Whoops, whoops, whoops.
Jilong's chest was heaving violently, and he was panting heavily. The smell of blood surged deep in his throat, and his stomach also tumbled. His muscles seemed to be burning, and his physical energy continued to be consumed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
He felt like a balloon with a hole in it. The harder he tried to grab something, the less he could grasp it. Everything was passing by. The panic was spreading in his heart, so much so that his fingertips were trembling uncontrollably. .
However, compared to panic, what really grabs my heart is confusion, unwillingness and frustration.
Lost twenty-three points in a row.
"23:0".
There is no need to exaggerate or exaggerate, it just sounds tragic enough, and now he is experiencing it personally——
Bloody and bloody!
Incomplete body!
What's worse now than physical fitness is confidence and belief.
He no longer knows how to play, not only the tactics, but even the basic batting is questioned.
Is this the gap between him and Gawain now?
so what.
Give up? Surrender? Are you begging Gawain to show mercy?
No, he can't.
Not because of the pride and dignity of a proud man, but because of the beliefs and bottom line of competitive sports.
He still wanted to give it a try.
The more difficult it is, the more he wants to collide, and the more impossible it is, the more he wants to challenge. Otherwise, he should give up and leave, not just this game, but the entire tennis career. After all, Gawain is not the only top player in the tennis world.
Listen, the roaring sound waves in the audience are surging above the eardrums, they are calling.
"Marcos, Marcos..."
again and again.
Taking a deep breath, Jilong collected all his scattered thoughts and returned to the game.
Forget about the score for a moment, forget about the predicament for a moment, forget about the game for a moment, and devote yourself wholeheartedly to this point, just this point in front of you.
Zone 2, outer corner——
Round, it was deadlocked again.
Although Jilong's knees and calves were shaking, even though the hot sweat was flowing like a stream, and even though the heat wave was steaming all over his body, it seemed that he could clearly see the flow of physical energy, from moving to hitting to predicting, the entire reaction. State of decline in all aspects.
However, Jilong gritted his teeth and attacked with all his strength.
Two consecutive sideways forehand diagonal attacks were defended by Gao Wen.
A two-handed backhand attack was defended by Gawain, and he turned from defense to offense.
He ran wildly on defense at both ends of the baseline and completed three consecutive stunning defenses on the forehand and backhand positions.
Back and forth, the bayonet was red, and in the blink of an eye, at this point, the two players had already been entangled for fourteen rounds, and the offense and defense continued to be in a stalemate.
"ah!"
In an extremely passive situation, Giron barely managed to hit a straight shot with his backhand with both hands. Although the speed and line were not the best, he still forced Gao Wen to defend a shot with his forehand.
Chance!
Jilong continued to adjust in small steps, and then switched to the sideways forehand again, with a force that was as heavy as the mountains and rivers, and vented all the little energy left in his body.
straight line!
Counterattack!
Within his current state and energy range, Jilong has already shown the bottom of the box, not only without reservation, but also burning the spiritual power deep in his soul.
boom!
Geelong's hit shot across the court with great force, breaking Gawain's prediction and creating an incredible threat.
Gawain was in a panic.
The steps had just left the forehand, and he was about to return to defense, but this time he was unexpectedly pulled back to the forehand. His center of gravity and steps were not stable, and he had no time to swing. He could only use his forehand to hit the ball. , pulling out a full parabolic arc, drilling into the sky and disappearing into the sunlight.
Passive defense!
Gawain has been forced to play high ball, and Geelong seizes the opportunity to go straight to the net.
However!
The footsteps just entered the baseline, and then retreated all the way with the tennis ball, returning to the baseline again——
Still not enough.
Continuing to retreat, standing about one meter behind the baseline, watching Gao Wen's defensive touch control, the whole audience exclaimed.
Huh!
The landing point is just inside the baseline, slightly pressing the inside line.
Such a feel! So in control! In an absolutely passive situation, the defense was pushed to the extreme. The opportunity came to Geelong, but it was not so easy to digest.
Bottom line is high pressure.
It’s a challenge for any player, including the Big Four, who need to change their batting approach depending on the situation.
Jilong was no exception. He continued to adjust in small steps and looked at the tennis ball bouncing high after landing. The limitations of height and strength meant that Jilong did not have many options. He used a high forehand baseline shot with a half-cutting and half-blocking shot. The way hit back and was sent to Gawain's forehand again.
For the third time in a row.
Because Jilong knew Gao Wen's backhand ability, even though he had encountered many obstacles in the forehand duel today, at the critical moment, Jilong still chose the forehand.
Snapped.
Cutting lightly, Jilong did not use his strength blindly, and the tennis ball almost fell in front of Gawain's eyes.
Gawain also continued to adjust in small steps, always adjusting the position of his body and the tennis ball, and looking for the hitting point, and then——
Step, kick, take off.
Giron's light hit carried topspin and bounced above the shoulder after landing. Therefore, Gawain did not step forward to avoid the dilemma of being unable to control the hitting point. Instead, he stood on the baseline and jumped to match the hitting point.
Soar into the sky.
Press down.
Whip it quickly.
As expected, but unexpectedly, Gawain chose to attack, and he took the initiative to attack, breaking the deadlock very boldly and forcefully.
Forehand slash.
Whoosh.
Tennis ball, across the court.
Jilong's start was very timely, but as soon as he hit the ground, he realized that he could no longer catch up. His speed, strength and route were all perfect. Even if Jilong's prediction was accurate, he still couldn't catch up. He felt powerless. This happens spontaneously.
Then, Giron watched helplessly as Gao Wen used a forehand diagonal to find the landing point in the shallow area on the right sideline, and hit a wonderful "Inside-out".
Fall to the ground and bloom.
Winning points, pocketed.
From passive defense to high pressure from the baseline to a volleying forehand, the shot experienced ups and downs in just three shots, and finally came to an abrupt end, just like that.
The last point still belongs to Gawain.
Since falling behind with the game score "0:2" and the minor score "0:30", Gawain scored twenty-four points in a row, sent out an invisible egg, completed an invisible golden plate, and won the victory with overwhelming victory. Fourteen points only took 21 minutes, and the final game time was fixed at 91 minutes.
"6:4", "6:2".
Victory belongs to Gawain, and there is no suspense; no one expected such a start. Maybe some people expected such an ending, but they also did not expect that the second journey to the end would be in such a way, in a scene of shock and absurdity. Among them, the game finally came to an end.
It's over, it's over, so——
Should they applaud? Should they cheer? What should they do so as not to hurt the players but still give appropriate recognition to the winners?
Slowly, applause gathered like this, pure and simple applause, slowly gathering between faces looking at each other.
(End of chapter)
