——huffing and puffing.

His lungs were burning. Gawain had entered an anaerobic state. He returned the ball with a forehand shot without creating an angle. He returned to the midfield slightly to the forehand side and continued to send the tennis ball back to the opposite side, waiting for Istomin's attack. This was already his 25th shot.

--"ah!"

Even for an ordinary shot, Istomin needs to use the release of sound to seek the coordination of power. Only in this way can he complete the force. He tried to launch a forehand straight line to break Gawain's inertia of moving back and forth and create opportunities for himself.

--Well!

Gawain groaned, and his footsteps were indeed a little slow. The result of the long tug-of-war was that the power of his knees pushing against the ground was obviously not enough.

Don't forget, this was already the third set and the two players had been competing for more than two hours in the 35-degree heat at Wimbledon.

Although the pace of the game on grass is fast and there are not many rounds, physical energy consumption is an objective fact, and both players should be close to their physical limit.

Obviously, Gao Wen's steps were a little slow, so he didn't have enough space to swing the racket. In the end, he couldn't hit the ball backhand, so he could only use a backhand slice, trying to use the slice to slow down the pace of the game and buy himself time to return to defense.

On the grass court, thanks to the low bounce, the slice ball is undoubtedly a very important weapon. By combining unloading force and rotation to create a low-bounce return ball, you can limit the opponent's offense and gain an advantage for yourself. It is not only a defensive means, but also an offensive means.

Federer is best at using slices to change the tempo of the game and break the balance to create offensive opportunities for himself.

Now, Gao Wen is in a passive situation, cutting a diagonal line, trying to buy time for himself, which is also a tactic.

--"ah!"

However, Istomin did not buy it and attacked without hesitation with a two-handed backhand, pulling up the topspin and flying low over the net in a loop similar to that of a table tennis ball, attacking Gao Wen's backhand with all his strength.

--bass.

Across the net, Gao Wen cut the ball again.

——“Ah! Ahhhhh!”

Istomin continued to exert force. He did not choose to hit the forehand sideways, but insisted on using his two hands to hit the backhand diagonally. The angle was slowly widening, with each shot becoming more offset and heavier than the last. Standing in his backhand position, he burned his last bit of energy and launched a continuous attack.

——Huff, huff huff huff.

Gawain was in a very awkward situation, very, very awkward, because he was worried that Istomin would hit the empty space in the straight line, so he kept trying to return to defense. As a result, Istomin aimed at the backhand position for the third consecutive shot, and the angle became larger and larger, so that it became more and more difficult for Gawain to return to his position.

Finally, at the critical moment, Gawain stretched his body to the extreme with a split, applied the sliding step of clay to the grass, changed the two-handed backhand to a one-handed backhand, barely cut a shot, and only relied on the strength of his wrist to barely control the arc and cut back again.

Embarrassed, indeed, but embarrassment is one thing. Gawain's attention is still completely focused. The burning lungs are stinging slightly, which makes his brain more and more clear and focused. The bloody breath surging in the depths of his throat completely ignites his high morale.

Focus!

He needs to focus! The more crisis and difficulty, the more he needs to focus! Grit his teeth and keep going! Completely enter a state of selflessness.

He pushed off the ground, supported himself, and used his hands and feet together. The flexible waist and abdomen quickly supported his body to stand up, but the shaky inertia was still pulling him.

He quickly completed a 270-degree turn in a counterclockwise direction, and without pausing, his body was already flying towards his forehand position.

Tap! Tap, tap, tap! The soles of my feet could clearly feel the smoothness of the friction between the particles of the sneakers and the grass, just like skating. In the blink of an eye, the whole world turned into a halo. Amid the green all over the sky and the ground, a touch of white exploded, and the golden sunlight penetrated every corner of my vision.

Tap! Tap, tap, tap—

Running wildly, sprinting, forgetting everything else! In his sight, he immediately captured Istomin's series of actions, stepping forward, rushing forward, and punching with both hands.

Straight, neutral, clean and neat.

Sure enough, the prediction was accurate.

Given Istomin's character, after three consecutive backhand strikes, the angle had been completely torn apart, and the next strike would definitely leave a straight line open.

In fact, in such a situation, the best effect can be achieved by breaking the balance in different ways, such as changing the batting technique, the time difference, or following the ball to the net.

In the Big Four games, such shocking choices can often be seen; but Istomin is not one of them.

So, he chose the straight gap.

Therefore, Gawain made an accurate prediction.

The cut on the previous shot was a defense, but it was also a deliberate slowing down of the tempo to buy time for oneself to return to defense.

Sprint, sprint with all your might.

Gawain could clearly feel the collision and friction of his knee bones, his feet stepping on the blazing fire, and his entire chest exploding uncontrollably.

However, adrenaline is still bursting out, just like the National Day fireworks display, the colorful lights tear through the darkness and light up the whole world.

Running is like your body is about to fall apart at any moment, so you have to use the inertia of speed to keep going, burning up all your energy.

From the corner of his eyes, he glanced at Istomin's position.

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Move, defend, and fill in the gaps. Naturally, the straight gap behind you at the backhand position is slowly exposed like an open sesame door.

I ran wildly, bent my knees, and lowered my center of gravity. However, my slightly trembling knees made it almost impossible for me to control my body. If I continued squatting, I might fall apart.

What to do? An idea suddenly occurred to Gawain, and he simply gave up squatting and slid to do splits. He did the splits for the second time in a row, lowering his center of gravity physically and buying some time by sliding. He then rushed forward and descended like an arrow, reaching the basement floor by floor.

When he swings the racket for his forehand, his body can no longer turn, and he relies entirely on the swing of his forearms to leverage the force and bounce back all of Istomin's attacking energy. At the same time, his wrist speeds up and rotates at the moment of the racket, releasing the last bit of energy.

Ah! The sound did not come out in a roar, but just burned in the chest.

Ahhh! The energy, released without reservation, filled my ears with a roar.

Bang, snap, whoosh—

In a flash, the tennis ball was already wrapped in the energy of Mars hitting the Earth, and like a meteor, it fell rapidly along the sideline, across the entire court.

Time stops at this moment.

The bustling and noisy atmosphere of the entire stadium froze; even hearts stopped beating. Thousands of eyes, including Istomin’s, followed the tennis ball as it moved across the stadium.

Astonishment, amazement, shock, excitement, all the emotions surging in his heart surged up at once, and he was completely unaware of his uncontrollable trembling fingertips, staring intently, as if he was admiring the moment of a meteor shower falling.

Falling.

Landed.

Explosion.

Rough seas!

——Within the boundary.

On the 33rd shot, Gawain counterattacked with a straight forehand shot, using the opponent's force to accurately trace the trajectory of the sideline and fall into the empty corner behind Istomin, bringing a perfect end to the longest round of the game. This point finally belonged to Gawain.

"30:40".

Break point appeared.