The latest URL: In a pinch, if the speed is increased, it is like drag racing, and the adrenaline is constantly bursting, then there is no time to be tense.

But at the critical moment, the speed slowed down, and the wobbly state could gradually amplify the tension and anxiety, and even the breathing became sensitive.

At this time, that's it.

Unintentionally, Gawain's first serve speed did not increase, and then Isner also became more cautious. The ball speed of both players slowed down significantly, and the tormenting heat wave on the Arthur-Ashe Stadium became more and more serious. It surged up, as if you could see the magma flowing under the sun.

Another round was hit in the middle area, but the ball speed never improved.

OK.

OK.

Even though Isner's return ball was in the middle and didn't need to move widely, Gawain's footsteps were adjusted very carefully. This time he hit a small slash with his backhand and slightly opened the angle.

Tread.

Isner took two long strides, stood in his backhand position, stood firmly with both feet, and set up a fort with a backhand with both hands.

Not good!

The alarm was sounded immediately in Gao Wen's mind. It was obvious that Isner was already standing on the edge of the cliff. He absolutely didn't want to get into a tug-of-war with Gao Wen. Then the chances of him conceding the ball first were very high. So he must take the lead in making the shot and speeding up first, even if it is his backhand position.

really!

stride! Kick off! Turn! Send a shot!

Isner's swing is very solid, relying on the strong head speed to bring out a light and thin diagonal line, and then the dangling slow ball speeds up in an instant, like a lightning flash across the sky.

Whoosh!

Isner's return was not only fast and flat, but he also flicked it out at the moment of the shot, thus bringing out an incredible small slash effect, almost equivalent to serving from the outside corner of the second zone.

Gawain started immediately.

Tread Tread.

Tread Tread!

But Isner himself probably didn't expect such an effect. The flight trajectory of the whole tennis ball was very chic, directly rushing out of the doubles line.

This also forced Gao Wen to sprint and sprint again. In the high-speed running state, the backhand with both hands was completed early, and the upper body was already in a state parallel to the ground. Also followed up.

swing! Turn! work hard!

Gao Wen raised the speed of the racket head to the extreme, with a slight hook and lift with his wrist, without fully exerting force, he increased the speed of returning the ball. The sensitive and light returning movement made the tennis ball cut a thinner and thinner ball. An even more exaggerated slash directly jumped over.

"Big Angle vs Big Angle"!

Just now Isner's return was equivalent to a serve from the outside corner, and it flew directly out of the doubles line after hitting the ground; but now Gao Wen's return is even thinner and shallower, and it is completely swept in with skill, and the tennis ball hits the ground. When he went out, he had already entered the shadow of the referee chair and the players' rest area.

Huh!

The Arthur-Ashe Stadium could clearly hear the sound of gasping for air. It was hard to believe that Gao Wen could hit such an extreme return ball, almost utilizing the space on the court to the extreme.

Tread Tread.

Tread Tread.

Isner stuck to his backhand half court and was always ready.

At this time, although Gao Wen's return angle was very tricky, Isner rushed to the horse with three strides. Before the return angle was fully released, he grabbed a rising point and bounced the tennis ball. Hit it back, and created a small ball effect again.

The difference is that before the three-pointer, Isner was forced to release the small ball by Gao Wen's sudden drop over the net; for this point, Isner actively chose to release the small ball when he had a choice—

Because Gao Wen needs to run a super large diagonal to reach the area where Isner puts the small ball, which is also the longest distance in theory on a tennis court.

rub.

Whoosh!

Isner was very cautious and focused, controlled the quality of the return as carefully as possible, and watched the tennis ball reach the other side of Gao Wen's field. Ball line blocked—

straight line?

This is obviously impossible, because the nets on both sides are higher, even if Gao Wen can catch up to this small ball, it will be difficult to change the flying height and route of the tennis ball.

Slashes are the only option.

Therefore, Isner only needs to complete the blocking in the diagonal area.

Of course, if Gao Wen didn't catch up with the ball, the point could have ended earlier.

So, what about Gao Wen?

Teng Teng Teng.

Thumb up!

Gao Wen ran at full speed along a slanted line at a 45-degree angle. The 193-centimeter man was rampant on the court, but his light footsteps seemed to be dancing. There was even time to observe Isner's position when the tennis ball landed.

Hoo hoo.

hum.

The wind is roaring.

Gao Wen judged some routes of returning the ball. This time Isner's unloading was done well. When Gao Wen arrived, the tennis ball had already started to fall, and the acceleration of gravity was pulling rapidly, and the falling speed was getting faster and faster. It didn't leave much room for Gao Wen to return the ball.

The slash is the only option.

But Isner was waiting there.

what to do?

Is there no chance?

No!

Small steps, small steps, Gao Wen is adjusting small steps continuously, the entire upper body is fully extended and leaned forward, the flexibility of the body has been stretched to the extreme, and then, the forehand has completed the racket, but it is not force, but the strength of the wrist Softly and lightly hook and pick.

Then you can see the tennis ball draw a slanted line and fly over the gap between Isner and the net. Originally, Isner stood in the middle of the two service areas in order to create visual pressure on Gao Wen. Online, but it turned out to be the only skyline for Gao Wen to break through.

Whoosh!

The tennis ball passed dangerously in front of Isner, and Isner immediately realized that something was wrong, and kept up with small steps, trying to find an opportunity to block it.

but! After the tennis ball passed the net, it fell quickly again, even before Isner's footsteps, and landed at full speed towards the court.

Tread Tread.

Tread Tread.

Isner's footsteps have been accelerated to the extreme, and even his upper body is leaning over, wanting to hook with the racket.

However, Gawain's return line was so ingenious and precise that it made Isner almost, just a little bit, unable to catch up.

Crack~lightnovelpub.net~ The tennis ball hit the ground.

Right in front of Isner's eyes, the staggering footsteps were almost about to fall, and then he watched helplessly as the tennis ball hit the right sideline. Pulling away the distance from Isner, he disappeared like a meteor.

Isner could no longer catch up.

Time, at this moment, seems to be frozen, even the dense sunlight and boiling heat waves have also froze, and only the trivial sound of the breeze can be caught in the ears, those faces, those figures, those expressions and those voices All are caught in the rut of time and space.

Until a sound came from the depths of the universe.

"Race, high. 7:6, 3:6, 7:6, 7:6."

Won!

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