Swollen ankles, trembling knees, twitching calves, burning lungs, blank brain... everything was swept into a halo.
Unable to think or react.
Extreme.
Vaguely, Gawain seems to have finally reached his ultimate limit, so is this the ceiling? Is this his limit?
So, is this all?
No.
He doesn'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.
He.
Holding his breath, even though every cell in his body protested, Gawain still controlled himself and concentrated all his attention.
Explore, mention.
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.
Lift, lift, recycle.
Then, the tennis ball pulls strong topspin and flies in a straight line.
——Shot 53.
change!
Turn around!
Straight lines, dead ends.
Again and 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 whole audience was silent.
Even the audience, frightened and shocked, has exceeded their capacity. Now they can't react at all, they just stare wide-eyed, lest they miss it.
Pressure, pushing Djokovic.
but!
Djokovic had been prepared for a long time and once again showed his courage. He took off lightly and hit a backhand with both hands. He grabbed a hitting point and used his jumping method to reach the rising point of the tennis ball.
Don't hesitate to attack with force.
work hard.
Heavy hammer.
straight line.
"Ah! Ahhh!"
There was also a murderous look in Djokovic's eyes, which really turned red. In the entanglement and confrontation, he inspired all his fighting spirit and energy.
Tennis is almost 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, kicking 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, between haste and panic.
, his center of gravity jolted, and his feet were almost unsteady.
what to do?
Focus! 100% focus! A touch of determination and perseverance burst out from the depths of your eyes. Even if your life is burned, even if your body is shattered, you will fight to the end.
Fight head-on and swim against the current.
One man is in charge, no one can 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.
Gawain had no time and space left, so the diagonal line 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, and Gawain had to squat down to be able to barely absorb the remaining energy.
Squatting and standing, using both hands and feet, Gawain didn't have time to breathe. He immediately stood up again, continuously adjusted his steps and rushed towards the backhand position.
Confused.
bumpy.
turmoil.
All the internal organs collided violently, burning and bursting with vitality.
However, Gao Wen's eyes were still clear and focused, and he was firmly locked on Djokovic's moving figure. He rushed to the forehand position in a flash. The murderous look in Djokovic's eyes still did not weaken.
The hand moved around and blocked, and another clean shot was completed.
straight line!
Dead spot!
Now, the two players have made full use of the entire court space, not only taking risks, but also being precise, and striking one thrilling shot after another.
Kill decisively.
boom!
Djokovic's hitting sound 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 fifty-six.
ah!
Ahhhh!
A hoarse and dull roar surged deep in Djokovic's throat. Even the power of shouting was running low, and he had reached his limit.
But even at the extreme, Djokovic still squeezed out a trace of energy, ignited a trace of passion, and once again completed an incredible shot with his forehand.
Pressure, layer upon layer, was pushed overwhelmingly towards the opposite side of the court. Under the gaze of everyone, he cut into the bottom line in a mighty manner, and pressed the line again and again. It was dangerous and dangerous, precarious, but successful.
Inbounds, pushing Gawain off the ropes again.
Oops, the strong wind is hunting, crumbling, and the shadow of an unprecedented crisis has enveloped Gawain with its fangs and claws.
tread!
Tap tap tap!
Gawain was speeding up, speeding up obsessively, speeding up blazingly, his heart was beating wildly, the more he beat, the more powerful he became, and the more he jumped, the hotter he became.
Hurry up, hurry up——
The timely start of the previous shot bought Gawain some time. All fatigue and weight seemed to be drawn into the flames and burned away. His knees straightened, his steps were firm, and his speed increased again.
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, and 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, many difficulties lay ahead, the diagonal line was a high probability event, and the straight line was too risky and too crazy.
Even Gawain is no exception.
Therefore, Djokovic did not hesitate to cover the diagonal line.
This is also true.
This is already the deciding set, this is already the fifty-sixth round, everything is different, and what was possible in the first set may not be possible now.
The vision spread out in front of Gawain's eyes was chaotic, and he could not see a straight hitting space.
So, it’s a slash?
Will the fight continue?
Kick on the ground, step forward, extend——
Body, fully extended, a little more, a little more, and a little more.
He 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.
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.
Decide immediately and without hesitation.
Kick the ground.
Turn.
Swing the racket.
Quickly keep up with the backhand with both hands, the turning movement is smooth and smooth, and with a flick of the wrist, the speed of the racket head has already increased.
ah!
It's not enough, it's still not enough, he needs to go faster, and faster.
Ahhhh!
The flames are burning, and the last trace of energy hidden deep in the soul and corners of the body is released without reservation.