time, he appeared on the stadium with light brown short hair and wearing the team uniform of the ice emperor. Silhouette.

"How is it possible, how did he do it!!"

Nioh scored with a single blow, and the people on Qingxue's side were dumbfounded after being surprised.

At this time, the boy with light brown hair on the court slightly raised his eyes, and showed a kind smile at Fu Er on the opposite court.

Everyone stared at the scene off the court for a few more times, and then turned their gazes to the Ice Emperor's camp on the stands.

There was also a handsome boy who was exactly the same, with a chuckle on his face.

"Sweater Yu..."

Fuji took a deep breath and calmed down his current mood.

Although he also knew that the person opposite was made by Nioh's phantom, he found that he couldn't let go of thinking about this situation.

The grip of the racket was squeaked by him, and the knuckles of the palm were already white.

The dusty memory was awakened again.

He now seemed to be back at the night beside the beach.

It was there that he saw his weakness for the first time in the hands of Jackie Yu.

The score is 6-0.

To this day, it is also a hurdle that he has not really crossed the past.

"Playing with me, being distracted is not a good thing."

Boom!

Everyone only felt their eardrums tremble slightly, and then a bright thunder descended on Budu's hair extension line.

"30-0!"

"It's generally the same as that man's moves."

Seeing the same scene again, everyone in Qingxue was more sure now that Nioh had truly changed his shirt for Mirage.

"What should I do now?!"

Kikumaru's face was bitter, and only those of them who had been to the U17 training camp would understand how terrifying Sung Yuu was.

Although Fujie has evolved in this way, he really couldn't believe that they could win against this person.

"what!"

He yelled in distress and rubbed his short dark red hair vigorously.

The others in Qingxue didn't reply.

At this time, they all understood Kikumaru's current mood, because they thought so too.

Only Tezuka, his eyes flickered as he watched the shirt on the field, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

hiss……

A large amount of air flowed out from the gap in the corner of "SongSheng Yu"'s mouth, and there was a burst of neighing.

"No two, I'm going to continue!"

boom!

Shocking thunder light fell.

The light and windy expression on his face was set off more clearly.

"Even the way of breathing is the same."

Shido Ryo and Xiang Riyue looked at each other, and they both saw the horror in each other's eyes.

It's no secret that the shirt has practiced kendo and has his own unique way of breathing. However, they did not expect that Nioh could even imitate this inner way exactly the same.

They couldn't help but look at the shirt Yuu who was not far away, wanting to see how the imitated master feels.

"Ajiuzin, do you feel surprised?"

Jackie Yu was talking to Akuzu who came next to him. The latter also came to him with a solemn expression after seeing the scene off the court.

Hearing this slightly ridiculous chuckle, Ajiu Jin looked away from the field. He whispered in his heart, but his mouth was hard and ruthless: "It's just a way to scare people. I can lie to that visionless guy."

Hearing the words, Tsung Yuu smiled and shook his head, "This is not a way to frighten people. The other party's move completely disrupted Bu Er's mood."

"He also lost to you before?" Ajujin asked with a raised eyebrow.

He's not a stupid person. When Jackie Yu said that, he instantly figured out why Nioh did it.

The shirt narrowed his eyes and touched his chin, "If I'm not mistaken, then I should be the first person to wake him up."

"Ha ha……"

I don't know what he thought of, Yajiu Jin gave an angry look at the shirt, then turned around and walked towards the back two rows of seats.

Is it the first one?

How can I not care about it.

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