Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

"It's this kind of serve that didn't bounce again!"

The serve from Tang Huaise, who had been exposed in the hands of Shinobu before, once again made everyone outside the court exclaimed.

"Unexpectedly, the Minister of Ice Emperor would serve like this..."

Many people discussed intensively. Compared with the enduring serve, the serve of Tang Huaise of the trace department has a more powerful beauty.

"Bingdi's minister should be the real pioneer of this serve."

Tezuka's gaze flashed, and compared to the impersonation of the impersonation before, Tracebu's obviously more charming serve should be the real master of this move.

"A strong opponent."

Sanada furrowed his brows, and the level displayed by Onobe was already sufficient to suppress Morrisaburo.

"Don't worry, Senior Maori should have some reservations."

Yukimura's face is still calm. In his perception, Morrisaburo's spiritual talent is also not bad, not only the current level.

On the field.

After Morrisaburo turned around, his eyelids drooped, and thoughts appeared in his eyes.

boom!

"30-0"

...

boom!

"40-0"

In the face of the repeated bombings of Onbebe, Jusaburo Mouri remained motionless, as if he had been beaten up, completely indifferent.

But after a few shots, the light in his eyes became more and more bright. This serve did not touch the ground completely after landing...

boom!

"Game, Jingwu, 3-2, at the relics of Bingdi Academy."

Trace Department used gorgeous four Ace balls to win the game directly and easily.

At the same time, the ice emperor's cheerleading team outside the field also screamed frantically. In their view, their ministers have broken the deadlock and gained the key initiative.

"Hey, it's noisy!"

The face of Sanada on the chair turned dark, and the voice of the Ice Emperor cheering team made him quite unhappy.

...

Next, Jusaburo Mauritaka's serve was broken by Otobe for the first time, and the score was directly stretched to 4-2 by Otobe.

"Haha~ My uncle said, your foot strength will be useless next."

The fingers were lightly placed on the bridge of the nose, the eyes of the traces were full of light, and he said very confidently.

Although Jusaburo Mori was fast, but after a few confrontations, Tracee clearly discovered that his speed was mostly in the horizontal direction. For the movement in the front and rear directions, his foot threat directly dropped a notch.

It was mainly because of the small movements of Jusaburo Mouri subconsciously swinging left and right, which were connected by the trace department, and then quickly discovered this fatal loophole.

"In addition, he has a problem with his breathing rhythm. He is always half-beat slower than his footsteps."

In the later seesaw, Trace Department found that Mouri Jusaburo had a lot of minor problems, even if his skills and strength were indeed very strong.

Perhaps his strength can cover up these details in normal times, but for those who are not weak in Insight Penultimate, these are simply blatant loopholes.

"If you don't have other skills, then let this uncle end you!"

Tracebe smiled arrogantly, and the tennis ball was thrown from his hand again.

…

"Come! It's Tang Huaiseer serving again~"

Off the court, Xiangri's eyes flashed a glimmer of expectation. If Tracebe can successfully win the game, then their Kanto championship will be guaranteed!

boom!

With a burst of sound, the tennis ball galloped past the eyes of the ice emperor.

Sneez...

There was another flick, and then the tennis ball was about to run forward.

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

"What is he doing!?"

Seeing Morrisaburo's movements, he exclaimed from the sidelines.

This time, Jusaburo Mouri didn't give up like the previous game. His legs almost took on a afterimage, and he caught up with the tennis ball that had just landed.

"Oh, do you want to try?"

There is a hint of curiosity and expectation on Trace Department's face. This serve is indeed flawed, but everyone who can crack it is not a top master in middle school.

Maori didn't care about the surprised eyes of other people. The moment he caught up with the tennis ball, the light in his eyes gushed out, and the soreness in his arm was suppressed by him.

There was no different color on his face. The next moment, the racket seemed to have been lengthened by a few centimeters, and he wiped the ground and picked up the serve.

"I received it!"

The members of Lihai University were shocked. Just as the tennis was about to run close to the ground, Mouri Kosaburo unexpectedly saved the ball.

"Unfortunately, it's still too reluctant..."

A tick at the corner of his mouth, a few strides, and his body jumped up, a sharp smash hit the backcourt of Mouri Kosaburo.

"15-0!"

"Oh...it's a pity, I have already received..."

After seeing the smash of the trace department, the public in Lihai immediately poured cold water on their expressions of excitement.

At the time of the serve game, Atobe had the initiative to attack, even if Kosaburo Mouri managed to save the ball, he could not stop the follow-up offensive of Atobe.

However, compared to the others, Mouri Jusaburo finally showed a smile on his face. As long as he can receive it once, then the second or third time will not be a problem, he will only get more and more relaxed.

"Finally no longer cover up?"

Perceiving Mouri Jusaburo's gushing mental power, Tsuki's face smiled even more. It's like this, isn't it?

boom!

The tennis ball is thrown away and the racket is swinging. Trace Department again used Tang Huaise to serve.

This time it was faster than the last time. His body seemed to be stimulated, and the speed of sprinting back and forth was not at all lost to the speed of left and right movement.

At the moment the tennis ball hits the ground...

"It really bounces one centimeter." Mouri Jusaburo's eyes flickered.

His eyesight caught this flaw in Tang Huaise's serve.

Click!

A sound that only he heard came from his elbow.

Huh!

This time the tennis ball was drawn directly from the ground by an arc of a drawing ball and quickly crossed the net.

"It was...interesting just now~"

Tracebe, who had been staring at Morrisaburo's movements, discovered something was wrong.

"Human being able to achieve this level, is it ability or coincidence?"

Trace Department stopped Vice Admiral's swing, letting the ball fly by.

"15-15"

For the first time, Jusaburo Mouri scored points on Tang Huaise's serve.

"Are you sure you want to continue hitting with your hand?"

Trace department stood in place and laughed softly. Under his observation, Jusaburo Mouri had dislocated his elbow in order to receive the ball.

"Did you find out so soon..."

Maori's pupils shrank, and he was a little surprised. Ruobe's insight was a little bit beyond his expectations.

"Haha...Thank you for your concern, but I don't think there is a big problem with my hands."

With a light wave of the racket, Mouri Jusaburo refused Onobe's kindness. After all, this is the unique talent of his body.

"Hehe...really interesting."

Although Trace was shocked in his heart, his face was still full of graceful smiles.

His dislocated arm just now recovered.

"Does this kind of short-term dislocation pain rely on mental will to suppress it forcibly?"

Feeling Mouri Jusaburo's somewhat erratic state, Tracebe probably had a guess in his mind. But even so, the ability on the other side is amazing.

The conversation between the two made the off-site audience a little puzzled, and it seemed that Torisaburo Mouri was not injured. strangeness……

Next, Trace Department didn't hit Tang Huaisee's serve again, after all, this ball also had a certain impact on his current body.

After a short confrontation between the two, they returned to the battle of tactics and basic abilities.

boom!

"30-15"

...

boom!

"40-30"

boom!

The tennis ball flew, and the scores of the two were bitten.

"almost!"

Seeing the match point of this game, the icy cold light in Trace's eyes instantly spread. Having already mastered the Master Ice World, he can already retract and unwind freely.

The ice ridges everywhere instantly covered the entire stadium.

"Just end in the ice cold!"

Onobe smiled wildly, and the racket in his hand swung down at the tennis ball with a hint of coldness.

boom!

The deadly corner made Mouri Kosaburo stiff all over his body. When he was covered by mental power and forced his arm to dislocate to catch the ball, it was too late.

Snapped!

The tennis ball brought a silver light, the ice edge burst, and ice crystals splashed everywhere. This scene is so beautiful no matter which time I look at it.

"Game, Jingwu, 5-2, at the relics of Bingdi Academy."

Coming to the bitter world of ice, at this moment, the ruins are the real emperor of ice.

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