Chapter 1423 The momentum is like a rainbow

An accident, wiped the net, was unfavorable to Nadal, the rapid connection of the return ball was disrupted, and the threat collapsed.

It was an accident again. Pressing the line is not good for Gao Wen. The material of the smooth bottom line is completely different from the red clay, which changes the force.

One more, one more—

The confrontation of the whole round of ball was continuously disrupted, the two players were both involved in the hurricane, and the Philippe Chatier stadium screamed again and again.

Then, Gao Wen was instantly pushed into the turmoil and turmoil of the chaos.

For the tennis ball, its flight trajectory, speed, and direction of rotation were completely changed, and it moved towards Gao Wen's body at a lower, faster, and higher speed.

The mind is clear, focused and devoted to the extreme, there is no time to panic or complain, and react immediately.

With a kick, the muscles of the left calf tensed instantly, and the powerful force penetrated into the ground, braked urgently, and controlled the body.

Leaning back, the upper body is leaning back in the opposite direction, opening up space, avoiding a car accident, and making room for the swing.

Turn around, backhand with both hands has no time to lead the racket, hold your body, complete a quick turn in a small range, rely on the strength of your forearm to swing a small 60-degree fan, and feel the power of the tennis ball in the next second , the wrapping of the wrist is delicate and nuanced, gently wrapping it again and again.

"Ugh!"

The deep part of the dantian let out a roar because of exertion and control. The body was obviously squeezed by this irregular bounce. In order to resolve the power, but also to complete the swing.

Tap!

Gao Wen will never use force blindly or take risks blindly. He can always make accurate judgments and make the best choice in the midst of crisis situations and accidents. The unique nature of the venue is on full display—

Therefore, Gao Wen gave up the idea of ​​continuous onslaught, but also refused to respond with a simple transition ball. In order to prevent Nadal from taking the opportunity to launch a counterattack, he turned to control and layout; but everything happened too suddenly and too much. Unexpectedly, the more you want to control, the easier it is to lose control.

In the end, Gao Wen chose to play lightly and asked for a route, not even a precise landing point, but a return route.

Tennis, pulling out a small slash, flew towards Nadal's left court; moreover, it was not a random forehand direction, and at the same time the angle of the slash was torn apart, aiming at the shallow area as much as possible, relying on the side Rotate to extend the horizontal width of the site all the way to the outside.

...The effect is actually not bad!

Insufficient strength, insufficient spin, insufficient speed, to be precise, the landing point is not satisfactory, but no matter what, Gawain is about to reach the line.

Watching the tennis ball land on the bottom line of the teeing area one palm deeper than the small triangle, even though it was a light hit, the angle of the diagonal line was accidentally torn apart.

Huh!

Exclaimed, again and again.

A second ago, Nadal was still exclaiming that Nadal was in a passive state when he returned the ball, but it was unimaginable to press the line and landed on the bottom line accurately.

A second later, he was exclaiming that the trajectory of the line-pressing ball changed, disrupting Gao Wen's defense/offensive rhythm, and the continuous accidents caused the already chaotic confrontation to be swept into the storm again, but the exclamation had not yet Before he had time to rush out of his chest, he saw Gao Wen's return.

He hit the ball in a hasty and adaptable manner, but he hit the ball again with a large angle of movement close to the sideline. Although there is no ball quality, the line and placement are absolutely amazing, so that the exclamation that cannot be released for a long time is gurgling and boiling in the chest, subconsciously Make a sound that you can't even identify.

Hustle, burst.

Then-

Under the attention of all the people, it can be seen that Nadal's speed has been increased to the extreme, and he rushed to the horse with a slight step on Lingbo, and he couldn't even see the figure and footsteps clearly, just saw a long afterimage Across the entire arena, the hunting wind roared like this.

But... can't catch up, can you?

No matter how you look at it, no matter how you look at it, it is impossible. Although Gao Wen's return is not of good quality, the choice of the route is really excellent, which once again put Nadal in a desperate situation. It should have been an accident that disrupted Gao Wen's shot, but it didn't. Thinking of becoming an excellent opportunity for Gao Wen to break the balance again.

Nadal, did not give up.

Tread Tread.

Tread Tread!

Run, sprint... slide!

The king of clay once again showed his interpretation and application of clay to Philippe Chattier. He pushed his body out with a seemingly ordinary kick, and the red waves rolled and flew backward along the soles of his feet, gliding all the way, fly all the way.

In the blink of an eye, Nadal, who was in the midfield one second, appeared in the doubles area the next second.

The body was fully stretched out, the forehand had already struck, and he glanced at the opposite side out of the corner of his eye, and then saw Gao Wen's figure who had just started to move laterally. Immediately afterwards, the racket could feel the friction and impact of the tennis ball, relying on Complete the full rub with the undercut of the wrist.

One catch, one cut.

Bang!

The racket hit the ground and there was a muffled sound. Nadal split his legs parallel to the ground, and his speed and energy had reached the extreme.

Got it!

I actually received it!

Moreover, the power of a short cut exploded in an instant, cutting out a strong backspin ball, and then the tennis ball made a straight straight line, piercing the whole court, from the starting point outside the doubles line, sticking to the ball post, with enough power With a posture of piercing Yang with a hundred steps, aiming at the big triangle inside and bottom line in singles.

Classic "Outside-In", classic extreme defense, classic forehand save, classic Nadal.

Oh... ah!

The Philippe Chatier stadium could no longer suppress emotions, the sound of cheers and screams, shock and astonishment broke free from the shackles of reason and burst out.

However, before he could fully release the energy, he saw the rolling red waves on the other side of the field depicting an arrow trajectory——

Bass...

Gao Wen is also surfing. Although his movements are a little clumsy, he is still not skillful enough, but his fully stretched body once again allows people to see the flexibility and extensibility of this 193cm tall player. His upper body is stretched forward. Go, the right hand is touching its own limit.

Bass.

bass.

The speed gradually slowed down; the body gradually pressed down in parallel, almost on the ground in the splits.

Time freezes ~lightnovelpub.net~ The brain is blank, as if admiring an oil painting, completely unaware that I have forgotten to breathe, and my eyes follow Gawain's right hand a little bit forward, a little bit closer, just like a Titan Nick was crashing head-on into an iceberg.

at this time!

Touched!

Gao Wen's racket actually touched the racket inconceivably, he knocked and stopped lightly, without any strength or control, all relying on the touch, a conditioned instinct/ability to touch the ball, and very, very reluctantly bounced the tennis ball back , basically is to use Nadal's shot to complete the shot.

Whoosh!

The tennis ball flies high and high, draws a full arc, and builds a rainbow bridge, from right to left, across the court along a diagonal line—

Crossed the court on Gawain's side, crossed the net, entered the court on Nadal's side, and fell in the spacious and vast open space on the right.

landing.

rebound.

Landed again.

Within a radius of five meters, there was no one there.

(end of this chapter)