Chapter 235 Jedi Counterattack
Danger.
Every cell in Gawain's body sounded the alarm. He could smell the danger from Kokkinakis's movements. No matter whether it was a straight line or a diagonal line, it must be a full-strength shot with full power. This also meant that the suppression of speed and power would be further superimposed. The situation was very bad.
Tap tap.
Tap tap.
Gao Wen's lateral movement was extremely fast. He had just finished hitting the ball in the previous shot and was almost about to lose his body balance. In the next step, he used his powerful core strength to control his body balance. His abdominal and thigh muscles were tensed to the extreme, and he quickly changed direction with an almost somersault.
Pause, move sideways, sprint.
The change of direction was completed in a flash. In the extremely passive situation, Gao Wen had to make an early prediction, otherwise he would not be able to catch up.
"Change line", this is Gawain's judgment on Kokkinakis. Knowing that Kokkinakis will definitely continue to exert pressure in an unconventional way, changing lines suddenly is a more reasonable choice. Even if the straight line is a more difficult route, it will not stop Kokkinakis.
Then……
Gawain's pupils contracted rapidly, and he immediately realized that his prediction was correct. While moving at full speed, his sight had already locked onto the flight trajectory of the tennis ball. The landing point, rotation, bounce, trajectory and other lines were constructed in his brain like a three-dimensional body, and he had already interpreted them while running wildly.
Unfortunately, his steps were still a little slow. To be more precise, Kokkinakis put all his strength into this shot, and even his whole body jumped up to break free from gravity, so his strength and speed returned to their peak state, compressing Gawain's defensive time.
bass.
Gawain stretched his body to the limit, and only managed to use one hand to backhand a cut.
It was too late to lead the racket for a two-handed backhand, so in a hurry he could only hold the racket with his left hand and cut it down abruptly like a machete, using the control of his hand to add rotation and barely cut the tennis ball through.
Oh! There was another round of exclamations from the stands, obviously unable to believe that Gawain had been pushed to the limit and actually showed his unique one-handed backhand skill, saving the shot that Kokkinakis was determined to win.
However, the two players on the court paid no attention to the audience's reactions. They were so focused on the game that they could not hear any sound.
Having just completed a one-handed machete-style save, Gao Wen's next step was to quickly adjust his steps like a spring, regain his center of gravity, and prepare for potential defense in the next shot. He stared intently at the tennis ball as it quickly spun to draw a thrilling parabola and flew over the net.
So, where does it land?
Whoosh.
Whoosh.
Because of Gawain's left-handed cut, the flight trajectory of the tennis ball was obviously irregular, the power and rotation were different from before, and the flying speed was obviously slowed down, as if the whole world was trapped in a time rut, and the passage of each second slowed down ten times. It seemed that the tennis ball was always flying and would never land.
Swaying.
Swaying.
The tennis ball is like a fallen leaf shivering in the autumn wind, floating across the net, but it is obviously not powerful enough, as if it cannot be pushed through. Visually, it looks like it will not move forward, as if it is struggling to break free from the constraints of gravity, but lacks the strength to do so, and may fall vertically at any time.
Kokkinakis's footsteps were very fast, and he entered the court in the blink of an eye. His light footsteps continued to press forward to cover the entire court, and then -
Turn sideways, step forward, and press down! Looking at the floating tennis ball, Kokkinakis rushed forward with all his strength, slammed the racket down hard, and wanted to end the ball directly.
However, Gao Wen's left-handed one-handed backhand created a rotation that he himself could not predict, because this was an unconventional ball, and irregular rotation broke the rules.
The moment Kokkinakis touched the tennis ball, he realized something was wrong, but the reckless boy still forced the ball regardless. He hit the ball out violently, but found that his power was obviously too strong in the flight trajectory of the tennis ball. However, because the hitting point was a little late, he still failed to suppress the rotation.
Yo…
The flight of the tennis ball completely broke expectations. It was not a flat shot, but a flat parabola. Although the arc was not full, the flying speed was not what Kokkinakis had imagined.
The next second, Kokkinakis saw Gawain's figure——
The third round trip!
Gawain kept turning back and forth at both ends of the baseline, and after entering a state of complete oblivion, his anaerobic running speed had reached its limit, showing the speed of a 100-meter sprint continuously, and he quickly arrived. This time, because Kokkinakis's hitting arc was not suppressed, Gawain was given more time.
then!
Tap tap.
Trample!
Just in time, on time! Gawain's body rushed forward at full speed like a derailed train that had lost control, accelerating uncontrollably. The force of his footsteps hitting the ground was hitting his stomach, and his internal organs were beginning to churn, but Gawain's attention became more focused.
Step. Step. Step.
With three big steps, his feet were in place in time. Before inertia could break his balance, he used his right leg to firmly support the ground, made an emergency brake, and then focused all the violent and vibrating force on the forehand swing through the turning movement.
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Boom! Gawain caught Kokkinakis's figure in front of the net from the corner of his eye. He whipped the ball with his right forearm like a whip, and at the moment of the shot, he increased the speed of the racket head, attaching all the swinging force to the tennis ball. With a roar, the tennis ball was hit out.
Small diagonal line! It penetrated Kokkinakis's defense like a flying bird. Although Kokkinakis judged the direction correctly and stretched his body to defend his forehand position, Gawain's shot was too fast and too strong. The mustard yellow shot penetrated the 193-centimeter net in front of the net.
In an instant, all the audience stared with bated breath, turning their heads at the same time following the flow of mustard yellow light and shadow, their sights extending into the golden sunlight.
Whoosh! Bang! Swoosh! It lands and bounces.
Everything happened in a flash, and then the linesman made an in-bounds gesture, indicating that Gao Wen's return was valid.
One second ago, people were still exclaiming that Gawain had been forced into the embarrassing situation of cutting with one hand holding the racket in his left hand; the next second, Gawain directly broke the net with his forehand to win the point, winning the point in a desperate reversal.
Save match point!
"Equal."
As the referee announced the score, the magic was lifted in an instant.
Boom! The audience could no longer control their excitement and excitement. The whole place was filled with applause and cheers like a volcanic eruption, and the ground was shaking.
Gurgling.
The whole world is burning.
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