Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

The defeat of singles two brought all the pressure to Sitianbao Temple. They didn't expect the first two games to be defeated so thoroughly.

"Leave it to me next!"

Ping Shanzhi patted Shiraishi's shoulder with a serious expression, and he will try to get a chance for the people behind.

"Ah~ Minister, you must come on!"

Koharu and Yuji hugged each other face to face, looking at Heyzenzhi with emotion.

If Ping Shanzhi wins the singles two, if they go up again, they will leave a chance for Sitianbao Temple.

"Yo, I am a funny sniper who can snipe your heart!"

The painting style suddenly changed, and Ping Shanzhi made a very funny expression at the duo with a crooked eyebrow.

"Minister, you should go off the court."

Baishi covered his face, and he wanted to spit out in his heart: "Asshole, you return me what I was moved just now..."

The people in Sitianbao Temple made a fuss, which seemed to make the original heavy atmosphere much better. They were able to reach today's semi-finals together, didn't they just come here with a smile and work hard together.

"Next, the singles number two is about to start, from Shitenbaoji Heizenyuki, facing Tachikai University High School Affiliated High School Mouri Kosaburo."

"Please come forward."

...

"Unexpectedly, it turned out to be Senior Pingshan..." A hint of surprise flashed in Mouri Jusaburo's eyes.

"Could it be that singles one can be safely handed over to that first grade."

Looking across the stadium, Mouri Kosaburo's eyes suddenly locked on Shiraishi Kuranosuke, who was in the center of Shitenbaoji's team.

The appearance of the young man who is still calm and composed is indeed very unusual.

When I changed my mind, I smiled again: "It's really amazing!"

It is not an exaggeration to think of Li Haida's chief and deputy ministers, who would let the young Baishi become a pillar.

"Moreover, even I myself became like this without knowing it..."

With a serious smile that he had never had before, Jusaburo Mouri walked onto the court.

"Minister Pingshan, long time no see~"

With a smile, he stretched out his right hand, and Jusaburo Moori looked at the "former" minister who was serious but very funny.

"Yo, Maori, it looks like you did a good job in Lihai. Let's play a good fight."

Heyzenzhi curled his lips slightly, smiled and greeted him with Mouri Kosaburo.

He heard Hara Tetsu also say that the current gross profit seems to be very different from before. There was some emotion in his heart. Tennis is indeed a magical thing, and it can always change a person in some places.

"The game started, and the game was served by Shitenbaoji Heizune, and the game ended."

After guessing the sides and deciding to serve, the two retreated to their respective halves.

Slap... slap...

"Boy Maori, just let me see how you have changed..."

With a soft sound, the tennis ball was tossed high by Ping Shan.

Immediately, the slender arms stretched backwards, the wheat-colored forearms tightened slightly, and the racket in his hand was heavily buckled against the tennis ball with fierce wind pressure.

Puff!

With a blast, the tennis ball seemed to carry a cloud of smoke on the racket, and powerful fluctuations of power were transmitted from the tennis ball.

"As expected of Senior Pingshan, the serve is still so penetrating."

Maori's eyes shrank, and he, who had been staring at the tennis ball, naturally noticed that Ping Shanzhi's serve was unusual. Compared with ordinary high-pressure balls, Ping Shanzhi's arms gave the tennis a different strength.

Step on...

In the face of this type of serve, Maori will naturally not be stupidly head-on. I saw him taking vigorous steps and stepping to the point where the tennis ball fell.

With one knee bent and one foot pushed back, the center of gravity of his entire body lowered, and at the same time the arm holding the pat was slightly stretched.

"That posture is!"

Shiido, who is very sensitive to volleys, brightened his eyes.

Although Jusaburo Mouri's movements are not particularly standard, there is nothing wrong with that movement is definitely a half-volley.

This is indeed a good way to deal with tennis with strong spin or penetrating power.

Of course, the requirements for wrist strength are also not low. If you want to greatly reduce the opponent's additional effects at the moment of the ball's landing and transformation, then it is a very important test for wrist strength.

But is Morrisaburo’s body lacking? The answer is naturally no.

Although Mouri Jusaburo is not the top group of physical talents, he is also a type of person who knows well and is good at using his body.

With a bang, the moment when Ping Shanzhi's tennis ball landed, it was still in the future and highlighted the strong stamina, and a yellow-black racket accurately shrouded it.

Puff!

A yellow light flickered, and the tennis ball pulled out a high-speed afterimage in the air.

With a smile on his mouth, Mouri Kosaburo looked at his volley with great satisfaction.

"Ahhh~ I never thought that Senior Maori was so serious from the beginning."

Seeing the two constantly clashing on the court, Nioh pinched the braid behind his head and said with a smile inside the team.

"Huh...Although he can't understand that guy, he still has some strength."

Sanada snorted slightly, and instead of ridiculing Maori before, he praised Jusaburo Maori tactfully.

For more than a month, he saw his training attitude of Jusaburo Mouri, and he naturally changed it a bit.

Hearing Sanada’s somewhat inconsistent words, Nioh smiled to himself where no one was paying attention: "Puff~"

Unlike Nioh, who makes small moves every day, Liu Renji has been responsible for recording Morrisaburo's performance on the court.

"The range of the half-volley is too large, causing the speed of the return attack to drop by 32%..."

"When the backhand was cutting, the footsteps were a bit disordered, which caused a 1 second delay in the return of the next ball..."

"The speed of the straight sprint is too slow, and the steps under the feet are not in harmony with the disordered breathing..."

...

One after another...

Although several people at Lihai University know that Maori has a national level of physical fitness, coupled with that special physical talent, it is a difficult opponent even at the national level.

But in Liu Renji's eyes, there are still too many places for Mouri Jusaburo to improve. Although the previous loss to the ice emperor made him reflect, he still has a lot of tennis details that are terribly messed up.

Puff!

A precise midfield slam, Maori scored another point.

"40-30"

"It's really difficult, Senior Pingshan."

Smiling, Maori spoke to Ping Shanzhi.

This was his first official match with a previous minister. Although he had the advantage, the opponent's experience was far above him, and he kept holding on to the score.

"It's the same with you. Originally, I just listened to Yuan Zhe, but I didn't expect you to have changed so much."

Pingshan's expression was a little dignified, Mouri Jusaburo's performance was a bit beyond his expectation, and at his current level, he was actually suppressed by Maori.

but……

"I'm here to snipe you, Maori..."

The finger is like a pistol, and he smiles in a weird way.

The funny face also made Maori couldn't help but feel happy. He deserves to be the minister of Sitianbao Temple. His funny skills are already so profound.

...

At the moment when Maori was distracted, Ping Shanzhi tapped tennis.

He posed a special posture, the racket and the left hand holding the ball were parallel to the front, the elbow was bent, and the whole body was tense.

Huh.

The tennis ball was thrown upwards by him, and then the strength of the upper body drove the arm, hitting the racket sideways and swiping forward fiercely.

boom!

A blast of thunder sounded on the racket, and the tennis ball flew like a bullet out of its chamber, with a trace of smoke and air, and flew towards the half court of Tosaburo Mouri.

Whoosh...

The bitter whistling sound came into the ears clearly.

"Oops……"

Mouri Jusaburo secretly said a bad word in his heart. After he was distracted by Ping Shanzhi just now, his reaction was unexpectedly slow.

"The half-volley is too late."

A thought drifted by, and Maori had to run quickly, wanting to try it.

Puff!

The violent collision came from the racket, and the sniper bullet relentlessly knocked down the Maori racket.

Patter...

A scorched ball mark appeared in the middle of his dropped racket.

"The score of Shitenbaoji Heizhan, the score is 40-40"

Unexpectedly, this was only the first game, and the two directly hit the score to the point where they needed to grab points.

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