Chapter 1358 Fireworks Smoke, smoke,

smoke.

The sound of the soles of his shoes rubbing against the ground was surging. Gao Wen adjusted his steps delicately and carefully, moving slightly to his left and back to make room for his forehand swing. While moving backwards and completing the racket-drawing action, his body kept its center of gravity light, and he had already struck with his forehand -

Swing!

Make an effort!

Slash!

Although Thiem's ​​return came to the middle of the court, Gawain was already prepared. He forced an angle attack with his forehand, aiming at the blind spot at the baseline on the diagonal line.

Flat hit!

Heavy artillery!

This time, it was Gawain who took the lead in speeding up. He took advantage of the decline in the quality of Tim's return and attacked directly with a forehand sweep.

Tim, very embarrassed.

Although Tim had sounded the alarm and expected Gawain to attack directly, he thought Gawain would choose the backslash, that is, his backhand; however, a small accident, Gawain chose the diagonal, so that Tim's starting speed was a little slower and his steps were a little hasty.

With a push and a rush, the body glided out—

Slide.

This is the most classic and important technique on the clay court. Tim realized that his footwork might not be in place, so he used his killer move without hesitation.

Wow, wow…

You can clearly see the red clay surging like waves along the sides of Tim's footsteps. Although his footsteps are still about two steps away, he rides the wind and waves to rush there. Then you can see Tim's upper body complete a full turn, and his forehand swings out like a whip -

agile!

Strong!

break out!

Thiem showed the essence of violent tennis on his forehand. The release of power and speed was completed in the moment of swinging the racket and touching the ball. It was short and powerful, crisp and neat. Although the arc of the swing was obvious, all the power of the movements was brought to the extreme.

Boom! The superposition of power and power, the collision of attack and attack, the speed of the tennis ball was instantly increased to a higher level, and the light and shadow seemed to have disappeared.

Danger!

Danger danger danger!

All the alarms were sounded, rushing towards Gawain layer by layer -

Slash.

Forehand.

A strong confrontation.

"When two brave men meet in a narrow road, the brave one wins."

Gawain, there is no way out.

He kicked with his right leg and turned his body, and took the initiative to move forward with his forehand. Not only did he not retreat, but he also attacked more forcefully and actively.

Bang.

The power, the explosion, it seems that one can feel the muscles blooming into fireworks, accompanied by bangs, all the way up along the arms.

"ah!"

The energy deep in Dantian exploded completely. At this moment, Gawain showed the effect of his constantly improving physical fitness without reservation. His body, which did not seem strong, perfectly matched the power through the swinging action and the coordination of his body, and it was as powerful as a heavy artillery.

Faster!

Stronger!

Even more fierce!

Even more powerful!

Gao Wen stood in his forehand position and attacked strongly——

The release of power reached its extreme, so Gawain did not change the line, but continued to choose the diagonal line to suppress Thiem's ​​forehand.

And this time, Gawain further increased his speed and rhythm, increased the speed of the racket head, and grabbed the hitting point in one shot, with the aim of compressing Thiem's ​​swing space.

Mighty and powerful.

vigorous.

The entire Suzanne Lenglen Stadium had no time to exclaim, because everything happened too fast. They stared with bated breath, their minds blank.

Then the tennis ball was back on Thiem's ​​forehand.

The landing point is deep enough; the hit is heavy enough; the rhythm is fast enough.

Thiem was a little passive. Although he was standing in the forehand position and did not need to move, he was still unable to complete the swing action, which affected the effect of the shot. Finally, Thiem was forced to pull out a strong topspin and control the shot through rotation, otherwise the pure power impact would be out of control, and the result was -

Home run.

But this is tennis, not baseball, and no one wants to see a home run.

In the collision between forehands, Thiem was suppressed this time.

Strong topspin, although deep enough, but it also gives Gao Wen time to adjust, Gao Wen has no reason to miss it.

Bend your knees and push off the ground.

Power, release.

Gao Wen took a step forward, grabbed half a beat, and pressed up with the inertia of his body. His forehand swing became noticeably smoother and faster, while relying on his body weight to complete the confrontation. Then, at the moment of the shot, his wrist accelerated with a pull and push, and the racket head speed increased immediately.

straight line!

Forehand straight line!

At the critical moment, Gao Wen once again aimed at Thiem's ​​backhand and exerted full pressure.

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The ball was hit quickly and aggressively, but this time, Gawain added a lot of friction to ensure that the ball went into bounds and not to take blind risks.

Topspin, flight.

At the same time, Gao Wen's footsteps were not conservative. Following his hitting action, his steps continued to move forward, and a series of light and agile footsteps pressed forward.

Surprise! The audience was stunned. No one expected that Gao Wen would choose to go online at this time, while taking inventory! So bold!

So crazy!

On one side, Tim was running sideways.

On one side, Gawain was attacking vertically.

The two figures were like derailed trains rushing towards a T-junction at the same time, and were about to collide head-on at lightning speed.

Sprint!

Run wildly!

The heat wave is rolling!

Tim was burning. The friction between his footsteps and the ground ignited a flame that surged behind him. Then, he arrived.

Actually!

Tim slid forward again, his legs completely split, almost like a split. He noticed Gawain's pressure at the net with his peripheral vision, and made a one-handed backhand like a moon-catching move, using the racket head to pull and swing, and all the force and rotation collided with the racket and turned into a reaction force -

Buzz buzz buzz.

Buzz! The tennis ball spun at high speed, rising high and high, and disappeared into a ball of golden light.

High ball! Thiem noticed Gawain's position. His 193cm height was like a wall in front of the net. The only way to break through was to lob the ball, and it was diagonal.

Tennis ball disappears into the sun.

Gawain was standing on his right side, bathed in the sun. He looked up and tried to find the tennis ball, but was instead bathed in a dazzling light.

Dazzling.

Subconsciously, I closed my eyes.

Oops!

Gao Wen immediately realized that due to the objective factor of light, he had lost accurate judgment of the trajectory of the tennis plane, and the situation was not good for him.

What to do? Step back.

Continuous step back.

Gawain's footsteps had just reached the net, and then he retreated quickly without hesitation. Thiem found the only gap in the net and forced Gawain back again.

Gao Wen retreated continuously, returned to the midfield, and raised his head again——

Found it! The tennis ball was falling rapidly. Gawain quickly looked down and looked around to determine his position and where the tennis ball would land. Then he realized: the baseline.

Thiem's ​​high lob also showed his talent for touch. He successfully controlled the tennis ball towards the deep baseline by just using a one-handed backhand touch.

Gawain didn't have time to think about whether the high ball would go out of bounds, but he couldn't take the risk. He turned around and sprinted back following the flight of the tennis ball.

Sprinting diagonally from the front of the right net to the left bottom line blind spot, and, even worse -

This is still Gao Wen's backhand position.

(End of this chapter)