A kick, a sweep——

Head-on impact.

Gao Wen's forehand stood the test. Under the powerful impact of Djokovic's two-handed backhand straight line, he used the force to sweep out a diagonal shot.

fight back.

Sharpness.

With each shot, they exerted force and dug holes. Obviously, the strong collision between Djokovic and Gawain entered a new level and then became stalemate again.

Djokovic's tactics were very clear and direct, entangled with Gawain's forehand.

"Forehand VS Forehand".

"Backhand VS Forehand".

"Backhand VS Forehand 2.0".

"Forehand VS Forehand 2.0".

"Backhand VS Forehand 3.0".

Gawain kept changing his line and trying, but Djokovic relied on his unique ability to hit the ball tightly, sending the tennis ball back to Gawain's forehand position once, twice, and three times, pinning Gawain's feet to the forehand position and unable to leave.

This is Djokovic's true ability. He can cover any changes, any rotations, and any impacts with his prediction, movement, and wrapping, and then launch confrontation according to his own tactical intentions.

Gao Wen understood this very well.

If Gawain wants to break this situation, he needs the courage to burn his boats.

Does Gawain have it? Of course.

But now, Gao Wen was not in a hurry to break the deadlock.

Tug of war, stalemate, calculation, game, Djokovic is restraining Gawain, and Gawain is also consuming Djokovic.

The game has become increasingly tense and stalemate at this point, requiring calmness, wisdom and patience. Only then can you strike a fatal blow when the opportunity arises.

Back and forth.

Back and forth.

The confrontation on the court was a bit weird. Gawain was entangled in the forehand position, while Djokovic was running all over the court. For a moment, it was difficult to tell who had the upper hand.

Attack; contradict.

Squeeze; fight back.

The seemingly monotonous line layout was full of hidden dangers. Djokovic had chances and Gawain also had chances, but neither of them took the initiative to kill.

In a blink of an eye, Djokovic had returned to Gawain's forehand position for the seventh time. Amid exclamations from the audience, Gawain returned a forehand shot to the middle.

Press line.

Huh! The ball seemed to be out of bounds, causing the whole audience to exclaim, but the linesman and referee both indicated that it was in bounds again, pushing the tense atmosphere to a new height.

Djokovic, his footwork was squeezed.

However, Djokovic once again showed his flexibility and balance, with his body in a very awkward situation, and there was no sign of any difference at all.

He launched a fatal attack.

Unexpected, sudden, and without warning, this was not an opportunity at all. To be precise, this was a relatively passive moment for Djokovic, but it happened.

Right now.

In an un-chanced moment, Djokovic hit a forehand shot, turning a rebound from the bottom of his foot into a meteor across the court.

Target, backhand gap.

In seven consecutive rounds, Gawain's feet have been taking care of his backhand, but he had to return to his forehand seven times. His body has formed inertia, moving to the left and then immediately returning to the right. This inertia is deceptive, and it is also Djokovic's purpose.

Therefore, the key to breaking inertia lies in suddenness.

Moreover, Djokovic's shot was risky and bold enough.

Pressing the line!

From Gawain's return to Djokovic's return, two consecutive returns hit the line and two consecutive returns were within bounds. This is a real dance on the tightrope.

In an instant, he overturned the situation like an assassin.

So, what about Gawain?

Tap tap tap.

Ta-ta-ta! He ran all the way across the field, leaving a long afterimage behind the baseline.

Gawain, be on full alert.

Although it was sudden, unexpected, and the start was a little slow, Gawain was not panicked at all because he had expected this.

Steady, cool... and burning.

It was getting closer and closer, approaching at full speed, and with it came a kind of squeezing and impact, the precise depth of the line and the force of the sudden attack, which came at him layer by layer, unreasonably squeezing Gawain's space for hitting the ball and counterattacking, like a raging wave crashing down on his head.

I pushed with my left leg, applied the emergency brake and supported my body. The strong reaction force made the soles of my feet numb, and I seemed to be able to feel the electric current rising.

Use both hands to hit the ball backhand, from bottom to top, rising from near the knees, and meeting the falling tennis ball on the rising trajectory.

A collision.

A mention.

A flick.

One rush.

The wrapping and pushing of the wrist all happened in a flash. The speed of the racket head increased instantly, and the power deep in the dantian burst out.

combustion!

Burning brightly!

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At this moment, his body had already entered an anaerobic state. The long and intense competition dragged his feet, as if he was running on two tires. Every muscle and every cell in his body was protesting. But Gawain was fully focused, with a murderous look in his eyes.

Everything is no longer important. The only thing in my eyes and brain is the tennis ball. My extremely tired body follows inertia to return to its peak state.

Speed ​​up, speed up again, and let the racket head swing completely.

straight line.

Impact.

control.

Accurate.

Clean, direct, and without any hesitation throughout the shot.

A fatal blow, hitting the bull's eye -

Bull's eye.

Connect one blind spot to another, and launch one attack into another.

Strong and direct.

Tennis is almost about to be blown up.

Before the whole audience had time to stop watching, the tennis ball was once again pulled across the court and rushed towards Djokovic in a mighty and vigorous manner.

Ah! That was the sound of Gawain hitting the ball with all his strength.

Ah! That was the sound of Djokovic being squeezed and hit but refusing to retreat, using his body as a backup to complete the ball.

Back and forth.

Staggered rise.

Gawain's two-handed backhand hit a straight line, combining speed and power to the extreme, accurately finding the blind spot and suppressing Djokovic's forehand.

In an instant, Djokovic went from an advantage to a disadvantage, but obviously, he refused to compromise or surrender, and his forehand impact also accelerated.

Forehand, straight line, counterattack.

Djokovic is still Djokovic. In such a predicament, he actually wrapped up the tennis ball, unexpectedly!

Both players' all-out efforts were counterattacked by their opponents, and at this moment they were truly blood-thirsty. The full-strength and tense confrontation round incredibly reached a new height. Djokovic hit the return ball with repeated straight-line landings, trying to disrupt Gawain's balance.

but!

Fast, everything happened too fast.

It was precisely because Djokovic's return was so fast that Gao Wen didn't have time to move sideways to defend his forehand, and his feet were already on the backhand position.

Caught in the act.

then.

Stand firmly with your feet, use your knees to push, lower your center of gravity, and stand firmly in the horse stance.

Use both hands to backhand, without a complete swing, to buy time to compress the rhythm, just push in a small range, use the force of the rotation to complete the swing.

Like a baseball home run.

Bang! The sound of the tennis ball hitting the strings was so crisp and solid. Layers of air waves spread out in a mighty manner, and the light and shadow disappeared.

Where is the ball?

Wait, where's the ball? Buzz, buzz, buzz, there was thunder and roar, a heat wave and a surge, and my vision, hearing, touch, smell and taste seemed to be all in chaos, like I was sucked into the dryer, and the whole world was spinning.