Jilong's chest was heaving violently, and he was panting heavily. The smell of blood surged deep in his throat, and his stomach was also rolling. His muscles seemed to be burning, and his physical energy continued to be consumed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
He felt like a balloon with a hole in it. The harder he tried to grab something, the less he could grasp it. Everything was passing by. The panic was spreading in his heart, so much so that his fingertips were trembling uncontrollably.
.
However, compared to panic, what really grabs my heart is confusion, unwillingness and frustration.
Lost twenty-three points in a row.
"23:0".
There is no need to exaggerate or exaggerate, it just sounds tragic enough, and now he is experiencing it personally——
Bloody and bloody!
Incomplete body!
Compared with physical fitness, what is worse now is confidence and belief.
He no longer knows how to play, not only the tactics, but even the basics of batting are questioned.
Is this the gap between him and Gawain now?
so what.
Should you give up? Surrender? Beg Gawain to show mercy?
No, he can't do it.
Not because of the pride and dignity of a proud man, but because of the beliefs and bottom line of competitive sports.
He still wanted to give it a try.
The more difficult it is, the more he wants to collide, and the more impossible it is, the more he wants to challenge. Otherwise, he should give up and leave, not just this game, but the entire tennis career. After all,
Gawain is not the only top player in the tennis world.
Listen, the roaring sound waves in the audience are surging above the eardrums, they are calling.
"Marcos, Marcos..."
again and again.
Taking a deep breath, Jilong collected all his scattered thoughts and returned to the game.
Forget about the score for a moment, forget about the predicament for a moment, forget about the game for a moment, and devote yourself wholeheartedly to this point, just this point in front of you.
Zone 2, outer corner——
Round, it was deadlocked again.
Although Jilong's knees and calves were shaking, even though the hot sweat was flowing like a stream, and even though the heat wave was steaming all over his body, it seemed that he could clearly see the flow of physical energy, from moving to hitting to predicting, the entire reaction.
State of decline in all aspects.
However, Jilong gritted his teeth and attacked with all his strength.
Two consecutive sideways forehand diagonal attacks were defended by Gao Wen.
A two-handed backhand attack was defended by Gawain, and he turned from defense to offense.
He ran wildly on defense at both ends of the baseline and completed three consecutive stunning defenses on the forehand and backhand positions.
Back and forth, the bayonet was red, and in the blink of an eye, at this point, the two players had already been entangled for fourteen rounds, and the offense and defense continued to be in a stalemate.
"ah!"
In an extremely passive situation, Jilong barely managed to hit a straight shot with his backhand with both hands. Although the speed and line were not the best, he still forced Gao Wen to defend the shot with his forehand.
Chance!
Jilong continued to adjust in small steps, and once again switched to a sideways forehand, pushing up the mountains and rivers, as heavy as a thousand stones, and venting all the little energy left in his body.
straight line!
Counterattack!
Within his current state and energy range, Jilong has already shown his strength, not only without any reservation, but also by burning the spiritual power deep in his soul.
boom!
Geelong's shot flew across the court with great force, breaking Gawain's prediction and creating an incredible threat.
Gawain was in a panic.
The steps had just left the forehand, and he was about to return to defense, but this time he was unexpectedly pulled back to the forehand. His center of gravity and steps were not stable, and he had no time to swing. He could only use his forehand to hit the ball lightly.
, pull out a full parabolic arc, drill into the sky and disappear into the sunlight.
Passive defense!
Gawain has been forced to play high ball, and Geelong seizes the opportunity and goes straight to the net.
However!
The footsteps just entered the baseline, and then retreated all the way with the tennis ball, returning to the baseline again——
Still not enough.
He continued to retreat and stood about one meter behind the baseline. Looking at Gao Wen's defensive control, the whole audience exclaimed.
Huh!
The landing point is just inside the bottom line, slightly pressing the inside line.
Such a touch! Such control! In an absolutely passive situation, the defense was pushed to the extreme. The opportunity came to Jilong, but it was not so easy to digest.
Bottom line is high pressure.
It is a challenge for any player, including the Big Four, who all need to change their hitting methods according to the specific situation.
Jilong was naturally no exception. He adjusted in small steps continuously and looked at the tennis ball bouncing high after landing. The limitations of height and strength meant that Jilong did not have many options. He used a high forehand baseline shot with a half-cutting and half-blocking shot.
The ball was hit back and sent to Gawain's forehand again.
The third time in a row.
Because Jilong knew Gao Wen's backhand ability, even though he had encountered many obstacles in the forehand duel today, at the critical moment, Jilong still chose the forehand.
Snapped.
Cutting lightly, Jilong did not use his strength blindly, and the tennis ball almost fell in front of Gawain.
Gawain also continued to adjust in small steps, constantly adjusting the position of his body and the tennis ball, and looking for the hitting point, and then——
Step, kick, take off.
Giron's light hit had top spin, and after landing, the bounce height was above the shoulder. Therefore, Gawain did not move forward to avoid the dilemma of being unable to control the hitting point. Instead, he stood on the baseline and jumped to match the hitting point.
Soar into the sky.
Press down.
Whip it quickly.
As expected, but unexpectedly, Gawain 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 as soon as he hit the ground, he realized that he could no longer catch up. His speed, strength and line were all perfect. Even if Jilong's prediction was accurate, he still couldn't catch up. He felt powerless.
This happened spontaneously.
Then, Giron watched helplessly as Gao Wen used a diagonal forehand to find the landing point in the shallow area on the right sideline, and hit a wonderful "Inside-out" shot.
Fall to the ground and bloom.
The winning points are pocketed.
From passive defense to high pressure from the baseline to a volleying forehand, the shot experienced ups and downs in just three shots, and finally came to an abrupt end, just like that.
The last point still belongs to Gawain.
Since falling behind with the game score of "0:2" and the sub-point of "0:30", Gawain scored twenty-four points in a row, sent an invisible egg, completed an invisible golden plate, and won the victory with overwhelming victory.
Fourteen points only took 21 minutes, and the final game time was fixed at 91 minutes.
"6:4", "6:2".
Victory belongs to Gawain, and there is no suspense; no one expected such a start. Maybe some people expected such an ending, but they also did not expect that the second journey to the ending would be in such a way, in a scene of shock and absurdity.
In the meantime, the game finally came to an end.
It's over, it's over, so——
Should they applaud? Should they cheer? What should they do so as not to hurt the players but still give appropriate recognition to the winner?
Slowly, applause gathered like this, pure and simple applause, slowly gathering between faces looking at each other.