Slide. Straight line. Go to the net——

Djokovic's tactical combination came very suddenly, but the execution was firm and decisive enough. The murderous aura and will that burst out from the inside out instantly overturned the situation and released overwhelming energy without warning.

Fierce. Violent. Powerful.

Although Gao Wen had prepared himself mentally, and improved his condition comprehensively because of the break point, and also sounded the alarm because he noticed his opponent's gaze, he still lost in this instant of game and confrontation.

So what? Not much.

Djokovic showed his plan and Gawain responded with his own. They responded in a split second and made their decisions immediately.

He glanced at Djokovic's net route and position; at the same time, his footsteps speeded up further and his brain started working at high speed. While multitasking, he had already captured the route to break through the net.

Tap, tap, tap!

The speed has been increased to the extreme, and even when he was about to reach the hitting point, he still did not stop. He used the inertia of acceleration to complete the last sprint and then collided head-on.

Push! Forehand, attack, sweep.

There is no fancy or skill, just the most basic and simple forehand shot, but true professionals can see the difference in Gao Wen's shot -

Pull up from the bottom, and use the strength of the wrist during the upward swing to further increase the winding speed of the racket head at the moment the racket touches the ball.

One scan.

Then the tennis ball flew out.

A little late, the braking sound of the sneakers rubbing against the ground and the hitting sound of the racket and the tennis ball intertwined and collided, like a magnificent symphony.

Everything was accelerated, as if a ten-times-speed button was pressed, and there was no time to breathe from the back-and-forth hitting of the ball; but the amazing thing was that it was like a slow-motion replay, magically capturing the splendor and grandeur of the interweaving and collision of different trajectories, showing the tension and excitement of this round to the fullest.

On the other hand, Gao Wen chose to break through the net diagonally.

On the other side, Djokovic's center of gravity was shaken, and his whole body was pulled to the right. After stretching his body to the extreme, he leaped into the air.

After getting rid of the constraints of gravity, he realized that Gawain's topspin diagonal shot stretched the parabola to its fullest, quite like Nadal, like a boomerang. Djokovic had to try to hit the ball diagonally above his head, with his body and arms fully extended.

Just a little bit.

Just as the tennis ball was about to break free from its restraints and embrace freedom, a muffled sound was heard.

Pop.

Djokovic, blocked.

On the other hand, after Gawain made an emergency brake, he stared at Djokovic's return ball intently. It was a small diagonal ball. With almost no control space, Djokovic showed his unparalleled touch and completed the force unbelievably, causing Gawain to change his lateral defense steps and run towards the net.

On the other side, Djokovic staggered, barely controlling himself with his hands and feet, once again showing his unparalleled body flexibility, braking and pausing, and stumbling while forcing himself to move sideways to the left, intercepting laterally and blocking Gawain's return space, his center of gravity swaying continuously as he moved, his body in a mess in the wind.

Gawain, staggering, his knees completely bent.

Djokovic staggered, his body swaying and unable to keep his balance.

Both players on the court have reached their peak, as if they were drunk. They have no time to adjust. Even if their center of gravity is unstable and their steps are messy, they have to go into battle. But neither of them is timid or retreats. Instead, the murderous intent in their eyes collides head-on.

Then--

Gawain had already slid out, and because Djokovic's shot was very clever in unloading the force, the tennis ball had a limited height after it bounced off the ground, so he had to cut the racket between the tennis ball and the ground. He glanced at the other side of the net with the corner of his eye, and then took the initiative to pick up the tennis ball with force.

High and over the top.

The O2 Stadium was shocked.

From all aspects, it is the normal choice for Gawain to play small balls to limit Djokovic, because when both players are too close to the net, the high ball may directly fall into the tiger's mouth, and Djokovic will block and smash it before the upward curve of the tennis ball is fully drawn.

However, Gawain seized the opportunity and picked up the tennis ball before the gap in front of Djokovic's net closed, like a rainbow across the net.

Alert, alert, alert!

Djokovic stood up straight at the first moment and stretched his arms to try to complete the interception, but he never expected that his center of gravity was unstable and his balance was disordered, so his body could not be completely straightened. However, it was this tiny gap of shaking that allowed the tennis ball to break through the blockade and continue to rise.

Oops.

Djokovic no longer had time to admire Gawain's delicate grasp of the timing of his shots and the feel of the ball. His heart tightened, the crisis valve was pushed to the maximum, and he turned around and ran backwards at a rapid pace.

Big steps, small steps, cross steps.

Djokovic retreated and watched, his nerves tense to the extreme.

Should I turn around and go back to the baseline to hit the ball, or take a risk and try a high pressure interception in the half court?

Two choices, two situations and two consequences.

However, there is no time to hesitate. Now all the games and arrangements are useless. One can only trust his intuition, a killer's intuition.

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Push off the ground, jump up, and lean back.

Djokovic only took two big steps back, slightly sideways but still facing the court, then he took a run and jumped, making an awkward sideways and backward shooting posture, with his arms and body stretched to the extreme.

Intercepts, blocks, and smashes.

Extending and extending again, the energy burning deep in his dantian was released without reservation. Seeing that the tennis ball was about to break free from his coverage area, Djokovic unexpectedly burst out with a burst of energy, and continued to extend in the air, and the racket head area explored forward again.

Then--

Pop.

The sound of hitting the ball is not solid, not solid at all, and there is no way to exert force at all.

It’s all about the package.

However, for other people, when the body is stretched to the extreme, the waist and abdomen strength cannot complete the folding, and the wrapping force cannot complete the downward pressure. Djokovic is an exception, and may even be the only exception besides Federer.

Wrap. Pocket.

The tennis ball swayed and slowly flew back to the other side of the net, then floated down and landed in an open space.

Within the boundaries.

As light as a feather, it landed silently.

The whole audience was dumbfounded.

Gao Wen still did not give up, but he only had time to stand up again, or even to stand completely, before he had to watch the tennis ball bloom into a bright mustard yellow halo in his backcourt.

Ah, what a pity.

After a hearty and exhausting effort, this point still belonged to the side with better performance, won by Djokovic. Gawain sincerely admired him and raised his hands again, patting the racket face with his left hand to applaud his opponent.

Then——

Ah! A roar came from behind, like thunderclapping out of nowhere.