Chapter 1961 Burnt to ashes

Crumbling, in danger——

Swollen ankles, trembling knees, twitching calves, burning lungs, blank brain... everything was swept up in a halo.

Unable to think or react.

Extreme.

Indistinctly, Gawain seemed to have finally reached his limit. So, is this the ceiling? Is this his limit? So, is this all? No.

He doesn't believe it.

No, it’s not that he doesn’t believe it. He believes that he has reached the limit, but at the same time, he also believes that he should be able to break this limit.

Huh.

Holding his breath, even though every cell in his body was protesting, Gawain still controlled himself and focused all his attention.

One probe, one mention.

It was a purely instinctive batting action. The moment he touched the ball, his body was overturned by the rolling air wave, but he still did not forget the batting action.

Pull up, lift up, and retract.

Then, the tennis ball flies in a straight line with a strong topspin.

——The fifty-third beat.

Turn! Turn, turn, turn! Straight line, blind spot.

Again and again, Gawain's return ball incredibly landed in the backhand corner of Djokovic, hitting the line, which was thrilling and exciting, but this time the whole audience was silent.

Even for the audience, the shock and fright were beyond their capacity and they were unable to react at all. They just stared with their eyes wide open, afraid of missing it.

The pressure is on Djokovic.

but!

Djokovic was well prepared and showed his courage again. He jumped lightly and hit with a two-handed backhand, grabbing a hitting point. He used the jumping method to match the rising point of the tennis ball and hit with a two-handed backhand without hesitation.

Make an effort.

Heavy hammer.

straight line.

“Ah! Ahhhhh!”

A hint of murderous intent also appeared in Djokovic's eyes. He was truly blood-thirsty. In the entanglement and confrontation, he stimulated all his fighting spirit and energy.

Tennis is almost about to be blown up.

——The fifty-fourth beat.

The rolling air waves attacked Gao Wen's front hand position with great force, like a tsunami.

Both players were burning, exploding, and releasing their energy. Both reached their peak and had breakthroughs, all relying on one breath to continue fighting.

The whole venue was filled with heat, creating a roar on the eardrums.

Well.

Across the court, a muffled groan was heard—

Gao Wen stopped and turned suddenly, and pushed the ground hard with his left leg. His knee was a little weak and the force of pushing the ground was obviously insufficient. Such emergency braking and emergency change of direction were undoubtedly a burden on the body, but he had no choice.

The entire backhand gap was wide open, and Gawain had to protect it; but unexpectedly, Djokovic burst out with an indomitable determination and chose a straight line, so Gawain's steps were pulled back again. In a hurry and panic, his center of gravity shook and he could hardly stand steadily.

What to do? Focus! One hundred percent focus! Deep in his eyes, there was a hint of determination and fortitude. He would fight to the end even if it meant burning his life or being crushed to pieces.

Face the challenge head-on and go against the current.

One man can block the pass, ten thousand men cannot break through!

He used his forehand and moved forward quickly. Although it was difficult for him to exert force, he used the force of the opponent and used his body as a shield to push the force back.

Well.

With a muffled groan, and without even a sound of combined effort, he had already completed the shot reflexively in a flash.

——The fifty-fifth beat.

Slash.

Gao Wen no longer had time and space to reach the sidelines, so the diagonal line was his only option. He relied on the force of the opponent's opponent to complete the push, and then squatted down.

The impact of force and the entanglement of tail force were still too fierce, one wave after another, and Gao Wen had to squat down to barely dissipate the remaining force.

Squatting and standing, using his hands and feet, Gao Wen did not have time to breathe. He immediately stood up again, adjusting his steps continuously and rushed towards the backhand position.

Panic.

Bumpy.

turmoil.

All the internal organs collided violently, burning fiercely and thriving.

However, Gawain's eyes were still clear and focused, firmly locking onto Djokovic's moving figure. He rushed to the forehand position at lightning speed. The murderous intent in Djokovic's eyes was still undiminished. He made another clean shot with a forehand pass and a block.

straight line!

Blind spot!

Now, the two players have utilized the entire space of the court to the extreme, not only taking risks but also being precise, with thrilling shots one after another.

Decisive and ruthless in killing.

Bang! Djokovic hit the ball with a crisp and solid sound, and the tennis ball turned into a streak of light again, stretching straight along the sideline to form a long tail.

——The fifty-sixth beat.

Ah! Ah! A hoarse and dull roar surged in the depths of Djokovic's throat. He even had little strength left to shout. He had reached his limit.

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But even at the extreme point, Djokovic still squeezed out a bit of energy, ignited a bit of passion, and once again completed an incredible forehand shot.

The pressure, layer upon layer, was pushed towards the other side of the court like a tidal wave. Under the gaze of the entire audience, it cut into the baseline in a mighty manner, and again and again, it was extremely dangerous and precarious, but it successfully entered the boundary and pushed Gao Wen out of the wire rope again.

Wow, the wind was howling, the city was shaky, and an unprecedented shadow of crisis was looming over Gawain.

Tap! Tap, tap, tap! Gawain was speeding up, speeding up with all his might, speeding up with a burning passion. His heart was beating wildly, getting stronger and stronger, getting hotter and hotter.

Faster, faster——

The timely start after the previous shot bought Gawain some time. All his fatigue and heaviness seemed to be engulfed in the flames and burned away. His knees straightened, his steps firmed, and his speed increased again.

A big step forward.

Another big step forward.

The steps were already in place smoothly, a little difficult and a little dangerous, but Gawain could handle it, and his peripheral vision accurately captured Djokovic's figure.

He is moving sideways, covering the entire backhand gap.

Because Djokovic knew Gawain's situation and the many difficulties ahead, the diagonal line was a high-probability event, and the straight line was too risky and too crazy.

Even for Gawain, this is no exception.

Therefore, Djokovic did not hesitate to defend the diagonal line.

This is indeed the case.

This is already the deciding set, this is already the 56th round, everything is different, what was possible in the first set may not be possible now.

The vision that spread out before Gawain was a blur. He could not see a straight line of space for hitting the ball.

So, it's the slash?

Will the fight continue? Push off the ground, step forward, stretch out——

The body extends completely out, a little more, a little more, and another little more.

With teeth clenched and nerves tense, the whole person has been stretched to the extreme.

Then.

In the midst of chaos and light, a passage appeared before our eyes like the light at the end of a dark tunnel.

A gap.

The gap that overturns the situation, the gap that breaks through the limit, the gap that surpasses oneself, is so weak and so small, but it really exists, a gap created by relying on footsteps, body and tenacity.

Act decisively without hesitation.

Push off the ground.

Turn around.

Swing the racket.

Both hands quickly follow up with a backhand, the turning movement is smooth, and with a flick of the wrist, the speed of the racket head increases.

Ah! Not enough, still not enough, he needs faster, faster.

Ah! The flames burned fiercely, and the last bit of energy hidden in the deepest corners of the soul and body was released without reservation.

——The fifty-seventh beat.

(End of this chapter)