Briefly, very, very briefly, Gawain and Djokovic both stalled—

Stalemate.

No one acted rashly, and no one attacked rashly.

The dynamic clash between lightning and flint reached a stalemate. Both players' batting movements stayed in place, waiting for their opponents to take the lead.

Generally speaking, when both sides stand on the baseline, the defensive side must move first, because the court is spacious and there is more room for movement; but when both sides stand in front of the net, the attacking side must move first, otherwise the shot will be missed. The difficulty of hitting the ball will rise sharply.

really!

Gawain took the lead.

Backhand with both hands, hit straight and flat, and use the hammer.

Crisp, tough, solid.

boom!

It can be judged from the sound of the impact that the ball is struck so hard and thickly that the tennis ball is struck like a straight punch in a boxing ring.

Whoosh!

An afterimage crossed the net, and it was about to form a breakthrough, but a racket blocked the path of the tennis ball and intercepted it.

It's Djokovic.

A step, a forehand, a stretch... The body is fully opened, and the roc rises into the air like a roc spreading its wings. Taking advantage of the time difference in the gap, the forearms are straight, the wrists are strong, and the impact with a clang is completely like a baseball home run. Level, a tough kill to complete a block.

Snapped-

The tennis ball hit the end of Djokovic's racket and rushed back like a heavy hammer.

Target Gawain.

Gao Wen did not retreat but advanced. After the previous backhand shot, he continued to take small steps forward, trying to get as close to the net as possible to create as much pressure as possible.

My mind is clear.

There is no calculation, no game, no layout. The close combat in front of the net relies entirely on first reaction and...intuition, and requires absolute calmness.

Stepping forward, he immediately caught Djokovic's movement and continued to pounce forward even before Djokovic touched the ball.

"Going at high speed VS flying at high speed".

In his pupils, he could clearly see the shadow of the tennis ball that continued to enlarge in his field of vision, coming towards his face like a hurricane with its teeth and claws.

...head-on car accident?

Just as he was about to collide, he saw Gawain move his body slightly to the left, as if holding the pipa to half-cover his face, and moved out of the way, holding the clap in his right hand in front of his body.

First block.

A flick.

The most important thing is to straighten your arms and control the racket surface. That's it. Use your body as a shield and the forward step as a support.

It all depends on conditioned reflex.

Bang.

Everything happened like this, before he blinked, before he exhaled, before Djokovic closed the shot, Gao Wen had already completed the shot.

—backslash.

The tennis ball fell into the entire gap of Djokovic's backhand like a meteor. The sea was as wide as a fish could leap, and the sky was as high as a bird could fly, spinning and embracing the earth.

Whoosh, whoosh, the fierce wind hunted, the entire Arthur Ashe Stadium was thrown into the gap of time and space, slowed down ten times, a hundred times, and finally stopped.

Slowly, slowly, carefully, all the eyes of the audience were focused on that tennis ball. Behind him, Gawain turned his body sideways to show the flexibility of his waist and abdomen. Next to him, Djokovic shifted his center of gravity and looked back at the moon. Trying to find the trajectory of the tennis ball but unable to start, watching the tennis ball fly.

Hands up. The knife fell.

It seems that you can clearly see the vibrations of the spinning tennis ball creating ripples that spread throughout the entire venue.

within bounds.

Score.

Finish.

An incredible but perfect ending. Unbelievable and unbelievable things are happening right in front of you. It's like Atlantis appears. The magnificent and magnificent scene impacts the brain with overwhelming force. Reason and calmness are defeated step by step, and you lose your helmet in an instant. Abandon armor and fall into madness.

Thirty-eight shots!

A whole thirty-eight shots!

It is not only long, but also anxious; not only difficult, but also thrilling. The strong confrontation between you and me bursts out 200% of the amazing energy, and finally ends in an incredible way. The passion and blood are fully detonated. The first The situation of the battle was completely overturned and the balance was broken.

Break, success—

ah!

Qiao Wangsheng went crazy.

ah!

The commentator's seat went crazy!

Ahhhh!

Arthur Ashe Stadium is crazy.

boom! Boom boom boom!

Fans and viewers in every corner of the world were all connected through live broadcast signals and went crazy together.

at this time. now.

Any language is eclipsed. There is no need to speak, it is enough to see, listen, experience and feel.

Because of the wonderful round just now, a full thirty-eight shots of see-saw, finally ended in a close-quarters fight at the net.

Because from being "1:3" behind to "5:3" leading for four consecutive games, Gao Wen came from behind to control the situation in the first set with an unparalleled performance.

What's more, Gao Wen's undisputed and flawless performance on break points in his opponent's two consecutive service games easily ignited the competitive sports craze.

So magical, so wonderful, so brilliant, both players have already exploded to the extreme. The burning feeling in an anaerobic state turned the golden sunlight all over the sky into a sea of ​​fire, and all the thoughts in their sights, ears, and brains were burned. It was all gone, leaving only a dazzling roar.

Nothing matters anymore.

ah!

Qiao Wangsheng is burning. Now he finally understands what it feels like to burn life and soul. The smooth and wanton sense of reality cannot be expressed and cannot be replaced. He is jumping, cheering and roaring.

The overwhelming roar and impassioned heartbeat surged through Arthur Ashe Stadium, and no other sounds were left. This was the charm of the scene—

On the court.

Djokovic's face was full of astonishment and he couldn't believe his eyes. He lost his serve in two consecutive games and two consecutive breaks on the same break point.

How is this going?

Moreover, even though Djokovic has fully improved his condition and high morale, the bitterness of the situation is almost maddening.

When the anger reached the limit, Djokovic did not want to throw his racket or vent, but just stared at Gawain with wide eyes and watched quietly.

Deep in the pupils, the flames were burning, and in the blink of an eye they had spread into an ocean.

Gawain, did not flinch.

Uprightly, confidently, with a firm gaze, he faced Djokovic's eyes head-on, filled with the wantonness and publicity of youth, the blood and passion of a warrior, and launched a head-on collision without showing any signs of weakness, without any roar. But you can still hear the roar of the soul.

Aim. must.

In an instant ~lightnovelpub.net~ Even the noise of Arthur Ashe Stadium was no longer important. The hot and rich heat wave slowly condensed, and the oxygen almost disappeared.

asphyxia. gaze.

— Confrontation.

This is the first time, even though Djokovic and Gauvin have met many times, although Djokovic and Gauvin have competed in key events many times, despite the grievances between Djokovic and Gauvin Love and hatred have been constantly refreshed, written, and pushed to the extreme, but this is the first time.

Both players have stepped into a new dimension and shown themselves with absolute conviction.

It was not until this moment that Djokovic finally realized the crisis after losing two consecutive serve games, both of which were lost on a break point.

With a sudden inspiration, my mind became clearer than ever before, and I realized something very, very important:

Things are no longer the same. The breakthrough and transformation from quantitative change to qualitative change are happening right in front of me.

(End of chapter)