Back off, smash—

The tennis ball hits you head-on like a storm, and the whistling air waves try to devour all obstacles in front of them.

Huh! Ah! The Arthur Ashe Stadium was in an uproar, and the fierce and powerful momentum filled the entire stadium. More than half of the audience was certain that the winner of this point was a foregone conclusion.

Excited. Thrilled. Joyful.

Faintly, you can see the gophers scattered in every corner of the scene, ready to stand up and cheer to celebrate the score. Some of them can't wait and stand up directly. The ups and downs of their restlessness are like flames that continue to add fuel to the heat wave on the scene.

The wind was howling and the world was caught in a turbulent storm.

Then.

Gawain appeared.

To be precise, Gawain's footsteps were at the forehand position and did not completely leave. Federer's overhead high pressure still chose the diagonal forehand route.

then.

No shying away. No retreating. No hesitation.

Gawain faced forward.

He pushed with his right leg, stepped on the ground, applied emergency brakes, and supported his body. Layers of power wrapped around his calves and rushed up his body. His body couldn't help but tremble slightly, as if he was transforming into a Super Saiyan. All the surging energy was gathered together, waiting for the moment to be released instantly.

Focus your eyes, look straight ahead, and keep your eyes on the tennis ball.

Here it comes.

A whirlwind.

This is completely different from normal batting. It is more difficult but also more rigorous to grasp the hitting point, and there cannot be any deviation in concentration.

Be resolute and attack.

Nothing fancy, just the simplest, most rustic and most basic forehand shot. The racket head speeds up and the forehand hits head-on.

Bang! The solid and crisp sound of the ball hitting the target instantly exploded.

Tennis, completely disappeared.

——Hold your breath.

The previous second, those brilliant sights followed Federer's high-pressure ball across the court and looked towards the end of the world, waiting for the moment when it would land and bloom.

The next second, he was pulled across the net by the counterattack of the tennis ball again, but he lost the track of the tennis ball while turning his head and fell into shock.

"Power vs. Power".

Gawain not only did not retreat, but also confronted head-on.

The tennis ball, compressed to the extreme, almost disappeared, flying all the way along the sideline, brushing a straight path to the other side of the court.

It was not until the moment it landed that my pupils caught sight of the mustard yellow bloom again.

Within the boundaries.

straight line.

Blind spot.

period.

Stunned faces and wooden eyes looked slowly and stiffly at the half of the court where the tennis ball landed.

Federer moved his body reflexively, but after taking two or three steps he realized that he had lost his position before he could get into position.

So, he stopped and watched the tennis ball go into the blind corner at the baseline, unable to do anything about it.

This point belongs to Gao Wen.

Federer lowered his head and adjusted his breathing, his expression unclear as his face was hidden in the shadows.

But the sanity inside Arthur Ashe Stadium had become a complete mess.

"First, Gao."

The voice of the referee announcing the score broke the silence of the scene. The next second, a buzzing sound could be heard, increasing from zero to one hundred and then further breaking through to evolve into a storm. Exclamations and surprises, sighs and roars were all intertwined together, like a storm passing through, a ball of noise surging on the eardrums.

In sharp contrast, both players on the court were exceptionally calm.

Not only Federer, but Gawain did not cheer or celebrate. After confirming the score, he walked silently to the baseline, adjusted his mood, and continued to prepare for the next point.

Because Gawain knew that the crisis was still not resolved. Unless he converted the game point and held his serve, Federer could still launch a counterattack at any time.

He needs to focus.

Take a deep breath, exhale long, and then Gao Wen is ready for the next point.

District 2.

Gawain looked up at Federer. There was no sound at all in the entire Arthur Ashe Stadium.

Obviously, they didn't want to anger Gao Wen again, otherwise the four points just now would have been the best response.

One shot.

T point.

The shot was accurate and Gao Wen took a risk at game point.

Although the serve speed was only 176 kilometers per hour, the serve accurately hit the T point, making full use of the space in the serving area.

Federer, a little embarrassed.

Fly, extend, and push with your forehand.

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Federer has tried his best to control his body and wrists, gritting his teeth and trying to improve the quality of his return by taking advantage of the shortcoming of his slow serve speed.

However, the excellent quality of his serve still restricted Federer's room for maneuver, and he barely managed to push his forehand past the bar.

Straight. Middle. Deep.

Federer pushed the return ball as deep as possible and used the middle point to limit the route of Gao Wen's second shot attack.

Gao Wen was mentally prepared for this.

He moved his right leg back to make room and create space, but took the initiative to move his forehand forward. This was also the serve receiving strategy that Federer used several times tonight. Now it was used by Gawain, but with different characteristics.

Actively move your forehand forward, using the strength of your wrist to swing quickly and exert force instantly.

Although the angle was not completely torn apart, the speed and power were stronger, forming a suppression with the quality of the ball.

Backslash.

Backhand.

With the power trajectories of the upper and lower bodies different, Gao Wen also hit a difficult technical ball, pushing the tennis ball to Federer's backhand.

Federer's steps were moving in a violent and jolting manner. He first went to his forehand to receive the serve, stretching his body to the extreme; then he stopped and turned suddenly and rushed to the backhand position to meet the impact.

Although Federer was mentally prepared and predicted that Gao Wen might choose this route, the bumps in his steps were still inevitable.

The moment he hit the ball backhand, he immediately felt the strong impact of the ball's tail force. Federer tried to open his chest and use his strength to suppress and counterattack, but his racket swing speed was obviously hindered, so that the racket head speed did not increase, and the effect of his push-ball counterattack was far below expectations.

Oops!

Federer's alarm immediately sounded, he paused, and rushed towards the completely clear forehand space. Nominally, he was defending the forehand position, but in fact the entire court was clear. Gawain only needed to push the tennis ball back, and Federer would be in a passive situation of saving the ball.

Tap tap.

Tap tap.

Federer was sprinting at high speed, but he could see Gao Wen playing steadily and calmly in the backhand position, and attacking strongly with both hands.

There was no waiting for Federer to start. It could be seen from the swing that Gawain was trying to get a rising point and seemed to be preparing to hit a straight line. This also made Federer's movement more determined, but before he took a step, Gawain had already compressed the rhythm and shot without hesitation.

Push off the ground, turn around, shoot, and get down——

straight line?

No, slash.

Look back.

Repeat the placement.

Be strong, neat and decisive, and seize the opportunity and rhythm with just a flick of the hand.

The tennis ball slipped into the gap behind Federer and disappeared before he could even blink.

The score belongs to Gawain.

From being in a desperate situation of falling behind at "0:40" to winning five points in a row to turn the situation around and hold serve, the ever-changing nature of tennis matches once again demonstrated the charm of competitive sports in another form.

The whole audience's mind was buzzing.

"5:4", Gao Wen continued to maintain the lead and put all the pressure on Federer.