Chapter 1385 Continuous Hammering

tread! Tread Tread!

Sprint, run wildly.

Gao Wen's speed had reached the extreme, he was concentrating on the tennis ball, his body was as light as a swallow, as if he was flying at low altitude on the surface of the red clay.

Despite the early start, despite the accurate prediction, despite the fast pace, Tsonga's continuous attack has successfully established an absolute advantage—

The volley in front of the net, the top-down machete interception, this is a backspin ball; also, Tsonga's racket angle control is excellent, pressing very deep and very low, directly under the cover in a smashing way , the speed and power are fully released, it seems almost to the extent of drilling into the ground.

In other words, after the tennis ball hits the ground, there is almost no bounce height, not because of unloading force, but because of the arc after the force is suppressed.

This meant that Gao Wen had no room to swing his racket.

And, don't forget, Gao Wen is moving around the court, rushing from one end of the baseline to the other, unable to hit the ball stably.

Disaster!

Difficult to ascend to heaven!

What's more, there is still a glaring King Kong standing at the entrance of the net.

Running at high speed, Gawain glanced at Tsonga's position out of the corner of his eye:

The center of the net is closer to his own left.

In other words, Tsonga is blocking the straight line.

Everything happened between lightning and flint.

Then, Gao Wen's footsteps were already in place smoothly. Thanks to his accurate prediction and early start, he was able to reach the position without sliding.

One pick, one push, one lift.

The racket, in a very, very limited narrow space, relies entirely on the strength of the wrist and forearm to increase the friction time between the tennis ball and the racket string as much as possible—

Swipe.

With a swing around the head, Gao Wen interpreted Nadal's iconic forehand super topspin in his own way, completing this extreme defense.

topspin.

Strong topspin.

The tennis ball draws a full arc, outlines a thrilling rainbow arc, crosses the entire court, and flies towards the dead corner of Tsonga's right bottom line.

oh!

The audience exclaimed.

Especially the audience sitting on the side can clearly see the full parabola outlined by the tennis ball, which penetrates high into the sky, as if they can see the layers of doomsday clouds opening their huge mouths and swallowing the tennis ball. There will be lightning and thunder, and the whole world will be bombarded wildly.

Tsonga, startled.

Subconsciously, Tsonga took a small half step forward, got close to the net, took off on the spot, tried to intercept halfway, and intercepted and smashed the tennis ball before it reached the highest point.

However, after just a few jumps, Tsonga immediately realized that something was wrong—

Over the top.

Gao Wen's return ball has sufficient friction and full rotation, and it is easy to complete the overhead. The height of the net should be at least two floors.

Tsonga didn't have any chance, and it was impossible to complete the high pressure in front of the net, so he retreated with the tennis ball and ran with his head buried—

run.

Still running.

keep running.

Huh!

The audience let out a burst of exclamation, because Tsonga's footsteps had been forced to return to the bottom line. From the front of the net to the bottom line, the advantage of the entire front of the net oppression was completely disintegrated, but before he had time to adjust his breathing, he was stunned again admiration.

ah!

pressure line.

Gao Wen's lob ball accurately landed on the dead corner of Tsonga's forehand bottom line, and the surrounding audience could clearly see the tennis ball landing on the dead corner.

So precise, so perfect, so beautiful—

In the extremely passive situation, Gao Wen once again showed his excellent touch, and reversed the disadvantage with a lob.

Put all the pressure on Tsonga.

The entire Philippe-Chatier Stadium fell into a brief stunned, his brain was blank, unable to think, he just stared at Tsonga with wide eyes.

The brains of the audience were so tense that they stopped thinking, but Tsonga did not. His attention remained 100% on the court and turned at a high speed.

Bottom line, blind spot, so, how should he handle it?

Bottom line high pressure? Forehand attack? Chipping pellets?

Tsonga also took a quick glance at Gao Wen's position:

The lob shot just now was really delicate, and the flying time in the air should be about one to two seconds, which also gave Gao Wen enough time to adjust his footsteps and return to defend.

Therefore, Gao Wen has returned to the midfield, his footsteps are light, his center of gravity is stable, and he has entered a comprehensive defensive posture. The two sides have returned to the same balance point.

But is that really the case?

Not necessarily, according to Tsonga.

Don't forget, the offensive initiative is still in the hands of Tsonga, with him on the offensive and Gao Wen on the defensive.

then-

Retreat, take off, swing, exert force.

Hammer!

Tsonga launched an attack again in his forehand position, showing his outstanding talent on the offensive end; moreover, it was not just a blind effort.

slash.

Shallow area.

The whole angle was torn apart. Even though Gao Wen was ready to defend, he had to return to the forehand position as soon as he returned to the center of the field. Outside the singles line, Gao Wen was pushed into a similar predicament again.

Although Gao Wen's footsteps were in place smoothly, the difficulty this time was that Tsonga's return ball landed very shallowly, which had a direct impact on the follow-up layout—

Should Gao Wen take advantage of the trend and go online? Step into the bottom line, grab a rising point, and then take advantage of the trend to come to the net to apply pressure?

But because his footsteps are already in the doubles area, this also means that the entire backhand position is empty, and it may be difficult to cover the defense in front of the net.

While moving at high speed, Gao Wen quickly scanned the court space and Tsonga's position with his peripheral vision, and made a judgment in an instant.

Perhaps, Tsonga was waiting for Gawain to hit the net and break from the backhand position.

Gao Wen gave up the idea of ​​surfing the net, but stuck to the bottom line to return the ball, so this shot should be very particular.

Step forward with a diagonal upward step, the footsteps come to the bottom line, stand on the bottom line, scoop up a pocket with the forehand from bottom to top, and turn the wrist along with the trend.

Unfortunately, because the footsteps did not move forward, they did not grab the rising point, and the final hitting point was already lower than the net, so they could not directly aim at the dead corner of the straight line to attack, but pulled out a topspin ball and rushed to the dead corner of the straight line, forming a Suppression, and then, the footsteps quickly returned to their positions again.

I saw that the tennis ball pulled out a small arc, neither fast nor urgent, and rushed towards the dead corner of the bottom line of Tsonga's backhand position slowly and leisurely.

The whole audience was watching the tennis ball, and then watching the tennis ball fall quickly—

Huh!

All exclaimed.

The blind spot~lightnovelpub.net~ was actually a blind spot again, and the moon ball accurately found the bottom line blind spot for two consecutive shots. Gawain's defensive touch was really excellent.

On that side, Tsonga had also rushed to the horse. Although his pace was a little slower, he relied on his own strength to make up for it.

Backhand with both hands, set up high, and attack strongly.

Hammer!

Another heavy hammer!

"ah!"

Tsonga, full strength.

Because Gao Wen's return ball was suppressed deep enough and the bounce height was high enough, which added many difficulties to Tsonga's force, so that Tsonga also broke out.

A roar erupted from the depths of the dantian, and with the roar, the body was thrown out—

Weight, inertia, strength, etc. are all superimposed on the hitting power. Turning, leaning forward, and swinging the racket are like hitting a backhand with both hands like an epee without a front.

The superposition of power and power is fully released at this moment without reservation.

Hole through, the audience.

(end of this chapter)