Chapter 9 Super Power Ball
Ah!
MacDonald sensed the danger the moment Gawain shot the ball.
With a skateboard-like light hit, Gawain reversed the disadvantage of the strong power confrontation, and with one shot he created the angle and disrupted McDonald's rhythm in an instant.
But McDonald, who was fully focused on hitting the ball, did not lose focus. He jumped lightly on the spot, pushed hard with his left foot, and his body shot out like an arrow. His body stretched to the extreme, and while moving horizontally with continuous large strides, his right arm stretched out and reached for the high-flying tennis ball.
At this time, McDonald had lost the best hitting position, but he still tried his best. He pushed hard with his feet while running quickly, throwing himself out completely like a baseball player sliding on the base, and then made full use of the force of pushing off the ground to complete the action of twisting his waist and shoulders, and swinging his arms horizontally.
Got it! The high-speed tennis ball hit the racket. At this time, MacDonald had lost control of his body and had no reservations.
Straighten your back, push your shoulders, swing your arms, and hit the ball! The whole action is done in one go, with a faster speed and higher power. After hitting the ball, the forehand swing does not end. The racket completes a Thomas turn on the head, and the eyes are still fixed on the tennis ball.
Whoosh! Snap! The tennis ball turned into a mustard yellow streamline, pulling out an even more outrageous angle, flying close to the net, falling rapidly, and landing directly in the serving area. The refraction angle has reached 75 degrees, and then it soared high, rushing towards the audience stands like a meteor.
Oops!
“Large angle VS larger angle!”
With the help of Gawain's forehand return that opened up an angle, McDonald opened up a larger angle and directly hit a return similar to an outside corner serve. The tennis ball landed accurately in the service area and rushed out of the doubles area. Moreover, it bounced very high and very fast after landing.
Gawain realized immediately that his return ball was still not able to completely suppress McDonald.
Similarly, McDonald's return does not require prediction to clearly see the line - because this is a forehand pull-back exercise, and his feet just need to stay in place.
But the problem now is not anticipation, but hitting the ball.
McDonald's return ball bounced high and high, and judging from its rising arc, it was high enough to go over Gawain's head.
What to do? Tap.
Tap tap.
Gawain took small steps to adjust his position and moved sideways quickly. His body had already entered the shadow area from the sunlit area, disappearing like a ninja, but his eyes were still raised high and fixed on the tennis ball bathed in the golden sunlight.
The sound of the wind is stirring in my ears.
Push off the ground!
jump!
The 193-cm tall man jumped high, his legs in the air, his back arched, like a fully drawn bow for shooting eagles. Through the beautiful curve of his back, one could clearly see the clear blue and brilliant gold. His whole figure emerged from the shadows into the sunlight.
Raise your hand!
Raise your shoulders!
His entire body had been stretched to the extreme, like a kite flying freely in the blue sky, light and free. The perfect hovering in the air brought a pure visual enjoyment, but Gawain did not notice any of this, his attention was completely focused.
Gawain stared at the tennis ball intently. At this time, the hitting point had already passed over his head, but he still raised the racket high, making full use of the height of the jump and his own height. The racket became an extension of his arm, seizing the commanding height, finding the hitting point, and then -
The forearm swung quickly, vibrating with all its strength like a whip, and the wrist pressed deftly to create a top-down blocking effect.
Smash! His forearm could feel the strong force of the tennis ball's rapid impact, but the swift swing of his arm suppressed the vibration, and he swung it with all his strength.
Bang!
Suppress with all your strength! Fight back with all your might! The tennis ball flew out like a cannon.
Boom! The tennis ball flew in a straight parabola, hitting the ground at an angle of 75 degrees, just like a bomber flying low over a city. In the collision of power, the flight path was perfectly controlled, and the rotation and speed were completely crushed by the power.
Boom! The ball flew from top to bottom and hit the inside of MacDonald's service area. It was shallow and slanted, hitting the dead corner of the service area's baseline, and flew out like a meteor. The superposition of speed and speed, the doubling of strength and power, the flight of the tennis ball burst out with incredible energy.
whoosh.
It disappeared in the blink of an eye, and it seemed that only a ball mark was left on the ground, but the tennis ball disappeared without a trace and could not be captured by sight.
McDonald was still standing in his forehand position and had not lost his position. Logically, he should still be able to complete his reaction and even receive the ball and return the ball, but the tennis ball, which had both speed and power, directly broke the limitations of his reflex nerves and rushed towards the audience seats before he could react.
Motionless! Can't move!
He was stared at exactly where he was standing, and he just subconsciously stretched out his racket, but he had no idea what was going on with the tennis ball. The next second, he felt a gust of wind passing by, and he turned his head reflexively to look over, watching the tennis ball dragging a long tail and flying onto the stands.
His footsteps were like nails, and he didn't move at all.
Turn your head, look back, turn your head again, and look back again.
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His eyes moved back and forth between the audience seats and the point where the ball landed on the court. Perhaps, the mark of the ball left on the court could prove what had just happened - and the point where the return ball landed was definitely within bounds. This was a perfect return.
huff.
huff.
His heart pounded against his chest, adrenaline exploded continuously, his whole head was buzzing, and then, McDonald gasped for breath and raised his head slightly, only to find that the slowly rising sun was so dazzling.
"Forehand VS Forehand", Gao Wen wins!
The one who continuously accumulated advantages through strength and speed was McDonald. In the long-term forehand rallies, he had accumulated enough advantages. In the difficult situation, Gawain took the lead in making changes and used rotation to reverse the unfavorable situation, which also forced McDonald to hit with all his strength and hit an extreme landing point.
However! Unexpectedly, Gawain counterattacked with a super-powerful forehand shot. In addition to using the opponent's force to hit the opponent, he made full use of his height advantage and the strength of his forearm, and finally hit an unstoppable return ball. MacDonald could only sigh at the ball, and his reaction figure was suppressed. It was indeed...
Absolutely wonderful!
McDonald looked at the empty stadium stands with a hint of fascination and couldn't help but sigh with regret.
But the emotion was only short-lived, and then everyone turned around and applauded Gawain - this shot was indeed worthy of applause.
However, the words that came out of his mouth were… "Sorry."
After McDonald finished speaking, he revealed a look of helpless apology, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he shook his head to express his helplessness while chuckling to express his apology.
"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."
(End of this chapter)