Whoops, whoops, whoops, whoops.

Ji Long's chest was heaving violently, gasping for breath, a **** smell rose from the depths of his throat, and his stomach rolled along with it. His muscles seemed to be burning, and his physical energy continued to decline at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He felt like a balloon with a hole in it. The harder he tried to grasp something, the more he couldn't grasp it. Everything was passing by, and the panic spread in his heart, so that his fingertips trembled uncontrollably .

However, compared to panic, what really grips the heart is still a kind of confusion, unwillingness and aggrieved.

Lost twenty-three points in a row.

"23:0".

There is no need to exaggerate or exaggerate, just it sounds tragic enough, and now he is experiencing it personally—

Bloody!

Incomplete!

What is worse now than physical fitness is confidence and belief.

He no longer knows how to play, not only the tactics, but even the basic shots are questioned.

Is this the gap between him and Gao Wen now?

so what.

give up? Surrender? Are you begging Gao Wen for mercy?

No, he can't.

Not because of the pride and dignity of the proud son of heaven, but because of the belief and bottom line of competitive sports.

He still wants to try it.

The more difficult it is, the more he wants to collide and see, the more impossible the more he wants to challenge and see, otherwise, he should give up and turn around and leave, not only this game, but the entire tennis career, after all, Gao Wen is not the only top player in the tennis world.

Listen, the rolling sound waves of the audience are surging above the eardrums, and they are calling.

"Marcos, Marcos..."

again and again.

Taking a deep breath, Jilong collected all the scattered thoughts and returned to the game.

Temporarily forget the score, temporarily forget the predicament, and temporarily forget the game, and devote yourself to this point wholeheartedly, it is just the point in front of you.

District Two, Outer Corner—

Round, stalemate again.

Although Jilong's knees and calves were trembling, despite the hot sweat flowing like a stream, despite the steaming heat waves all over his body, he seemed to be able to clearly see the passage of physical energy, from moving to hitting the ball to predicting, the whole reaction All-round state decline.

However, Giron gritted his teeth and struck out with all his might.

He made two consecutive sideways and forehand slash attacks, but was defended by Gao Wen.

A two-handed backhand attack was defended by Gao Wen, who turned the defense into an offense.

He rushed to defend at both ends of the baseline, and completed three consecutive amazing defenses in the forehand and backhand positions.

Back and forth, the bayonet saw red, and in a blink of an eye, the two players had already started entanglement for 14 rounds at this point, and the offense and defense continued to be stalemate.

"ah!"

In an extremely passive situation, Ji Long managed to hit a straight backhand with both hands. Although the speed and line were not the best, he still forced Gao Wen to defend with a forehand.

Chance!

Jilong adjusted in small steps continuously, and switched to the sideways forehand again, pulling mountains and rivers as hard as a thousand weights, venting all the little energy left in his body.

straight line!

counterattack!

Within his current state and energy range, Jilong has taken out the bottom of the box, not only unreservedly, but burning the spiritual power deep in his soul.

boom!

Jilong's shot crossed the court mightily, breaking Gawain's prediction and creating an incredible threat.

Gao Wen was in a panic.

His footsteps just left the forehand, and he was about to return to defense, but this time he did not expect it, and was pulled back to the forehand again. The center of gravity and footsteps were not stable, so he had no time to swing the racket, so he could only lightly flick with the forehand, a lob , pulled out a full parabolic arc, drilled into the sky and disappeared into the sun.

Passive defense!

Gao Wen was already forced to hit the high ball, Ji Long seized the opportunity and went directly to the net.

However!

The footsteps just entered the bottom line, and then retreated all the way with the tennis ball, returning to the bottom line—

Still not enough.

They continued to retreat, standing about one meter behind the baseline, watching Gao Wen's defensive touch control, the audience gasped in surprise.

Huh!

The landing point is just within the bottom line, slightly pressing the inside line.

Such a touch! So in control! In an absolutely passive situation, the defense was maximized, and the opportunity came to Geelong, but it was not so easy to digest.

Bottom line high pressure.

It's a challenge for any player, including the Big Four, who need to change their batting on a case-by-case basis.

Jilong is no exception. He continuously adjusts in small steps, watching the tennis ball bouncing high after landing. The limitation of height and strength means that Jilong does not have many choices. Way to hit it back, and sent it to Gao Wen's forehand again.

For the third time in a row.

Because Jilong knew Gao Wen's backhand ability, even though he had hit the wall many times in the forehand duel today, Jilong still chose the forehand at the critical moment.

Snapped.

With a chip and light hit, Ji Long did not exert force blindly, and the tennis ball almost fell in front of Gao Wen's eyes.

Gao Wen also adjusted in small steps continuously, adjusting the position of his body and the tennis ball, looking for the hitting point, and then—

Step, kick, jump.

Jilong's flick has topspin, and after landing, the bounce height is above the shoulders, so Gao Wen did not face forward to avoid the dilemma of not being able to control the hitting point, but stood on the baseline and jumped to match the hitting point.

soar into the air.

Press down.

Quick whip.

As expected, but unexpectedly, Gao Wen chose to attack, and he took the initiative to attack, breaking the deadlock very boldly and forcefully.

Forehand slash.

Whoosh.

Tennis, across the court.

Jilong's start was very timely, but he realized that he could not catch up just as soon as he stepped on the ground. The speed, strength and line were all perfect. Even if Jilong's prediction was accurate, he still couldn't catch up. This happened spontaneously.

Then, Jilong just watched Gao Wen find the landing point with a forehand diagonally in the shallow area of ​​the right sideline, and hit a wonderful "Inside-out".

Landing, blooming.

The winning point is in the bag.

From passive defense to the bottom line high pressure and then to the volley forehand, the short three-shot shot experienced ups and downs, and finally came to an abrupt end, and it ended like this.

The last point~lightnovelpub.net~ still belongs to Gao Wen.

Since the game score "0:2" and the small score "0:30" fell behind, Gao Wen scored 24 points in a row, sent out an invisible egg, and completed an invisible gold plate. Fourteen points took only 21 minutes, and the final game time was fixed at 91 minutes.

"6:4", "6:2".

Victory belongs to Gao Wen, there is no suspense; no one expected such an opening, maybe some people expected such an ending, but they also did not expect that the second journey leading to the ending would be in such a way, in a sea of ​​shock and absurdity Among them, the game finally came to an end.

It's over, it's over, so—

Should they applaud? Should they applaud? What should they do so that they will not hurt the players and can give corresponding affirmation to the winner?

Slowly, the applause gathered like this, the pure and simple applause slowly gathered while looking at each other.

(end of this chapter)