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Chapter 1961 Burned to the ground?? Chapter 1961 Burned to the ground

??Tottering, precarious—

??Swollen ankles, trembling knees, twitching calves, burning lungs, blank brain... everything was involved in a halo.

??Unable to think or react.

??Extreme.

??Vaguely, Gawain seems to have finally touched his ultimate limit, so is this the ceiling? Is this your limit?

??So, that’s all?

??No.

??He didn’t believe it.

??No, it’s not that he doesn’t believe it. He believes that he has reached the extreme, but at the same time, he also believes that he should be able to break this limit.

??H.H.

??Hold his breath, even though every cell in his body protested, Gawain still controlled himself and concentrated all his attention.

??Explore it and mention it.

??It was purely an instinctive batting action. The moment he touched the ball, his body was overturned by the rolling air waves, but he still did not forget the batting action.

??Pull, lift, recycle.

??Then, the tennis ball pulls strong topspin and flies in a straight line.

??—Beat 53.

??change!

??Turn around!

??Straight lines, dead ends.

??Once again, Gao Wen's return ball unexpectedly landed in the blind spot of Djokovic's backhand, pressing the line. It was thrilling and exciting, but this time the audience was silent.

??Even for the audience, the fright and shock have exceeded their capacity. Now they can't react at all. They just stare wide-eyed, lest they miss it.

??Pressure, pushing Djokovic.

??but!

??Djokovic has been prepared for a long time and once again showed his courage. He took off lightly and struck a backhand with both hands. He grabbed a hitting point and used his jumping method to reach the rising point of the tennis ball. Pat didn't hesitate to strike hard.

??work hard.

??Heavy hammer.

??straight line.

??"Ah! Ahhh!"

??There was also a trace of murderous intent in Djokovic's eyes, which really turned red. In the entanglement and confrontation, he inspired all his fighting spirit and energy.

??Tennis is almost going to be destroyed.

??—Beat fifty-four.

??The billowing air waves struck towards Gawain's forehand position with great force, like a tsunami.

??Both players are burning, exploding, and releasing. They both reach the extreme and both have breakthroughs. They all rely on one breath to support the continuous battle.

??The whole place was filled with heat waves, and there was a roar above the eardrums.

??Well.

??Across the court, there was a muffled groan—

??Gawain stopped and turned suddenly, and kicked the ground hard with his left leg. His knees were a little weak, and his kicking strength was obviously insufficient. Such an emergency braking and emergency change of direction was undoubtedly a burden on his body, but he had no choice.

??The whole backhand gap was wide open, and Gawain had to protect it; but unexpectedly, Djokovic burst out with determination to move forward and chose a straight line, so Gawain was pulled back again, in a hurry and panic During this time, his center of gravity jolted and his feet were almost unsteady.

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??what to do?

??Focus! 100% focused! A touch of determination and perseverance burst out from the depths of his eyes, and he would fight to the end even if his life was burned and his body was shattered.

??Fight head-on and swim upstream.

??One man is in charge, and ten thousand men are not allowed to open it!

??Forehand, move forward quickly. Although it is difficult for you to exert force yourself, you can use your body as a shield to push back the force.

??Well.

??Accompanied by a muffled grunt, and even unable to make a sound of combined force, the ball was completed reflexively in a flash of lightning.

??—Beat fifty-five.

??slash.

??Gaowen no longer had time and space edges, so slashing was the only option. He relied on force to complete the push, and then squatted down.

??The impact of power and the winding tail force were still too fierce, one after another. Gawain had to squat down to be able to barely absorb the remaining energy.

?? Squatting and standing, using his hands and feet together, Gawain didn't have time to breathe. He immediately stood up again, continuously adjusted his steps and rushed towards the backhand position.

??Confused. ????Bumps.

??turmoil.

??The internal organs are all colliding hard together, burning and full of vitality.

??However, Gao Wen's eyes were still clear and focused, firmly locked on Djokovic's moving figure. He had already reached the forehand position in a flash, and the murderous look in Djokovic's eyes still did not weaken. , with a forehand pass and a block, he once again completed a clean shot.

??straight line!

??Dead corner!

??Now, the two players have utilized the space of the entire court to the extreme, not only taking risks, but also being precise, making thrilling shots one after another.

??Kill decisively.

??boom!

??The sound of Djokovic's hitting was crisp and solid, and the tennis ball turned into a line of light and shadow again, pulling out a long tail straight along the sideline.

??—Beat 56.

??ah!

??Ahhh!

??A hoarse and dull roar surged deep in Djokovic's throat. Even the power of shouting was running low, and he had reached the extreme.

??But even at the extreme, Djokovic still squeezed out a bit of energy, ignited a bit of passion, and once again completed an incredible shot with his forehand.

??The pressure was pushed towards the opposite side of the court in layers upon layers. Under the watchful eyes of the audience, it cut into the bottom line in a mighty manner and pressed the line again and again. It was dangerous and dangerous. But he managed to get inbounds, pushing Gawain outside the ropes again.

??Oh, the strong wind hunted and swayed, and the shadow of an unprecedented crisis loomed over Gawain with all its fangs and claws.

??tread!

??Tap tap tap!

??Gawain is speeding up, speeding up forgetfully, speeding up blazingly, his heart is beating wildly, the more powerful it is, the hotter it is.

??Hurry up, hurry up—

??The timely start after the previous stroke was completed bought some time for Gawain. All fatigue and weight seemed to be drawn into the flames and burned away. His knees were straightened, his steps were firm, and his speed increased again.

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??A big step forward.

??Another big step forward.

??The steps were already in place smoothly. There were some difficulties and dangers, but Gao Wen was able to cope with it. He accurately captured Djokovic's figure out of the corner of his sight.

??He is moving laterally, covering the entire backhand gap.

??Because Djokovic knew Gawain's situation, and there were many difficulties lying in front of him. The diagonal line was a high probability event, and the straight line was too risky and too crazy.

??Even for Gawain.

??So~lightnovelpub.net~Djokovic defended the slash without hesitation.

??In fact, this is also true.

??This is already the deciding set, this is already the fifty-sixth round. Everything is different. What was possible in the first set may not be possible now.

??The vision, spread out in front of Gawain, was chaotic. He could not see a straight hitting space.

??So, it’s a slash?

??The fight will continue?

??Kick off, step, extend—

??Body, fully extend out, a little more, a little more, and a little more.

??Clenched his teeth, his nerves were tense, and his whole body was stretched to the extreme.

??Then.

??Amidst the chaos and halo, a passage appeared in front of us like the light at the end of a dark tunnel slowly falling down.

??A gap.

??The gap that subverts the situation, the gap that breaks through the limit, the gap that transcends oneself, is so weak and so small, but it really exists, a gap created by relying on footsteps, body, and tenacity.

??Make a decisive decision without hesitation.

??Kick on the ground.

??Turn.

??Swing.

??The backhand with both hands quickly follows up, and the turning movement is smooth and smooth. With a flick of the wrist, the speed of the racket head has increased.

??ah!

??Not enough, still not enough, he needs to go faster, faster.

??Ahhh!

??The flame is burning, and the last trace of energy hidden in the corners of the body is released without reservation.

??—Beat fifty-seven.

??(End of this chapter)