Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

boom!

The tennis ball fell like thunder.

While running, Fuji barely knocked the tennis ball back with the edge of the racket.

However, immediately following,

It was the chuckle of "Song Yuu" again.

"too slow!"

Huh!

On the opposite side of the court, a tall figure jumped up, and the racket in his hand was speaking, bringing up afterimages.

boom!

The racket touches the net.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the dazzling golden light passed through Bu Er's side and crashed near the bottom line of his backcourt.

"Game, Nioh Masaharu, 1-0!"

"Exchange venue!"

Soon, the referee's voice rang from the side.

The face covered by Nioh's slender fingers slid down, and the whole person was like a dream, and it became the original appearance again.

Under his light blue flowing hair, was a face with a sly smile.

"Fuji, how about my surprise?"

Niwang held the racket in his left hand and placed it on his shoulder, looking at the face with a chuckle, still somewhat at a loss.

The moves he is currently performing are very simple, but they are just two words to attack the heart.

"Before, you lost to that guy too."

Hearing Nioh's words, Fu Er's body was even more shocked. He didn't expect that the other party would also know what happened to him and Shang Shan Yu during the special training on the beach.

Fuji lowered his gaze and said nothing.

When the two staggered and walked past the side of the field, Fujia paused and swept away the fox-headed boy who walked past him with his head up.

Um?

There was a strange flash in his ice blue eyes.

...

"Fuji-senior, come on!"

"Fuji, come on, burning!"

But before he had time to think about it, he heard the cheering from the youth on the court.

It turned out that they saw that Fuji was in a trance and thought, and they thought that Fuji was still worried. They didn't react from the phantom that the other party had transformed, so they immediately looked for opportunities to give him spiritual encouragement.

Especially Taocheng Kawamura, even if they did not play this game, they still want to pass on their determination to the best on the court.

Even the phantom that Nioh turned out this time is the mountain that has been pressing on the hearts of everyone in their middle school now.

call……

Buer breathed a sigh of relief and smiled gently.

Then stepped towards the bottom line of his own backcourt.

Bang bang bang.

Do not press the tennis ball lightly with the palm of the second hand, staring at the ground with a gleam in the icy blue eyes, "You can't be that person after all!"

"And... I am no longer the same as the one who used to help."

Fuji refreshed his thoughts.

He quickly found out the strange things Nioh had shown in the first game.

Snapped!

Tezuka shook the tennis ball, and Fuji raised his eyes, looking at the figure on the opposite side that had troubled him for a long time.

Swish a few times.

The tennis ball twisted and fell freely from his fingers.

Then, Fujitsu raised his arms seemingly very casually, and the pale cyan racket drew an elegant arc in the air.

boom!The tennis ball flashed quickly, and after its topspin floated over the middle net, it suddenly jumped up and down, left and right.

"Will the serve disappear?"

Nioh Masaharu smiled dumbly, "After all, this is just a cut serve."

His phantom shirt flickered, and in the blink of an eye he pulled himself back several positions.

Whirr.

The gray-white skirt of "Songshang Yu" flew, and the racket in his hand brought out a fierce wind.

This scene fell into Fuji's eyes, he seemed to be able to faintly guess, the next moment there was another thunder light.

Crackling!

as predicted.

The racket hit the tennis ball for a moment, and then another meandering golden thunder light roared out of Niou Masaharu's racket.

Its speed and power are exactly the same as the counterattacks that Yuu Yuu usually uses.

At the same time, this brilliant thunder light is also shocking.

And just now.

boom!

A tremor spread across the court.

"This is... received it from the front?!"

All eyes were placed on the figure with closed eyes on the court.

Before their shock dissipated, I saw no more than two weeks to help lift the arm.

call out!

The two originally large arcs of the pulling curve were brought into a straight line by him.

Boom!

The tennis ball ejected from the bottom corner of the other end of Niou Masaharu.

Only the "Song Yuu" with a look of astonishment left.

"This guy, don't use my image to make such an expression." His shirt was full of black lines and looked at Nioh Masaharu below.

The so-called illusion of the other party is nothing but a mere appearance.

Maybe the mental mood is very real, but the speed and explosiveness, as well as the specially imitated breathing style, are a bit far-fetched.

His breathing method is practical, improving his physical fitness step by step, giving him a rather terrifying physique. But Nioh is at the expense of physical strength, forcibly playing the kind of tennis that combines speed and power.

"If the heart attack is successful, there may be some effects, but it's a pity..."

Trace Department leaned back on the chair with Erlang's legs tilted, and shook his head in disdain. In order to achieve that shocking effect, Nioh Masaharu took a lot of physical strength at the beginning.

"He shouldn't have expected the current determination of Fuer Zhousuke." Shinzu standing next to him, said in a deep voice.

Although Nioh Masaharu is very good at playing with human nature, for some people, this approach is not a good strategy.

Nioh looked at the other side and closed his eyes, his face really didn't look good.

"Mindful..."

He lowered his gaze slightly, and at this time the phantom of the shirt on his body had already been lifted.

Compared to the other people he is more familiar with, the data on Shangshan You is indeed a bit vague here, especially the special breathing method, which is impossible to figure out at all.

Since Cao Si has been seen through by the opposite side, now he no longer wastes energy, forcibly carrying out that kind of high-speed volley.

"Give up?"

Buer opened his eyes thoughtfully, and he looked at the Nioh who had returned to his original form in front of him, with a knowing smile on his face.

In the state of mind, he only needs to focus all his attention on the tennis ball. The mental mood that Nioh specially imitated has little effect and intervention on him.

And it is impossible for the other party to insist on the consumption...

Because that kind of amazing move is not the ability of the shirt Yuu, but his eruption of Nioh Yazhi himself.

I had a glimpse before, and the darker back of the clothes is the best proof.

簌簌~

Feeling a breeze blowing on his face, the smile on Fuji's face became even more unpredictable.

This wind is very good.

So next...

"Wind Song Sonata-Falling Sakura!"

With a silent voice in Fuji's heart, the racket raised high quietly merged into the gap of the wind.

Then, just fall!

boom!

A sharp tremor pierced the air, and then Nioh felt a sharp wind blade slashing past his ears.

Puff!

Just about to raise his arm to fight back, he subconsciously ducked to the side.

"30-0!"

Nioh glanced at his inner corner of the court, the deep trace, indigo-colored eyes still had a trace of fear.

If he didn't pay attention just now and forcibly used his racket to catch the ball, he might be injured.

"It's worthy of being a genius."

call.

King Ni took a deep breath, bowed halfway, and took a deep look at the figure on the opposite side.

That being the case.

Buzzing!

His figure shook for a while, as if there was a second figure appearing beside him, slowly overlapping with himself.

The newly born phantom is slender, with short brown hair swaying in the wind, and under the silver framed glasses, there are a pair of serious and calm eyes.

"Is it finally here... Tezuka Kunomi..."

The trace body sits slightly upright, his eyes gleaming.

But immediately, a playful smile appeared on his face.

"Unexpectedly, Qingxue's Shuangbi will one day compete in the official arena."

The last time Nioh turned into Tezuka's appearance was at last year's West Blue Shore Exchange Tournament, but at that time he and Fuji formed a doubles.

"You said, can he use Tezuka's clothes seamlessly?" Shang Yuu's eyes lit up slightly, and he interjected with a smile.

After hearing the words, everyone in the Ice Emperor flashed a look of surprise on their faces, and then hesitated.

"It should be... impossible."

Xiang Riyueren slowly shook his head, and drove out the exaggerated idea that suddenly appeared in his mind.

If Nioh can imitate even the limit of seamlessness, then this is really unacceptable.

Especially for those who are still struggling to find the way of selflessness.

Thinking of this, he secretly glanced at the silent foot.

Everyone in the Ice Emperor had some uncertain guesses, and finally turned their eyes to the person who asked this weird question.

Shang Xian Yu spread his hands silently: "Don't look at me, I don't know."

"Tops...you guy..."

The corners of the mouth of the trace part twitched slightly.

He didn't expect that shirt Yu was also a bachelor, so he answered so simply.

But at the same time, he was a little relieved in his heart. He was afraid that Shang Yuu directly said that Nioh could perfectly phantom the limit of perfection.

He knew very well how a headache was that kind of weird and powerful brilliance.

The Bingdi position was noisy.

Unlike the relaxed atmosphere of Bingdi's joking and discussion, the team members of Qingxue and Lihai University were much more nervous.

"Fuji, go on with your best."

"Tezuka" said seriously.

Looking at this familiar figure, he once again shook his racket with his second-hand palm.

As early as last year in the doubles match with his partner, he recognized that the opponent was not the real Tezuka at all.

Even if the body shape and voice are similar.

A cold light flashed through Fuji's blue eyes.

Huh!

He tossed the tennis ball over his head, and then with a bang, the court again appeared as beautiful as a Sakura flower withered.

A few Sakura flowers floated quietly from mid-air, attracting everyone's attention, but what lurked under the beauty was a surge of murderous intent.

Buzzing.The trembling sound of the beat string followed a gentle wind to the ears of "Tezuka" on the opposite side.

"it's here."

Nioh's eyes gleamed, his steps stepped to the left, and the racket in his hand was inserted obliquely at a downward angle.

Snapped!

The brilliance of the hard-worked limit cut off the special will on the tennis ball.

Afterwards, the tennis ball turned into a white glow and swung back more intensely.

"Waiting for you for a long time..."

Fuji's voice came softly, and King Ren's eyes trembled.

He looked up, only to realize that Fuji had already bullied himself and came near the midfield. The opponent's feet were straddling right and left, and his bow arms raised the racket.

"Six-fold hit back, and the Phoenix returned to the nest."

A soft groan was heard, and then a waning moon-like arc suddenly appeared over the court.

There was a bang.

The racket that traversed the past completely rubbed from the top of the tennis ball. With the slight shaking of Fuji's wrist, he flew out suddenly.

The golden streamer was like a phoenix spreading its wings. After Nioh's frontcourt quickly fell to the ground, he wanted to slide out along the surface.

"Successful, the phoenix of the predecessor is still in the nest!"

Horio shouted with excitement.

But soon, his face looked like constipation, and he saw that the slightly bouncing tennis ball, with a fierce topspin, flew toward Nioh's side.

"It's Minister Tezuka's domain!"

Katsuro Kato next to him whispered.

Nioh's surroundings are like a Uzumaki, and the swirling air current attracts the tennis ball.

boom!

The tennis ball was almost pressed into a straight line, towards the corner of Fuji's bottom line.

Although Buer just relied on serving to seize the opportunity in the front court, he also exposed the dead ends at both ends of his bottom line.

Step on!

Fuji's figure is like the wind, very elegant.

In about a few steps, he caught up before the tennis ball hits the ground.

boom!

His backhand pressed hard, and the tennis ball flew high towards the sky.

"Senior Nioh's chance ball!"

Kirara's eyes lit up, but then he immediately denied the idea, "No, it's not right. Qingxue's Fujie Zhousuke also has a trick specially used to counter smashes."

He can think of this, and so can Nioh.

Seeing that "Tezuka" was not in a hurry, the whirling Tezuka field once again sucked in the high-altitude tennis ball. Then, he raised his hand and raised his racket, and lightly slashed towards the slowly falling tennis ball.

Zero short ball is his choice.

"what?!"

However, at the next moment, another half-moon-shaped golden arc suddenly appeared on the opposite court.

"The Phoenix is ​​still in its nest..."

Niwang looked at Budu intently, and found that the other party was also looking at "Tezuka" with a smile.

"40-0!"

When the referee's voice fell.

Horio and Kato were excitedly hugging the first-year students.

"Very good!"

Kikumaru also looked excited. The shot just now obviously seduce the opponent to play a zero form again, and made the final counterattack with that slight topspin.

"This is where Fuji is really powerful."

Gan Zhenzhi did not make a sound, but sighed in his own heart.

Before Echizen Ryoma arrived, the two talents Fuji and Tezuka were the most difficult people to collect information and information in Qingxue.

"Fuji, bloom your brilliance."

Tezuka crossed his chest and stood on the sidelines. His eyes were fixed on Buu who was off the court, and his eyes were full of expectation and trust.

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