Chapter 208 Lung Burning
Tap tap.
Tap tap.
Gao Wen noticed the way Jilong returned the ball and immediately realized Jilong's intention. He let out a roar from deep in his dantian because of the excessive force.
Uh ah!
Gao Wen gripped the racket tightly and sprinted vertically continuously like a 100-meter sprinter. He saw that the tennis ball had already hit the ground and bounced back, leaving almost no space for hitting the ball.
Unless Gawain burrows into the ground, it will be useless no matter how low he squats or how low his center of gravity is.
In desperation, Gao Wen used both hands to cut in along the side at a 15-degree angle, cutting it thinly like slicing sashimi.
rub.
Gao Wen's two-handed backhand adds a lot of rotation. There is no force action. All the processing is controlled by the small muscles of the wrist and forearm. The strong and full rotation hits the tennis ball left and right and bounces back.
Chi chi.
Chichi!
The ball took on a strange spin and went low and flat towards the left sideline of Geelong.
Like an earth dragon.
Jilong's entire kicking movement became noticeably lighter and more agile, his eyes fixed on the tennis ball, because he knew the opportunity had come !
Although the rotation is weird, it is generally backspin with sidespin.
Jilong squatted very low with his center of gravity, raised his hands and hit the ball back. Because the rhythm of the ball was slowed down, he was in position very early and his hitting action was well prepared. His backhand was like catching the moon from the bottom of the sea, rushing up from the ground, fully drawing an upward curve.
Bang! Jilong's steps forward were very active and solid, and his whole body was fully pushed out, instantly increasing his speed and strength to the best state.
Boom! Backhand straight line!
Jilong was very decisive and resolute. He released all the strength in an instant from his extremely tense body. Then you could see the tennis ball explode directly under the impact of the racket, and it went straight through the entire court along the sideline at an unparalleled speed, bombarding towards Gawain's forehand triangle.
Strictly speaking, this is an opportunity, but not an absolute opportunity.
But Jilong knew that he had to strike when it was time to strike, without any hesitation or mercy, and his entire swing of the racket showed a decisive and ruthless attitude.
Boom! The tennis ball flew over with great force, leaving a long tail.
whoosh!
whoosh!
Gao Wen's mind was clear. He first retreated vertically to adjust his steps and regain his defensive position. Then he observed Jilong's batting action and immediately moved sideways.
Running, entering an anaerobic state, completely forgetting myself, staring at the tennis ball, and sprinting with all my strength.
The wind was howling violently, and it seemed as if the whole world had plunged into chaos, with only large patches of color twisting, colliding, and burning. Then the body had already merged into the wind, and it jumped out without even feeling the force of footsteps.
One step! Another step! His speed had already reached the limit, but seeing the flying speed and rebounding height of the tennis ball, his steps were still a little slow.
Then, Gawain's right leg kicked out suddenly, and he took a big step forward, almost doing a split. His arms were stretched to the limit, and with a cutting cleaver, he managed to defensively cut out a super moon ball before the tennis ball rushed out of his control.
Got it! My wrist could feel the force of the tennis ball hitting me. I was almost out of control.
but!
Got it! Gawain locked onto the parabola of the tennis ball, and quickly used his hands and feet to support his body and stand up, trying to regain his balance in the stormy sea. However, before he could adjust his footwork, Jilong's next shot had already flown over.
Although Gawain managed to save the previous ball with a split cut, the parabola was completely uncontrollable. Even though the diagonal line fell into bounds and successfully caused exclamations from the audience, Jilong had to rush over immediately, grab a rising point, and hit a repeated line.
Pop.
Bang.
Jilong's return ball was almost passed with just a collision and a header, and this time he actively added strength, increasing both speed and power.
Choosing a diagonal line is more about pursuing speed and compressing the rhythm than wanting to hit a return ball. Hitting the ball diagonally is obviously safer.
really!
The tennis ball bounced back so fast that Gao Wen had just stood up and had no time to adjust his steps before the return ball arrived.
Fortunately, the ball landed right next to Gawain's right hand.
One push off the ground, one stride across.
Amidst the violent turbulence, Gawain threw his body out and took another big step, making full use of his tall and strong body to cover the area. He fully extended his right hand like a roc spreading its wings, and with the help of the inertia of his body rushing forward, all the remaining strength in his body burst out.
"ah!"
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With a roar, his lungs, which were in a state of oxygen deprivation, were burning fiercely, as if they would explode at any time. A dull pain flowed through his blood and penetrated into every pore, but Gao Wen didn't care at all. He swung the racket with his right hand at the maximum speed in his current state. He pulled and swayed, and his wrist hooked fiercely at the moment of the racket.
The burning sensation exploded, and the strength of the forearm was released without reservation! Whoosh! Before I could blink, the tennis ball flew back at an even more incredible speed.
Boom! Jilong anticipated that there might be another shot. Gao Wen would definitely not surrender so easily. He was defending the large gap on the left, but his attention was not distracted. He was always worried about Gao Wen's repeated return shots.
Guessed it right! Jilong kicked his left leg hard, and his body suddenly stopped and turned, sprinting horizontally to the right again.
but!
Too far! When Jilong saw where the tennis ball landed, his eyes widened and he couldn't believe it.
Gao Wen's return ball landed in the serving area, drawing a shallow and thin diagonal line, almost at the level of an outside corner serve, accurately pressing on the blind spot of the serving area.
With a whoosh, he lightly leaped towards the stadium stands.
Can't catch up.
He was unable to catch up with Jilong in both vertical and horizontal distance. Even though Jilong was prepared and returned to his position in time, Gao Wen still hit a super-powered return ball in despair, which made Jilong, who was running, look up at the sky in despair.
This point was lost after all.
On the other side of the court, Gao Wen, who had made a desperate attempt to hit the ball, felt his knees weaken and he almost lost his balance. However, he was able to control his body by taking small steps continuously. He kept his eyes fixed on the flight trajectory of the tennis ball, until it landed, bounced, and flew out, until Jilong gave up chasing.
But at this moment, Gawain didn't even have the energy to roar in celebration - he didn't forget that the game wasn't over yet and he couldn't waste his energy.
So, Gawain clenched his right fist, raised it high, stood there without saying a word, staring intently at the figure on the other side of the court. With his fist raised, his chest heaving violently like a bellows, he stared at Jilong intently and motionlessly.
There is no sound, but it is powerful.
The two players just stood at the two diagonal ends of the field, as if they were the two poles of the earth, looking at each other. No one spoke and no one moved. Their blank brains needed a little time to breathe. They just stood there quietly.
The air is burning.
Second update.
(End of this chapter)