Chapter 955: Fighting continues
Run!
Running all the way! Selflessness, purity, simplicity, just like returning to childhood, carefree, innocent, even without toys, just running and chasing can feel happiness and joy.
At that time, life was so simple, without worries or pressure. I just ran as much as I could, with endless energy that seemed to be able to run to the end of the world.
Running is an instinct and also a kind of happiness.
Push off the ground!
Run wildly!
The entire brain has been completely emptied, and the figure seems to have merged with the strong wind. Faster, faster, with a light push of the foot, you can soar in the wind.
Knees are burning.
My calves are trembling.
but--
It doesn't matter.
Gawain had entered a state of total oblivion, all the energy deep in his soul had burst out, and after adjusting his chaotic center of gravity, he sprinted forward.
The speed was increased to the extreme, so that there was no time to find space to swing the racket. He could only raise his forehand, and before his body and the tennis ball collided, he swung his forearm slightly and pushed the tennis ball back with his forehand, not caring about the route or the landing point.
Chance!
Djokovic's chance.
Gao Wen's return ball had no rotation, power or speed, and it was shallow, landing in the midfield, in an awkward position neither forward nor backward.
This is the opportunity, the chance to sweep the offense in the half court.
Will Djokovic miss out? Of course not.
Step forward, move forward, grab the rising point, forehand, sweep through the enemy.
"ah!"
Djokovic also roared. In order to exert force, especially when exhausted, he needs to roar to assist in completing the force-generating action.
Roar! Djokovic's forehand sweep has fully released his power.
Slash!
Blind spot!
Sideline!
Side spin!
It can be seen from the line and landing point of the ball that Djokovic was aiming for the winning point.
The tennis ball had just landed on the ground when it was directly hit and almost disappeared.
Blink a little and you'll miss it.
While the audience was waiting to finally reposition the tennis ball, it had already bounced off the ground.
Blind spot.
Gao Wen hit the ball in the blind spot within the big triangle at the baseline with his forehand, pressing the sideline and the baseline accurately and hitting the center of the target.
So, what about Gawain?
Huh! Jiang Yanyun exclaimed, and subconsciously closed his eyes, not daring to look—
Gao Wen, he almost fell down.
In the previous shot, Gao Wen ran at full speed to complete the shot. Then, he had to prepare for the next shot's defense, so he made an emergency brake.
But at this time his calves had no strength left and he could not push off the ground. His knees went soft, his center of gravity lost balance, and he almost fell.
However! Jiang Yanyun finally opened his eyes and saw Gao Wen supporting his body with his left hand, like a tumbler, using his strong core strength to stand up again.
Then, without any delay or pause, he continued to move horizontally towards the right sideline.
Center of gravity, disorder.
Balance, chaos.
Even his steps were shaky, as if he had been thrown into a dryer and turned on at maximum power.
Danger danger danger!
Every cell in my body is screaming at danger.
However, Gawain still did not give up. He took three consecutive big strides, shrinking the distance into an inch, and in the blink of an eye he was close to the sideline.
As he staggered, Gao Wen could no longer keep his footing or exert any strength, and even his racket swing became irregular.
What to do? He stretched out his hand, and the flexibility of his entire body was fully demonstrated at this moment. He was about to fall, but he didn't.
Then, he cut with his forehand, wrapping the tennis ball with his wrist barely visible, and flicked it lightly.
Fairy from the sky!
The tennis ball flew out with just a short touch.
Gently.
Ingeniously.
Gently.
And, suddenly.
With his light and agile technique, he struck the ball with such force that it amazed everyone.
Djokovic thought that Gawain would sneak attack the straight line again, and was moving his feet to the left, but he saw -
Slash?
It's a diagonal line? Stop and turn suddenly, and start again.
But it was too late as soon as it started.
Small ball.
Small ball!
Gao Wen used a forehand slice to cut out an incredible backspin ball, which flew diagonally along the net and landed in the shallow area of the serving area with perfect power.
After landing, there was almost no rebound height and two jumps were formed.
Come to a sudden stop!
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Djokovic, powerless to turn the tide.
Wow! The whole audience was in uproar.
“It’s amazing!”
“Incredible!”
"Wow. I mean, wow... a stroke of genius!"
"This shot is truly a stroke of genius!"
As he was speaking, Zhang Sheng's voice became choked for some reason, and his vision became blurred without warning.
Boom! The Rod Laver Arena erupted in amazing cheers and shouts, and the next second it was plunged into a long roar.
Buzz...
Standing ovation!
In the true sense, the whole audience stood up and applauded! The Australian and Serbian fans were also stunned and looked at the court in disbelief.
Djokovic supported his knees with his hands, panting heavily, and looked up at Gawain across the court, with a hint of confusion in his eyes.
Gawain could no longer support his body and fell to the ground, but his eyes were still fixed on the tennis ball. He didn't clench his fist until the tennis ball bounced twice.
combustion!
Explosion!
release!
Both players gave their best performances, but in the end, Gao Wen was better and ended the point with a magical shot.
"Forty beats!"
"This...this is really too hard to believe!"
"The match had lasted for five hours and twenty minutes, but Djokovic and Gawain were still able to present such a wonderful and intense duel. Between the offense and defense, the advantages and disadvantages were always in a state of flux. Djokovic seized the opportunity, but in the end it was Gawain who broke the balance."
"Forty shots! This is the round with the most shots in the entire match!"
“With their physical strength and energy already exhausted to the extreme, the two players once again brought the most exciting round of the game.”
Boom boom boom! The whole place roared with thunder.
Cheering, jumping, waving fists, shouting, roaring, releasing...
No one is exempt from this.
At midnight, the Rod Laver Arena is brightly lit, illuminating the entire night sky like the North Star.
The mighty sound was so overwhelming and crazy that it drowned out the voices in the commentary booth. The commentators had to raise their voices and scream at the top of their lungs to fight against the frenzy on the scene.
incredible!
It was unbelievable, and still unbelievable! Jiang Yanyun was trembling all over, tears streaming down her face. She couldn't even make a sound, she just raised her fist high and waved it again and again.
The fight never stops!
The fight keeps on going!
As long as this point is not over, as long as the game is not over, the beating heart in Gawain's chest will never stop.
At this moment, who can be an exception? Who can refuse such a game? Such a peak showdown? The Huashan Sword Contest is indeed wonderful, so wonderful that it is unimaginable. The brain is roaring, all thoughts, all rationality, all ideas are burned and burned, leaving only the passion and enthusiasm that continue to erupt.
Without a doubt!
At this moment, Gawain conquered Rod Laver Arena with his performance, and even the most discerning and demanding Australian fans were no exception.
Perhaps only Serbian fans can continue to stand their ground.
Then, the Serbian fans raised their voices, calling out Djokovic's name. They had witnessed Djokovic turning the tide from the brink time and time again, and had also witnessed Djokovic creating miracles and brilliance time and time again.
Tonight is no exception.
The game isn't over yet.
Break point, fourth one! (End of this chapter)