Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

Early the next morning.

A large number of junior and high school students have gathered beside a certain stadium used for training at the base.

They wore clothes of three different colors, the expeditionary army with red as the main body and black lines as the division, the reserve students with white as the main body and red and black stripes, and the Avengers who finally returned from the back mountain with black as the main body. Legion.

People are mixed.

Vaguely still can see many students wearing the badge of the First Army.

"Tsk tsk, this time the bottom ten of the first army is a disastrous defeat." Tanajima walked next to Shang Shan Yu, and after looking around, he smiled and said with emotion.

Most of the badges were taken away by the middle school students in this training camp.

"They look down on the people behind them too much." Shang Shan You shook his head.

And because of the special competition system of this year's World Championship, the list of personnel will eventually be decided by the supervising coach of Three Boats. It is not completely determined now.

His eyes flickered, "Senior Tanjima, this selection will not be that simple. The badge is probably just a reference."

"Oh? It looks like you have already guessed it?" Tanjima heard this, and the corners of his mouth evoked a big arc.

This year's World Championship is unsurprisingly, probably like this.

The two whispered a few words on the side of the court.

Not long.

Today's two protagonists have come to the side of the stadium.

Byodoin was still looking domineering, and in the direction he walked, other members unconsciously gave him a way.

Tokugawa looked calm, looking at the venue in front of him, his deep eyes rippled, as if he was back at that time a year ago.

When he said, "Is there no spine anymore in this training camp?" Byodoin made its move.

It was during that game that his pride as an overseas elite was completely shattered.

Everything......

Time passed, and when he looked back, he once again stood in front of Byodoin Temple.

"This game is about to begin."

Hearing the soft voice floating in his ears, Shibu turned his head to look, and found that Fujitsu was standing beside him solemnly, with a shiny No. 13 badge on the collar.

His complexion darkened slightly, and he snorted softly.

Last night, Yajutsu did the same, wandering in front of him a few times inadvertently.

The trace department ignored this guy and directly focused on the court.

After yesterday's match with Irie Sudo, he seemed to have found the door to a further step.

Unfortunately, for some reason, he couldn't open a gap at all.

Now this can be said to be a contest for the first name, he naturally hopes to draw some different inspirations from it.

It's not just his side.

Tachikawa’s Sanada and Nioh, Chitose Chisato’s Tachibana, and most of the members of the First Army have a great interest in this game.

At the same time, inside the small dark room of the base building.

Three tall figures are also in front of the monitor, watching all this.

"It seems that this duel is still inevitable." Saito Zhi said with a smile on his face.

Hearing this, the black man on the side gently rubbed his slightly curled long hair, and slowly said, "Isn't this situation exactly what you have been expecting?"

There is a hint of irony in his words, and Saito, who is gentle on the surface, is undoubtedly much colder than him.

Not long ago, the means to temper the will and determination of middle school students also came from this hand. Now that the other party actually said the words just now, it was a bit hypocritical.

"No, this is not my credit." Saito's eyes were blank, and he smiled softly as if he wanted to recall something: "It is his own persistent spiritual will that can support him to this day."

The coach Tuo Zhi behind the two embraced his arms and said nothing.

Speaking of which, his physical coach should be the most harmless one in the base.

.........

"At the start of the game, the first serve by Byodoin Phoenix..."

After the referee on the high chair was ready, he announced loudly.

Just the next moment.

boom!

A vigorous and heavy flapping sound has already sounded.

The tennis ball exploded with golden light at Tokugawa's feet and shot up at a large inclination.

Just the sound of a tennis ball landing made everyone on the sidelines jump.

The sound of this trembling ground has shown the power of tennis.

Tokugawa pursed his mouth slightly, his dark purple eyes flashed, he stepped and pulled his body to the side, while his center of gravity deflected, his arms swung his racket to bring out a afterimage in the air.

Bang!

The turbulent air flow blew his slender hair up, and the tennis ball flew towards the bottom line of the other half of Byodoin in the same strong posture.

"Good vibe."

Byodoin chased after the tennis ball, and his dark face showed a wanton smile.

Step on!

His steps slanted, pressed against the ground.

The racket in his hand had already been swung out before the flaps of the fluttering clothes had fallen down.

boom!

There is no tennis track in midair.

When the golden light appeared again, a cloud of smoke was raised directly at the bottom corner of Tokugawa.

"15-0!"

The referee's voice immediately sounded.

In just two or three rounds, the suffocating pressure was like a tide, surging towards the outside of the field.

boom!

"30-0!"

......

boom!

"1-0!"

......

boom!

"1-1!"

On the court shrouded in smoke and dust, the two faced each other across the net, and the turbulent aura collided in the space in front of the two.

On the sidelines, Irrie played more than ever, and his expression was very solemn. When he saw Tokugawa successfully won his serve, his frowning eyebrows relaxed slightly.

The prestige engraved in the hearts of the people by Byodo-in Temple was too deep.

But fortunately, Tokugawa has worked hard for more than a year, regardless of his body, and has been effective.

Thinking of the promise that the other party had left him and the ghost, Irue could not help muttering in his heart: "Tokugawa-kun, go all out."

boom!

Another turbulent air flow shuttled across the court.

However, the next moment, it was firmly covered by a racket with a pure black frame.

Chi Chi Chi Chi ~

Tokugawa allowed the tennis ball to whine in his net, and his wrist shook steadily.

call out!

The tennis ball was squeezed into a slender spindle, and the sharp whistling made Byodoin's complexion changed.

Click!

The racket in his hand was directly knocked to the ground, and the palm of his hand could not stop shaking.

Byodoin raised his eyes and looked up, just in time for Tokugawa Kazuya's resolute look in his eyes.

"I said, I am no longer the me who I used to be." Tokugawa's gaze fell on Byodoin's raised wrist, with a serious tone: "This time, I will defeat you!"

After speaking, he squatted slightly, and the deep breath on his body rolled.

For today, he has already bet everything.

Just to be able to catch up with Byodoin Phoenix's footsteps and keep pace with him!

"The breath of Ashura Shinto."

Byodoin squinted his eyes sideways, and a flash of remembrance flashed in his eyes.

At the beginning, he also passed the game with Oni Jujiro, and then he chose to embark on the road to the ultimate Ashura Shinto.

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