Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

"Then... let this uncle see how your weight is~"

Puff!

As soon as the referee's voice fell, the tennis ball in the hands of the track department had been hit and flew out by him.

Click!

Tennis is not fast, but the impact is full, and it is precisely pressed on the boundary of the service line.

"Sure enough!"

Jusaburo Mouri's eyes brightened, and it is not difficult to see his level only from the simple high-pressure serve of Onobe.

Seeing the hunting joy, Mouri Jusaburo sank his arms and slightly lowered the head of the racket. Then, the racket in his hand was facing the tennis ball after it bounced.

The tennis ball quickly rolled a short distance on the front of his racket, and then, with a dexterous flick of his wrist, the tennis ball came to his comfortable hitting area.

boom!

All the movements were at the moment of this electric flint, and the tennis ball was pulled up by a fierce air current in the air.

Whoosh~

Powerful down-spin cutting is along the bottom line boundary of the diagonally straight flap.

"nice shot!"

A gleam flashed in the eyes of the trail, and Jusaburo Mouri dealt with the ball perfectly.

This straight chipping ball seems to fly out of bounds, but the top spin will cause the tennis ball to fall prematurely. If you are careless, you will lose a point directly.

This kind of exquisite handling of small details is not like a guy who runs away from training all day.

"It seems that I am really capable..."

Step on...

The movement of the trail department was not slow, and the flying body pulled to the bottom line of the other half.

Sure enough, at the moment he just took the position, the tennis ball suddenly fell when it was close to the ground, and Maori's counterattack was precisely above the bottom line.

Huh...

The trace of the racket was scooped forward and then lifted upwards, and this tennis ball with a very low bounce angle was directly lifted by him.

However... the next moment.

Step...step...step...

From the point of view of the trail, Mouri Kosaburo's body moved quickly to the net like an unknown prophet.

"Excuse me, Tracebe-kun..."

With a slight chuckle, Mouri Kosaburo leaped up high, buckling the tennis ball in the air wildly.

The tennis ball crashed down with a strong air current and a touch of breathtaking momentum.

"That's not necessarily..."

Trace's eyes condensed, and he swept over the amazingly powerful smash.

Huh!

A step with both feet, a violent turn of the body at the track, and a half-bent knee, the racket is lifted at an appropriate angle under the centripetal force of the body.

Bang~

The violent smash fell into the net, but was bounced back again by the racket in the hands of Mibu.

Whoosh...patter~

The tennis ball passed Maori's head, who was falling from the air, and landed firmly near his bottom line.

"Bingdi Academy scored 15-0."

The referee's announcement sounded. Mouri Jusaburo glanced back at the tennis ball on the bottom line, and then at the trace part where the posture was lifted.

"Is this the strength of Minister Bingdi..."

His eyes flickered, and the smile that Mouri Jusaburo had just seen in mid-air was long gone.

...

"What a wonderful offensive and defensive battle!"

The spectators who know a little about the doorway off the court are all enthusiastic about watching it, just for the first goal, the calculations have already made them feel excited.

"Is this the head of that person's tennis department?"

Tezuka's hands crossed his chest and squeezed lightly. Even from his point of view, the final counterattack by Trace Department was exciting enough.

"Yes, the predecessor of Li Haida first pretended to attack the trail department-kun to hit the lob. The real killer move was actually the latter smash, and the trail department-kun counted the latter step..."

With a gentle smile on his face, Buer murmured softly beside him. This style of play of Tracebe is his favorite style of play.

Effective defensive counterattack without sacrificing gorgeousness.

"But... has so many people learned this counterattack..."

His mind was slightly deflected, and he remembered that he had also created such a counterattack, but there was no way to show it on the court.

"Ha ha……"

The unknown emotions that suddenly swelled in his heart made Fuji himself feel a burst of novelty.

"Is this the feeling of envy?"

Shaking his head and gently dispelling this weird thought, his heart quickly became calm again.

"It seems that you get along well with the trail department~"

Shang Shan Yu patted Shinobu on the shoulder, and joked slightly. Ninju and Trace have practiced so much with each other before, so it seems that they have learned a lot.

"Snapped……"

The corners of his mouth twitched, and he stubbornly patted off the hand that Yuu Yu put on his shoulder. Although Yuu Yuu had nothing wrong with Yuu Yuu, he always felt that his tone was too bad.

...

Off the court.

The corners of the mouth are slightly curved, and I have to say that some specific moves are really easy to use.

"Are you going to get serious?"

Looking at the opposite side, Jusaburo Moori seemed to be shaking with excitement, and Onobe's interest also increased a lot.

Huh!

The tennis ball was slightly tossed, and the mark suddenly waved his arms, twisting the racket and hitting it down.

Puff!

With a blast, the contest started again.

boom!

"30-0"

...

boom!

"40-15"

...

boom!

"Game, Jinggo, the relics of the Ice Emperor Academy, 1-0"

Relying on Penultimate's insight and technical ability, Trace Department took the lead in securing the move.

"Very well, you excite me."

Mouri Jusaburo said with a smile on his face and calmly said to the trail department.

His tennis talent is excellent, and his body also has a special talent that ordinary people don't know. From the beginning of playing tennis, no one can easily beat him.

Even if he often doesn't train, he is confident that his talent can be a good candidate no matter where he goes. This is the case with Sitianbao Temple, and so is the Lihaida, the overlord of the Kanto region.

"It's coming, Trace Department -kun~"

boom!

Maori made a leisurely sound, and the tennis ball in his hand had already exploded against the trail.

"Heh...not bad speed..."

The trace department chuckled softly. The stronger the opponent is, the happier he is. The experience of defeating the strong and crushing the weak has never been of the same level.

boom!

With his wrist turned over, Trace Department easily retraced the ordinary person's seemingly quick serve. The fierce slam hits the diagonal bottom line directly.

"too slow……"

Like a whirlwind, Mouri Kosaburo has caught up with tennis at an astonishing speed.

boom!

I saw his wrist flicked slightly and the racket gently pulled, and the tennis ball drew a perfect straight arc.

"15-0"

"This foot strength..."

Onobe's eyes were staring at the feet of Jusaburo Mouri, who was swaying from side to side on the opposite side.

Just now, Maori chased the bottom line at a faster speed than the Ninzuken of Sitianbao Temple he had known before.

"Come on, go on~"

Maori smiled slightly, this level is not yet his full strength.

boom!

"1-1"

...

boom!

"2-2"

The two played very fiercely, and the gap between the scores has not been widened.

Slap... slap...

Trace Department patted the tennis ball twice. Mouri Jusaburo's foot strength is indeed amazing, even if he uses his feet to shatter his steps, he can barely keep up.

"But... the temptation is almost over, you have exposed too many vulnerabilities."

The corners of his mouth curled up, and the holes in Mouri Jusaburo's feet had been seen through by him.

"Next...you will indulge in the magnificent skills of this uncle!" Tracebu whispered softly.

Huh...

The tennis ball was thrown high by the trail, and then his knees were slightly bent, his body stretched back, and he posed in a somewhat exaggerated posture.

The tight body brings a powerful explosive force, and the strength of the whole body is gushing out from the elbows and wrists. The racket in his hand slapped hard against the falling tennis ball.

boom!

With a whistling of the tennis ball, the tennis ball headed toward Morrisaburo's half-court vigorously.

Chi Chi... Chih~

After landing, the tennis ball swept across the ground with a puff of smoke.

"This is!?"

Looking at the tennis ball that flashed past his feet, Jusaburo Mouri raised his eyes with a shocked expression on his face.

"15-0!"

Don Wise of Trace Department served and scored with one blow!

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