Chapter 505 I am the champion

Huh!

Huh.

Huh! Ugh.

The 25,000 spectators packed into the Arthur Ashe Stadium had all lost their minds, their minds completely focused on that tiny tennis ball, following the ups and downs of the ball's hitting and flying, with exclamations and astonishment surging uncontrollably, creating a commotion.

However, they were completely unaware of their own loss of composure. Their hearts and breathing had completely merged with the entire stadium. They felt the powerful collision that was sparking sparks, and their unbridled emotions were released as a result of their instinctive reactions. They could deeply feel the fierceness of the confrontation with every breath they took.

However, for the audience sitting in front of the TV or computer screen, it is a torture.

Because they cannot feel the heat and tension of the Arthur Ashe Stadium up close, nor can they see the landing and flight of the tennis ball up close. They stare at the screen with tense minds, but are led by the sudden shock and forget to breathe in a trance.

Crunch. Crunch.

Qiao Wangsheng's hands were clasped and intertwined, his muscles tensed to the extreme, so that his fingertips were deeply gripping the bones and veins. All his strength was concentrated in his palms, and faint sounds were heard; but Qiao Wangsheng didn't notice it at all, and even his chaotic brain went blank.

He is not alone.

In the entire bar, everyone was frozen, maintaining all kinds of weird postures, staring intently at the screen in front of them. Even the sound of their breathing had disappeared, for fear that the slightest movement might break the stalemate and ruin Gawain's game.

The bar owner, who had no interest in tennis, also looked up, as if he was witnessing a once-in-a-century meteor shower. He couldn't help but open his mouth slightly, shock and amazement silently revealed in the depths of his eyes. He was unknowingly caught up in it, and the action of wiping the bar counter also stopped in mid-air.

Time just stood still.

Could it be that Cilic was about to score? Thump, thump, thump! Thump, thump! The blood was burning, the heart was pounding, the feet were running wildly.

In an instant, it seems as if I have returned to my childhood, the carefree days, without worries or concerns, when a heavy rain, a piece of watermelon, a marble, and a run can make happiness bloom. The unrestrained laughter is scattered all over the ground while running wildly, interweaving with the chirping of cicadas in the treetops, playing the most beautiful melody of childhood.

Gawain ran faster and faster, and the dark blue blurred. His peripheral vision quickly glanced at the figure on the other side of the court.

Cilic is starting a lateral sprint to defend his backhand gap - after all, the entire court is empty at this time, and there are targets everywhere.

Running to the left and rushing to the right, the two figures crossed each other again across the net, turning into two long streamlines.

Getting closer.

Closer! Watching the tennis ball falling rapidly, passing the normal hitting point on the chest and continuing to fall, the pull of gravity is becoming more and more obvious, just like a seed falling into fertile soil in spring, waiting to take root and sprout.

But, we arrived!

Gao Wen finally arrived, and his early movement gave him enough space to breathe and also time to swing his racket.

Push off the ground, brake! His left leg firmly supported the ground. Before the braking action was completed, his hands had already tightly grasped the racket, and he drew the racket early, and then followed the inertia of his body to complete the rotation and swing. The sound of teeth knocking against each other could be heard faintly by his ears, and the power that erupted from the depths of his dantian instantly gushed out.

Swing the racket and hit the ball! He straightened his arms, pushed his wrists forward, and faced Cilic's powerful force head-on. Not only did he not retreat, but he also hit him head-on.

Without any hesitation, the entire hitting action was done in one go like mercury pouring out of the ground. The smoothness and grace of the hitting action perfectly interpreted the elegance of tennis.

A push! A push! The whole body's center of gravity leans forward along with the swing, and the strong and full rotation makes the right foot leave the ground, and it quickly rotates with the left foot as the center. The smooth movement is more thrilling than ballet, and the deep blue color blooms proudly.

Ah! Ah! At the moment of hitting the ball, the arm speeds up to fully unleash the speed of the racket head, the wrist quickly flicks and pushes, and the racket is closed along with the swing action.

Crunch, crunch.

One could even hear the sound of bones cracking. It exploded instantly! It was released instantly!

Then, the red clouds all over the sky and the ground turned into a storm and rushed towards the other side of the court.

Boom! Boom! Huh! The sound of people sucking in a breath of cold air made the entire Arthur Ashe Stadium go from being restless to being silent. All the sounds, movements and breathing froze in place, as if time and space had frozen. Everyone stared at the scene in front of them in disbelief and wonder, fearing that they would miss the excitement in the blink of an eye.

straight line.

With a two-handed backhand straight line, at the last moment, Gawain once again used his trump card, confronting Cilic's forehand killer move head-on with a tough attitude of "power VS power". The powerful force that burst out in an instant detonated an atomic bomb at the Arthur Ashe Stadium, and a mushroom cloud immediately rose into the sky.

Cilic, furious, tried to rush back in the opposite direction by braking suddenly. However, his center of gravity was thrown into the dryer, and his body was unbalanced and flew up. He could no longer care about it, and used his hands and feet to sprint back to his forehand position, but...

It's too late.

Everything is too late.

The tennis ball, straight and sharp, like a hot knife cutting through butter, rushed straight along the sideline.

The world slowed down ten or a hundred times, and one could seem to see the brilliant red color floating in the air. The mustard yellow tennis ball exploded, and tiny hairs floated in the air. The high-speed spinning tennis ball shot out from right in front of Cilic little by little.

Light, agile, graceful and elegant, as if the world's top ballerina is dancing, but slowly moving away.

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Cilic clenched his fists with all his strength, and all the energy in his muscles burst out, but he was still powerless. He could only watch the tennis ball completely slip out of his control.

It landed, bounced, and rushed towards the baseline backboard, hitting hard, creating a heat wave that shocked the entire audience.

Score.

Time seemed to be unlocked again, and the multiples came back again. The earth-shattering tsunami burst out with such a vigorous roar, and everything was over.

"Game, high..."

Win?

victory?

champion?

Yes, champion! Wow! Happiness and joy surged into his mind in an instant, and his entire brain went blank. Gawain raised his hands high and threw the racket directly into the sky. He clenched his fists in disbelief and raised his arms to shout. He jumped high into the air, and all the excitement, excitement, beauty, and happiness seemed to explode in a mighty way.

Ah! Ah! The next second, his knees softened, his muscles that had been tense to the extreme relaxed, all the strength in his body dissipated, and Gawain fell directly on the court, with a smile on his face that blossomed without reservation -

He won.

He really won! Grand Slam champion! The goal that was once out of reach, the dream and future that he dared not imagine easily even in his dreams, is now truly in his hands.

The sky is pink, and the gorgeous peacock blue is quietly blending with the bright red. The boundless grandeur is reflected in the pupils and slowly unfolds.

(End of this chapter)