Net King's Beginning With Breathing Method

Chapter 205 The Power of the Tennis System

“Ashura Shinto, not as famous as meeting.”

Jackie Yoo sighed softly, standing on the sidelines watching the staff quickly tidy up the court.

soon.

The ball marks and traces were smoothed, only the traces left by the barbed wire behind the two of them were too late to be repaired.

“You actually know this.”

A look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and Oni Jujiro asked Yuu Yu.

His state just now is indeed the Ashura Shinto. But to his surprise, the shirt you only touched a ball, and immediately said it.

“Is it because of the Byodoin Temple, or…”

Thinking of more things in the depths of his eyes, Gui found that he still knew too little about Sung Yuu.

The shirt was so long that he didn’t think about it so much, he directly replied: “Senior, your state, I have felt it in another person.”

Gently squeezing the racket in his hand, Jackie Yu’s heart throbbed.

At last year’s World Championship, he was still unable to fight back against Echizen Ryuya’s Ashura Shinto.

But today.

He can already compete dignifiedly with players in this state.

This is the gap and progress, and this is the benefit of having a clear goal ahead.

It can always remind you that you can’t just stop there, you can’t just fall down.

“Senior Ghost, go all out, I want to see the… gap between me and you.”

With the unmoving light of the rock in his eyes, he walked up with his newly changed racket in his shirt.

“Go all out…”

Suddenly there was a trace of remembrance in the ghost’s eyes. Last year, the man stood in front of him in the same way.

But now, the opponent has left him behind and started to pursue a brand new goal.

“What am I doing…”

With lowered eyelids, the ghost glanced at his hands, only to realize that he had unknowingly put a layer of shackles on himself.

When is it? Was it when Byodoin was injured by him, or the day when Byodoin came back from Houshan?

As if it was yesterday, the voices of the children from Gangshan Ao came from his ears.

“Uncle Ghost, you must become the number one tennis player in Neon!”

When he was willing to come to U17, it was not because he had such a dream.

…

“Crack!”

A sharp thunder light pulled Oni Jujiro’s thoughts back to reality.

“Senior Ghost, I won’t be polite if you release water or get distracted.”

Holding a tennis ball in his left hand and a racket hanging in his right hand, Yu Yu’s eyes flashed in his shirt, and the corner of his mouth unconsciously ticked upwards.

“I see, kid. Are you ready to face hell.”

Taking a breath, Oni Jujiro bowed slightly, holding the racket in his hands with both hands.

His pale red eyes were full of seriousness, but his old-fashioned face looked quite majestic at this time, and a scar on his right cheek added a sense of three-dimensionality to him.

“That’s right, isn’t it.”

With a slight smile, Yu Yu raised the ball with three fingers above his head and threw it upward.

next moment.

A faint ray of light cyan shines on his racket.

Puff!

The air wave rolled back, and the tennis ball flew towards Onijujiro’s halftime with several sharp wind blades.

Whoosh whoosh!

The sharp cutting momentum caused Oni Jujiro’s eyes to change slightly, and the spin on the tennis ball was a little weird.

“This kid…”

The corners of the ghost’s mouth also bend upwards, and the body rushes towards the tennis ball without fear.

“This ball is not that simple.”

The shirt smiled slightly, while bending down and pressing down, his right leg was bent, and his left foot stretched back.

Sure enough, his voice just fell.

Just after the tennis ball hits the ground and bounces, five different ball shadows appear weirdly, and they shoot out sharply in five different directions.

Type II•Claws-Kodo Style!

“What a brilliant change ball!”

Irie pushed his round-frame glasses lightly, and his gaze shifted to Sung Yuu’s body.

This young man seemed to be shrouded in mist, layer by layer, making him unable to help but want to explore the essence of its core.

The ghost’s reaction was quick, and his footsteps rushed halfway, his eyes instantly caught five tennis balls scattered in directions.

“It’s a bit similar to the American pirates of Byodoin…”

Swish Swish!

The ghost’s calf muscles shrank, and his footsteps instantly moved at high speed, and four or five afterimages quickly appeared on his body.

“However, just call them all back!”

Boom boom boom!

A series of hits sounded, and the very difficult change of Top Yuu was hit by him one by one.

Damn it!

“The opportunity is here.”

Accompanied by a dazzling thunder light, the words of the shirt Yuu also gently floated to Oni Jujirou’s ears.

“coming!”

Startled in his heart, the ghost knew that this was Shang Shun Yu’s right hand.

boom!

The arc was disillusioned, and the thunderbolt flashed so shockingly.

There was a triumphant smile on Shang Xian Yu’s face, and the racket in his hand, at extreme speed, facing the tennis ball with a black and red light was everything.

Crackling!

I saw a white light with a blue arc flashing on the court.

“Don’t think about it!”

“Ho!”

The expression on his face was a bit distorted. Oni Jujiro felt his eyes pierce slightly, but he still saw the movement of the shirt swinging.

Step on!

The strong muscle lines are fully displayed, and the ghost’s reaction can be said to have exceeded the limit.

He took out the afterimage of his legs and swung his racket down at the lightning.

However.

Collapse… collapse… collapse…!

“This feeling…not right!”

His face suddenly changed, and the ghost found that the center area of ​​his racket hadn’t exerted any force at all. It was like butter meeting hot iron in an instant, and the net was directly pierced by this electric light.

“The shirt is ahead, 30-0.”

The referee glanced at the ball marks on the ground and quickly pronounced the sentence.

Raising his right hand, the ghost glanced at the fragmented net, the hole in the middle of the racket was exceptionally conspicuous.

“When did this simple blow not make me feel this way?”

Staring at Yusuo Yuu with biting eyes, Oni Jujiro thought of the serve at the beginning.

“The wind or is it spinning?!”

Thinking of the fierce wind pressure at the beginning, Oni Jujiro instantly had the same key.

That change ball was the bait that Jie Yu gave him. Jie Yu knew that he would receive all the ball shadows, but four of them were just pure air blades.

The strong vortex continuously cuts in his best hitting area.

“Good calculation!”

Oni Jujiro sighed at the shirt and walked silently to the bag outside the court.

“A calm mind, outstanding ability, and ingenious calculations. This junior high school student is really the biggest surprise this time.”

There was a hint of joy on Kurobe’s face. Now Sung Yuu is still in the second year of middle school. By the third year of Byodoin’s senior year, their U17 can just be topped by Sung Yuu.

This kind of genius and strong players will be the most solid foundation of their neon tennis.

On the field.

With a confident smile on Shangshan Yu’s face, the three-line breathing method can give him too many offensive methods.

The interspersed use of Lei Shuifeng is enough to allow him to maintain an overwhelming advantage in the serve, no matter what kind of enemy he faces, he can have a reasonable means of restraint.

This gradually coincides with the tennis system he originally envisioned.

…

boom!

“Game, shirt Yuu, 1-1!”

…

boom!

“Game, shirt Yuu, 2-2!”

…

boom!

“Game, shirt Yuu, 4-4!”

The two began a fierce chase on the score. Although the overall rhythm is still in the hands of Oni Jujiro. But every time he faced the serve game of Jung Yuu, his dexterous and changeable scoring tactics made everyone outside the court stunned.