Chapter 1744 A Kind of Respect
Huff, huff, huff, huff.
Jilong's chest was heaving violently, he was gasping for breath, a bloody taste rose from the depths of his throat, and his stomach was churning along with it. His muscles seemed to be burning, and his physical strength was being consumed and declining at a rate visible to the naked eye.
He felt like a balloon with a hole in it. The harder he tried to hold on to something, the harder it was to hold on. Everything was slipping away. Panic spread in his heart, and his fingertips began to tremble slightly uncontrollably.
However, compared to panic, what really grips the heart is a sense of confusion, unwillingness and frustration.
Lost twenty-three points in a row.
"23:0".
There was no need for exaggeration or rendering. Just the sound of it was tragic enough, and he was now experiencing it in person.
Bloody and bruised !
What is worse now than physical fitness is confidence and belief.
He no longer knew how to play, not only the tactics, but even the basic hitting was questioned.
Is this the gap between him and Gawain now? So what?
Give up? Surrender? Beg for mercy from Gawain?
No, he can't.
It is not because of the pride and dignity of a chosen one, but because of the belief and bottom line of competitive sports.
He still wants to give it a try.
The more difficult it is, the more he wants to try it; the more impossible it is, the more he wants to challenge it. Otherwise, he should give up and turn away, not only for this game, but for his entire tennis career. After all, there are more top players in the tennis world than just Gawain.
Listen, the rolling waves of sound are surging on your eardrums, they are calling.
"Marcos, Marcos..."
Over and over again.
Taking a deep breath, Jilong gathered all his scattered thoughts and returned to the game.
Forget the score, forget the difficulties, and forget the game for a while. Focus wholeheartedly on this point, just this point in front of you.
Area 2, outer corner——
The round was deadlocked again.
Although Jilong's knees and calves were trembling, although the scalding sweat was flowing like a stream, and although the whole body was steaming with misty heat waves, it seemed that he could clearly see the loss of physical energy. From movement to hitting the ball to prediction, his entire reaction was declining in all aspects.
However, Jilong gritted his teeth and attacked with all his strength.
He made two consecutive sideways forehand diagonal attacks, but was defended by Gao Wen.
A two-handed backhand attack was defended by Gao Wen, who turned defense into offense.
He ran wildly on defense at both ends of the baseline and completed three consecutive stunning defenses in the forehand and backhand positions.
The two players fought back and forth, and the fight was bloody. In a blink of an eye, the two players had already started fourteen rounds of fighting, and the offense and defense continued to be deadlocked.
"ah!"
In an extremely passive situation, Jilong barely hit a straight line with his two-handed backhand. Although the speed and line were not the best, he still forced Gao Wen to defend with his forehand.
Chance!
Jilong took a series of small steps to adjust, and switched to the sideways forehand again, with a force as heavy as a mountain and a river, venting all the little energy left in his body.
straight line!
Counterattack!
Within his current state and energy range, Jilong has already taken out his best weapon, not only without reservation, but also burning the mental power deep in his soul.
Boom! Jilong's shot crossed the court with great force, breaking Gawain's prediction and creating an incredible threat.
Gawain was in a state of embarrassment.
His feet had just left the forehand and he was about to return to defense, but this time he was pulled back to the forehand unexpectedly. His center of gravity and feet were not stable. He had no time to swing the racket. He could only use his forehand to lightly lob the ball, a high ball that drew a full parabolic arc, flew into the sky and disappeared in the sunlight.
Passive defense!
Gao Wen was forced to hit a high ball, and Jilong seized the opportunity and went straight to the net.
However! The footsteps just entered the baseline, and then retreated all the way back with the tennis ball, back to the baseline——
It's still not enough.
He continued to retreat, standing about one meter behind the baseline, watching Gao Wen's defensive control, and the whole audience exclaimed.
Huh! The ball landed just inside the baseline, slightly pressing the inside line.
Such a touch! Such control! In an absolutely passive situation, the defense was done to the extreme. The opportunity came to Jilong, but it was not so easy to digest.
Bottom line high pressure.
It is a challenge for any player, including the big four, who need to change their batting style according to the specific situation.
Jilong was no exception. He took small steps to adjust and watched the tennis ball bounce high after landing. The limitations of his height and strength meant that Jilong did not have many choices. He hit the ball back with a high forehand baseline in a half-cutting and half-blocking manner, and sent it to Gao Wen's forehand again.
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For the third time in a row.
Because Jilong knew Gao Wen's backhand ability, although he had encountered many setbacks in the forehand duel today, at the critical moment, Jilong still chose the forehand.
Pop.
With the cut and light hit, Jilong did not exert force blindly, and the tennis ball almost fell in front of Gao Wen.
Gao Wen also took small steps to adjust his body and the tennis ball, and looked for the hitting point, and then -
Take a step forward, push off the ground, and jump.
Jilong's light hit had topspin, and the ball bounced above his shoulders after landing, so Gao Wen did not move forward to avoid the dilemma of not being able to control the hitting point. Instead, he stood on the baseline and jumped to match the hitting point.
Soar into the air.
Press down.
Whip quickly.
As expected, yet unexpectedly, Gawain chose to attack, and took the initiative to attack, very boldly and forcefully breaking the deadlock.
Forehand crosscourt.
whoosh.
Tennis ball, across the court.
Jilong started very timely, but as soon as he stepped on the ground, he realized that he could not catch up. His speed, strength and route were all perfect. Even if Jilong had predicted accurately, he still could not catch up. A feeling of powerlessness arose spontaneously.
Then, Jilong just watched Gao Wen find the landing point in the shallow area on the right sideline with his forehand diagonal line and hit a wonderful "Inside-out".
Land and bloom.
The winning points are in your pocket.
From passive defense to high pressure at the baseline to a forehand volley, the ball went through ups and downs in just three shots, and finally came to an abrupt end, ending just like that.
The last point still belongs to Gao Wen.
Since falling behind in the game score of "0:2" and the small score of "0:30", Gao Wen scored 24 points in a row, delivered an invisible egg, completed an invisible golden plate, and won the victory with great ease. These 24 points took only 21 minutes, and the final time of the whole game was fixed at 91 minutes.
“6:4”, “6:2”.
The victory belonged to Gawain, without a doubt; no one expected such a start, perhaps some people expected such an ending but no one expected that the second journey leading to the ending would be in such a way. Amidst astonishment and absurdity, 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 also give the winners the corresponding recognition? Slowly, the applause gathered, pure and simple applause, slowly gathering as they looked at each other in bewilderment.
(End of this chapter)