Chapter 1740: Rhythm traction
The same old trick again!
It can be seen at this time that Gao Wen is obviously consciously controlling the strength, landing point and route, and quietly manipulating Jilong's steps.
Like Medvedev, who just rose to prominence in 2018 and 2019 but still lacks experience in competing against top players, Giron's batting position is always near the baseline. Whether he steps forward or backward to hit the ball, he will return to the baseline after the shot, like a pendulum.
However, such movement involves a lot of ineffective movement, which affects the hitting effect, and the quality of the ball return will easily fluctuate significantly between rounds.
In the past few points, Gao Wen has been cleverly using this kind of landing point control to change the rhythm and disrupt Jilong's movement inertia; this point was even more obvious.
Gao Wen's shot was completely powerless, basically just a light hit, and the tennis ball returned to the center of the court, giving the offensive opportunity to Jilong.
However! After the tennis ball bounced near the bottom line of the service area, it lost its power and almost stopped in mid-air, with the entire flight arc breaking the rules.
Here, Jilong had already made adjustments, and had his forehand weapon ready, ready to go, but he found that the hitting point was wrong -
The tennis ball stopped moving, which also means that the space between the tennis ball and the body is larger than expected. The hitting point needs to be moved forward, but the foot has completed the force position and cannot move forward. This is embarrassing.
Well.
Jilong groaned.
Although Jilong still forced his racket to hit the ball, his forehand had to move forward a little to reach the ball. The entire force, ball control, racket swing trajectory, etc. were all deviated, and the return effect became weaker.
Even the route deviated from expectations.
Originally, Jilong was preparing to hit a diagonal shot, aiming at the blind corner of Gao Wen's backhand baseline; but now the angle was not wide open, and the ball fell into the deep middle area of Gao Wen's left half of the court, but with no angle, no power, and no speed, it was basically a transition ball level.
An invalid shot.
Jilong had no time to feel upset, because Gawain had already arrived on horseback.
But see——
Gao Wen's two-handed backhand was very solid and stable, rushing towards him like a baseball home run, and the heavy and heavy ball flew in a straight line.
Bang! Jilong, a panic.
Because Gao Wen's shot was aimed at his position and rushed straight towards him, Gao Wen did not choose to open up the angle, but returned to the middle along the middle, and used a powerful deep-zone landing point to form a squeezing impact.
Jilong took small steps back, trying to make room, but it was very difficult. Gawain's shot fully increased his speed and power, and a whistling wind blew in his face, suppressing his breathing in an instant.
He finally got out of the way and hit the rebounding ball with his forehand.
whoosh.
The tennis ball flew high up, forming a high parabola and dived into the sunlight.
It was obvious at first glance that Jilong had no control over his rebounding ball, which put him in a passive position. Gawain only had one shot to throw Jilong into a rhythm chaos, like a drying machine.
Jilong's alarm bells rang loudly, and they were on full alert, but they did not give up. They continued to take small steps and put pressure on Gao Wen through practical actions, showing that they had not given up.
Defensive mode!
But Gao Wen was not disturbed at all. He cut into the baseline lightly and went to the net. He hit the ball with high pressure in front of the net and almost broke the tennis ball.
Boom! High pressure, heavy and deep, it didn’t give Jilong any chance to struggle.
Winning score!
"0:40".
Jilong looked at the tennis ball stuck in the audience stands, feeling helpless and depressed. In just a few minutes, the whole situation changed drastically:
What's going on?
Jilong looked up at the sky, let out a long breath, and then gathered all his scattered thoughts back together, continuing to focus on the next point and this game, not letting those disturbing thoughts affect his concentration.
Next point.
Although this round was extremely dangerous, Jilong had no intention of surrendering.
The morale is high and the war is burning.
Don't forget, he is also a brown bear, and the will to fight runs in his blood.
District 2.
Jilong exhaled heavily, glanced at Gao Wen, made sure Gao Wen was in position, and started to shoot the ball.
Inside corner? Outside corner? Or close?
Push off the ground, bend your knees, and throw the ball!
All in one go.
Despite the difficult situation, in this game, Jilong's first serves all entered the zone smoothly, and there was no fluctuation in the serve, demonstrating his stable mentality.
Inner corner!
At the critical moment, Jilong chose to attack Gao Wen's forehand.
At T, it was just a little bit off, but very, very close. It was an excellent serve at 190 kilometers per hour.
Whoosh! The tennis ball turned into a stream of light.
Across the net, Gawain leaped forward with his arms fully stretched out, standing on one leg like a golden rooster, his body tilted and extended to the right, his left leg raised high to maintain balance, just like a balance beam performance in a gymnastics competition.
Forehand, infinite extension.
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Then.
Got it! Incredibly, unbelievably, but while Jilong knew Gao Wen, Gao Wen also knew Jilong. He accurately predicted Jilong's serve intention and activated his conditioned reflex to seize the opportunity in the first place.
One top and one stroke.
The wrist and forearm are pushed out along the reverse diagonal line along the direction of the body.
There is no time and space to swing the racket, and the ball is touched only by inertia and strength.
Bang.
Serving, moving, receiving, all actions seemed to happen at the same time. The slight difference in time sequence could not be accurately described in words, and then the tennis ball flew out along the reverse diagonal like lightning.
In the blink of an eye, it was gone.
Huh! The whole audience took a deep breath.
Jilong reacted very quickly, turning on the Super Saiyan mode, and rushed out reflexively before he even had time to resume his serve.
The body was also stretched to the extreme, and the two-handed backhand had become a one-handed backhand, trying with all his might to intercept the flying trajectory of the tennis ball.
With a muffled groan, Jilong had already pushed himself to his limit, but——
The reaction was still a little slow.
In the first few points, the rhythm of the game was really uncomfortable, with fast and slow, tight and loose. But in this point, the rhythm was pushed to the extreme from the first touch of the ball.
I don't know what to do!
Jilong was completely caught up in the storm. Even with his super-fast reaction speed, he still couldn't keep up. He watched helplessly as the tennis ball broke through the blockade from the front of his racket and rushed out, embracing the strong wind with open arms.
Receive serve ACE.
Gao Wen converted the first break point in a clean and decisive manner, breaking Jilong's serve with four straight points, and returning to the same starting line in the second set.
Jilong, helpless.
Damn it! Damn it, damn it, damn it! Did Jilong not perform well?
Of course not.
In fact, in this serve just now, Jilong had already performed at his highest level, but Gawain counterattacked in an even more incredible way.
So, what else can Jilong do? The feeling of powerlessness and frustration gently shook the foundation of Jilong's confidence.
How should he play the next game? Should he continue to play at his own pace and style? But he had just lost eight points in a row, which was obviously not normal at all, so that Jilong was a little at a loss, and he didn't know why it happened all of a sudden.
so what?
(End of this chapter)