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Chapter 1423 The momentum is like a rainbow

Chapter 1423 The momentum is like a rainbow

An accident, the net was wiped, which was not good for Nadal. The rapid return of the ball was disrupted, and the threat collapsed.

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

Once, once again——

The confrontation was disrupted throughout the round, and both players were caught in the hurricane. Stade Philippe-Chatier was left in shock.

Then, Gawain was pushed into the chaos and turmoil of war in an instant.

The tennis ball, flight trajectory, flight speed, and direction of rotation were completely changed, and it flew towards Gawain's body lower, faster, and faster.

My mind is clear and clear. I am focused to the extreme and devoted to the extreme. There is no time to panic or complain. I react immediately.

As soon as he kicked off, the muscles of his left calf tightened instantly, and he drilled into the ground with great force, braking suddenly and controlling his body.

Lean back and lean your upper body back in the opposite direction to open up space, avoid car accidents, and make room for swinging.

Turning, there is no time to lead the backhand with both hands. Pin your body, complete a quick turn in a small area, rely on the strength of your forearms to swing a small 60-degree fan, and you will already feel the power of the tennis ball impact in the next second.

, the wrapping of the wrist is delicate, gently wrapping and then swiping.

at this time!

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

No matter how you look at it, you don't think it's possible. Although Gawain's return has no ball quality at all, his line selection is so good that it once again puts Nadal in a desperate situation. It should have been an accident that disrupted Gawain's shot, but it didn't.

Thinking of it as an excellent opportunity for Gawain to break the balance again.

A roar erupted from the depths of his Dantian due to the exertion of force and control. His body was obviously squeezed by this irregular bounce. After continuously leaning back, he was almost overturned. His whole body flew into the air along with the swing. Not only

In order to resolve the power, but also to complete the swing.

Touched!

Tap tap tap.

Got it!

I actually received it!

Moreover, the power of a short chop burst out in an instant, cutting out a strong backspin. Then, the tennis ball made a straight line, piercing the entire court, from the starting point outside the doubles line, close to the ball post, and it was so shocking.

Aiming at the big triangle on the bottom line inside the singles line with a posture of leaping through the Yang with a hundred steps.

The Stade Philippe-Chatier could no longer suppress its emotions. Cheers and screams, sounds of shock and astonishment broke free from the shackles of reason and erupted.

His mind went blank, as if he was admiring an oil painting. He was completely unaware that he had forgotten to breathe. His eyes followed Gawain's right hand as he moved forward a little bit, getting closer and closer, as if the Titanic was hitting an iceberg head-on.

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

A second ago, I was still exclaiming that Nadal's return was in a passive state, but it was incredible that he pressed the line and landed on the baseline accurately.

Noisy, explosive.

bass.

Huh!

Exclaimed again and again.

He hit the ball in a hurry, but once again hit a large angle close to the sideline. Although there was no ball quality, the line and landing point were absolutely amazing, so that the exclamation that could not be released was bubbling in the chest, subconsciously

The ground made a sound that even I couldn't identify.

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

Cross the court on the Gowan side, cross the net, enter the court on the Nadal side, and fall in the spacious and vast open space on the right.

Tap!

Miso miso.

Then--

Gao Wen is also surfing. Although his movements are a little clumsy and not skillful enough, his fully stretched body once again allows people to see the flexibility and ductility of this 193 cm tall player. His upper body is stretched forward.

Come on, right-hand shooting is touching its own limit.

...The effect is actually quite good!

The power is insufficient, the rotation is insufficient, and the speed is insufficient. To be precise, the landing point is not satisfactory, but no matter what, Gawain is going to reach the line.

Gawain will never blindly exert force or blindly take risks. He can always make accurate judgments and the best choices in the flash of crisis. Just like this time, the superimposed collision of consecutive unexpected situations has turned the red earth into a disaster.

The unique nature of the venue is brought into full play——

Whoosh!

The tennis ball flew high, high, drawing a full arc, building a rainbow bridge, spanning the entire field along a diagonal line from right to left——

Nadal did not give up.

One scoop, one chop.

Miso miso miso......

The tennis ball pulls out a small diagonal line and flies towards Nadal's left side of the court; moreover, it is not in a casual forehand direction, but at the same time the diagonal line is torn at an angle, aiming to hit a shallow area as much as possible, relying on the side

The rotation expands the horizontal width of the field all the way to the outside.

Time, solidified.

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

"Uh-huh!"

Bang!

The racket hit the ground and made a muffled sound. Nadal's legs were split and kept parallel to the ground, and his speed and energy had reached the extreme.

The speed gradually slowed down; the body slowly pressed down in parallel, almost splitting to the ground.

The body was fully extended and stretched, and the forehand was already struck. He glanced at the opposite side from the corner of his eyes, and then saw Gawain's figure who had just started to move laterally. Then, the racket could feel the friction and impact of the tennis ball, relying on

The lower cut of the wrist completes sufficient friction.

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

Therefore, Gao Wen gave up the idea of ​​continuing to attack, but also refused to respond with a simple transition ball. In order to prevent Nadal from seizing the opportunity to launch a counterattack, he instead focused on 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.

Oh...ah!

Under the spotlight, you can see that Nadal's speed has increased to the extreme. In the blink of an eye, he is riding on the light wave and lapping the horse. He can't even see his figure and footsteps clearly. He just sees a long afterimage.

Across the entire field, the hunting wind roared like this.

Tap tap tap!

Run, sprint... slide!

The King of Clay once again showed his interpretation and use of red clay on Philippe Chartier. With a seemingly ordinary kick, he pushed his body out. The red waves rolled and flew back along the soles of his feet, gliding all the way.

Fly all the way.

Watching the tennis ball land a palm deeper than the small triangle on the bottom line of the service area, even though it was a light hit, it unexpectedly tore the diagonal angle apart.

The next second, he exclaimed again that the flight path of the ball had changed, disrupting Gao Wen's defensive/offensive rhythm. Continuous accidents caused the already chaotic confrontation situation to be once again involved in the storm. However, the exclamation was not heard yet.

Before he could rush out of his chest, he already saw Gawain's return ball.

Gao Wen's racket actually touched the racket in an incredible way. He knocked it slightly and blocked it. Without any power or control, it was all about the feel of the hand and a conditioned reflex instinct to touch the ball. He very, very reluctantly bounced the tennis ball back.

, basically using Nadal’s shots to complete the shot.

Landing.

rebound.

Landed again.

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

(End of chapter)


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