Chapter 1266 Frontal Breakthrough

The whole audience was in a state of excitement, with exclamations coming one after another.

However, Gao Wen was completely unaware of this. He was still highly focused, staring intently at the tennis ball.

Then, Gawain stepped forward.

Pospisil's return was very short and light, almost in the middle of the service area, forcing Gao Wen to step forward, open his eyes wide, and observe the rotation of the tennis ball.

A detail, and also a detail that Gawain reminds himself all the time: this is red soil.

Firstly, clay absorbs force, so the bounce height of the ball is often lower, at least lower than that of hard court. Sometimes, it bounces slightly and then falls back immediately.

Secondly, red soil is full of irregular particles, which are between sand and soil, sticky and fine, so the rotational friction will be intensified. This happens with every touch. The superposition of rotation and rotation will be further amplified here and evolve into irregular changes. There are countless possibilities.

At this time, there was no room for prediction. In a flash, Gawain had already completed the calculation -

The bounce should not be too high; however, the tennis ball still has rotation attached, so the increase in rotation should still be able to create some space for hitting the ball.

Therefore, the timing of hitting the ball is crucial. If you don't find the right hitting point, there is a more than 90% chance that the ball will go into the net or fly away.

Moreover, even if he did not make any mistakes and successfully completed the shot, the quality of his return ball would not be very high, which would be equivalent to giving points to Pospisil.

Step! Step forward.

Step! Adjust.

Gao Wen's two-handed backhand was set up early, and he glanced at the position on the other side of the net with the corner of his eye. His brain was working at the highest speed, but also extremely calm.

Sok and Pospisil stood on the left and right of the net, like two stone lions. They were not only tall but also strong, like a complete iron wall. In addition, the ball landed too shallowly, and the hitting angle and line were limited, making it almost impossible to find a simple opportunity to hit the ball.

So, the best way to hit the ball is -

Chase.

The Sock combination chose to chase the ball most of the time when volleying at the net today, because chasing the ball can often suppress the opponent's swing space, limit the opponent's return, and thus gain more advantages for their next winning point.

The goal of chasing and intercepting is not to win with one shot, but to face up to the challenge, break through head-on to accumulate advantages, and end the round through tactical routines.

In an instant, Gawain's brain had completed the judgment and calculation.

Step on it! Brake.

Chichi, chichi, Gao Wen had stopped taking steps, but the sliding steps were still dragging his body forward. It was not too chic or elegant, but it was enough.

Red clay surfing.

Heavy waves rolled on both sides of his feet, pushing Gawain's body to maintain the driving force forward, and then Gawain was ready to hit the ball.

A short pause -

What! Gao Wen did not choose to hit the ball quickly, but waited for a moment, waiting for the tennis ball to bounce off the ground before swinging the racket.

The rhythm of "badminton" was interrupted and returned to tennis mode.

On the one hand, Gao Wen's hitting space is obviously compressed, so he has to deal with the rebound ball, which is obviously more difficult than the volley.

On the one hand, neither Sok nor Pospisil anticipated Gawain's delayed shot, and their body center of gravity had already started -

"Oops! I've been fooled!"

Sok realized the crisis at the first moment, and based on his understanding of Gawain, this should not be a mistake.

If it wasn't a mistake, then it must be... a trap.

Damn it!

But Sok had no time to remind Pospisil, because he didn't know who Gawain's trap was aimed at, and he himself was in a shaky state.

In an instant, his muscles tensed and his teeth bared, trembling with fear that he would become Gawain's prey in the next blow.

ah!

Then, Sock saw Gawain's batting action. For a moment, Gawain's delicate wrist control magnified in his pupils, and he burst into amazement and praise.

Wait, something seems a little off, right?

But before Sock could figure out what was going on, Gawain’s shot was already launched.

Bend your knees.

Keep squatting.

Gao Wen lowered his body's center of gravity forward, matched the rebound height of the tennis ball, and sank down with solid force. Then he pushed forward and upward with both hands lightly and nimbly, completing a quick pull and winding in the limited and narrow space, and completing the force instantly at the moment of hitting the ball.

Push off the ground!

Turn around!

Swing!

All in one go.

All the strength is poured into tennis.

Soke was so shocked that his jaw almost dislocated.

Tiara!

storm!

This is not a lob, but a frontal breakthrough. The layers of power are accumulated to the extreme in a small range and space. Relying on the quick whipping of the forearm and wrist and the full power of rotation, the beauty of streamline is displayed to the fullest. The inch power bursts out instantly, and the image of Bruce Lee appears directly in the mind.

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Hum! Ha! The tennis ball was compressed to the extreme, its rotation had been completely released, and the sphere had been "hollowed out", almost no longer bearing any rotation or force. It was about to fall vertically into nothingness, like a leaf falling in autumn, but suddenly it was completely squeezed by the force and poured back into it.

The energy instantly filled the tennis ball, and the tennis ball, which had shrunk to the extreme, bounced back, and the reaction force was fully released.

Boom! Directly, it exploded.

Gawain chose the heavy hammer, and hit the ball like Thor's hammer, instantly pushing the tennis ball out, and the mustard yellow turned into a stream of light in the blink of an eye.

A delicate lifting motion lifts the tennis ball's parabola completely upward, creating the effect of climbing a ladder, rising step by step, and crossing the net.

Keep moving forward.

Head-on collision.

The heat wave is rolling.

Target, Pospisil.

Huh! The whole audience took a deep breath, but no one made a sound.

Pospisil noticed the direction of the ball at the first moment and he was a little panicked.

Why is it him again ?

Gawain did it on purpose, just like Dimitrov did it on purpose just now. They just aimed at him and attacked him continuously on purpose, what a bunch of bastards.

The murderous intent was fierce and rolling in.

Pospisil's heart suddenly contracted. He immediately caught the murderous intent bursting out of Gawain's eyes at close range.

Tennis balls are bullets.

Gawain did not choose to lob the ball, but instead hammered it with all his might. The piercing murderous aura instantly stung Perspisil's back, and goose bumps climbed all the way along his spine, exploding all over.

He was ready to kill him.

It was true. He stopped talking nonsense. At this moment, he truly believed that the guy opposite him was ready to commit murder.

In full view of the public.

That deep fear climbed up along the toes, calves, and thighs. The muscles in my body were tensed to the extreme, almost about to explode, and my heart and liver were broken.

He shivered uncontrollably, and his entire back was instantly soaked with sweat.

Help... Help! Pospisil wanted to scream, but his throat seemed to be strangled and he couldn't make any sound. He opened his eyes wide and his pupils shattered bit by bit.

Damn! The problem was that everything happened too fast. The panic and fear had not had time to be released, and the bustling thoughts in my mind had not had time to diffuse. I had just cursed, and the tennis ball had already come to my eyes like a missile.

This is what close combat in front of the net is like.

Everything happened so quickly that the brain didn't have time to think and didn't even have time to blink. It all depended on muscle memory and reflexes.

Pospisil had already reacted instinctively.

(End of this chapter)