Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

"How did things turn out to be like this."

Looking at the two facing each other on the court, Xiang Riyue's expression changed and couldn't stop muttering.

The aura and expression of Shang Yuu now are completely different from usual.

"Xiang Ri, don't forget where we are now." Shinzu's eyes flashed, and he reached out and patted the former on the shoulder.

As one of the eight people who were briefly selected at the beginning, Renzu knew very clearly what he was relying on to speak. It can be said that if you have no strength, then there is no right to speak.

The strong never care about the opinions of the weak.

The sudden change in the middle court even affected the ongoing games on both sides of the court.

Tokugawa Kazuya's movements stopped, letting ten tennis balls fall beside him messily.

He looked at the high part of the stand.

"Is it here..."

"what?"

Echizen Ryoma frowned silently, and then followed his gaze.

Only then did I discover that there was already a group of powerful guys, looking at them from the heights of the stands.

Is this an army?

He saw the look in Byodoin Phoenix's eyes among the crowd, and his heart trembled slightly.

at this time.

"Boom!"

A loud noise on the court next door attracted their attention.

The sky was full of smoke and dust, and two figures in red team uniforms were faintly visible.

"That's it for today."

Tokugawa did not wait for Echizen Ryoma's reaction and directly terminated the game unilaterally.

With that person present, how could he finish the current match with the person in front of him with peace of mind, and... he also noticed the reopening of Oni Jujiro's battle.

Echizen remained silent. Because he suddenly saw Tokugawa Kazuya's eyes changed.

"Do you have an opponent that you will defeat even if you die?" Tokugawa's words that night came to his mind again.

Echizen swept the scoreboard on the sidelines, 6-4 and the unfinished 4-3 were very eye-catching.

But this time, he only had respect for the man in front of him.

"Are you kidding me?"

An angry voice came out through the smoke and dust, and then another loud noise rang out from the outer wall.

簌簌~

After one goal, the confrontation in the middle court seemed to temporarily stop.

When the smoke cleared, everyone saw the flying rocks and huge round pits appearing behind Shangshangyou.

And he himself stood calmly in the backcourt.

"What's the matter, why doesn't the boy in the shirt fight back?"

The big Qulong in the high stands scratched his head.

For two consecutive games, the shirt Yu either did not catch the ghost ball, or did not return after serving. This somewhat inexplicable situation made him very puzzled.

"Before the ghost, two games have been played." Yue Zhi Yueguang's cold voice made everyone's heart suddenly startled.

Duke. Watanabe was a little dazed: "So, is he giving the ghost time to recover?"

"Just let go of two games, it's so bold."

Kaji Fengdo gently stroked the tips of his hair, I have to say that this way of topping Yu is very rare in their U17. After all, the shuffle inside their army is thrilling every time, let alone. Facing such a powerful figure as Oni Jujiro, whose strength is unfathomable.

"Dare to irritate ghosts so much, let me see what your confidence and confidence are." There was a look of expectation in the eyes of Byodoin. He should know the two people off the court best.

If you look at the situation where he played against Shangshan Yu last time, the other party should be no different from the previous ghost, but after such a long period of time, no one knows that these two people have undergone those amazing changes.

"The three-stage words..." He smiled awkwardly in his heart.

On the middle court, in the face of the ghost's anger, Shang Shan Yu didn't reply. He just smiled, lowered his head, and lightly tapped the tennis ball in his hand.

Da Da, Da Da...

The sound of a tennis ball hitting the ground was exceptionally clear, as if it was hitting everyone's heart.

"call......"

A scorching breath squirted from the mouth of the shirt Yuu, and warm and vigorous strength surged from his body and limbs.

"Then, let this game officially begin."

boom!

His chuckle only fell, and the tennis ball had already been swept across the court.

There was a muffled sound.

A scorched mark was left on the inner corner of the hair-receiving area.

The speed of tennis was so fast that the people on the court did not react to it for a while.

"Ok... so fast."

I don't know who made such a sigh, and most of the outsiders were silent.

In other words, can they receive such a serve?

"Senior Ghost, if you are only at this level, then it would be too disappointing."

The understatement of shirt Yu made many high school students' eyelids jump.

No one has been able to say such a thing directly in front of a ghost before.

"Boy in the shirt, please come and try it." Oni Jujiro looked straight over and said in a deep voice.

"Well!"

Huh!

The shirt was thrown up, and the tennis ball flew high above his head.

He raised his head slightly, the hot air flow vented from the corner of his mouth, and the racket that had been lifted behind him slammed out at the moment the tennis ball fell!

boom!

It seemed as if a fiery red arc flashed.

Many people were forced to take a step back by the turbulent, red flame-like aura.

Facing the direct ball coming from the front, Oni Jujiro's eyes condensed. The ball in front of me seems to have little power, but it condenses the power to Ultimate.

However, when he fights positively, he Gui Jujirou has never flinched.

boom!

He jumped forward on one foot. Ashura Shinto's dark and purple aura emerged directly from behind.

"BlackTomahawk!"

A vigorous roar came from his throat, and the racket with the red frame in his hand hit the tennis ball that bounced like a red flame with an amazing aura.

It seems that sparks burst out from the strings.

call out!

Then a sharp sound of breaking through the air sounded, and the compressed air once again rolled back the smoke and dust outside.

"Good coming!"

His light brown eyes lit up, and his exhalation became more violent.

Whizzing!

His figure is like a smart flame, and he has been blocked in front of the tennis ball during the change.

Hiss...

The explosive power that made the cells tremble spewed out from all over the body, and Yuu's eyes were dyed in red gold at this moment.

tread! !

A spider web-like pattern suddenly appeared on the ground under the sole of his foot, and the racket in his hand was waving a red gold in the space in front of him.

Boom!

"Roar~"

A dragon chant sounded loudly above the court.

"Uranus·Fire Thunder God!"

The shirt stood up, exhaled slowly and turned around.

At this time, a long gully has been left on the ground of the court, and the turf on the shuttle path of the tennis ball has long been ignited.

Oni Jujiro stood still on the spot, staring at the back of Yuu Yuu with anger.

The ball just now was a perfect combination of speed and power. He didn't react for a while, and there seemed to be a scene of the red golden dragon head whizzing by.

On the high stand, the hearts of all members of the army burst. Seeing the figure who got serious and suppressed Oni Juujiro, he was lost in thought.

"Unconsciously, he has grown so strong."

Tanjima rubbed his own tiger's mouth. Although he had expected it in his heart, he still sighed when he saw this scene.

Some people's growth rate is so fast that it is so difficult to understand.

The last time the shirt Yu defeated the Greek genius Zeus, his performance was not so strong, and this is still a situation where he has not appeared in another dimension.

Byodoin hummed softly, and his eyes became sharper.

He clasped his hands in front of his chest and clenched his fists, and his heart was also ignited by the matchup off the court.

Longing for opponents has always been the constant thought of these people.

boom!

Without waiting for other people's reaction, Yu Yu gave another ball.

After scoring two points in a row, he only felt that his heart became more and more healthy. Last year, he felt a lot of pressure when facing the ghosts who started the Ashura Shinto.

And now...

.........

Tatata!

On the opposite side of the court, Oni Jujiro was not affected by the last goal. He quickly drew it to his backhand sideways, and his upside-down red hair fluttered frantically.

The breath released from him became more and more violent and terrifying.

Bah...bah...

After the ghost's soles pressed against the ground and bullied himself to the point where the tennis ball fell, his sturdy arm lifted and pulled, bringing the racket to shoulder height.

He already understood in his heart that the shirt Yu was no different from the opponents he encountered while traveling around the world.

"Tops, step into hell!"

The ghost shouted in a low voice, and when the arm was waving forward, a dark purple light was drawn.

And suddenly, a huge dark purple arm stretched out in the breath tumbling behind him. The muscles on it bulged, like a small hill, giving people an unmatched terrifying pressure.

It makes the scalp numb for a while!

When the tennis ball reached a certain height, Oni Jujiro's arrogant body stepped forward at the same time, and the racket in his hand was also overlapped with the solid Oni God arm.

Rumble!

A huge explosion sounded, and one side of the court seemed to have set off several levels of gusts.

All the middle school students took a step back again.

Is this kind of tennis that has exceeded their imagination really still human beings can play?

"This is what the seniors of Tiandao said, the real different dimension?" Baishi exhaled, but his eyes were full of exploration.

The terrifying sight just now, but even they outside the court could see clearly.

The figure of Shang Shan Yu has been covered by the smoke again.

Just when everyone thought this would be another extremely fierce collision.

"Type Eleven..."

The sound that rang out of thin air on the opposite court suddenly silenced the whole court.

The surging wave engulfed Jujiro Oni. At the same time, the group of people close to the court were all pulled in, and the upright moves once again rewritten everyone's perception of tennis.

Just as their hearts were shaking violently, the shirt in the center of Wang Yang opened his eyes.

He whispered softly: "Nai!"

Although a word is light, it stops everything.

In the world he constructed, everything was stopped at this moment.

"Boom!"

The shirt was gently stepped on the toes, and the mirror-like world was rippling.

For a moment, everyone woke up with a look of horror on their faces.

"This is the real strength of the shirt?"

As soon as this idea came out of their minds, it couldn't stop growing and spreading.

And behind Oni Jujiro,

The mustard yellow ball was slowly rolling out of the court.

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