Match point

Chapter 1961
On the verge of collapse, in danger——

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 touched his ultimate limit, so is this the ceiling?Is this your limit?
So, is that all there is to it?
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.

heh.

Holding his breath, despite the protests of every cell in his body, Gawain 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.

——Three beats.

change!
Go 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 the audience, whose fright and shock has exceeded their capacity, cannot react at all now, can only stare wide-eyed in fear of missing 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 strike hard.

work hard.

hammer.

straight line.

"Ah! Ah ah ah!"

There was also a murderous look in Djokovic's eyes, and he was truly red-eyed. In the entanglement and confrontation, he inspired all his fighting spirit and energy.

Tennis is almost destroyed.

——Four beats.

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 their extremes and both have breakthroughs. They rely on one breath to sustain the battle.

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

Uh.

Across the court, there was a muffled groan——

Gawain stopped and turned sharply, 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. , the center of gravity jolted, and the steps were almost unsteady.

How to do?
Focus![-]% 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 against the current.

One husband is in charge, and ten thousand people are not open!

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.

Uh.

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.

——Five beats.

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 power impact and tail force winding 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 his hands and feet together, Gawain didn't have time to breathe. He 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, firmly locking 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 he once again completed a clean shot.

straight line!

dead end!

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!
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.

——Six beats.

Ah!
Ahhhhh!
A hoarse and dull roar surged deep in Djokovic's throat. Even the power of shouting was gone, 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.

Pressure, overwhelming and overwhelming, was pushed towards the opposite side of the court. Under the gaze of everyone, it cut into the baseline in a mighty manner, and pressed the line again and again. It was dangerous and dangerous, but it was successful. Inbounds, pushing Gawain off the ropes again.

Oops, the strong wind hunted and swayed, and the shadow of an unprecedented crisis loomed over Gawain.

tread!
Tatata!
Gawain is speeding up, speeding up obsessively, speeding up blazingly, his heart is beating wildly, and the beating is getting stronger and hotter.

Hurry up, hurry up——

The timely start of the previous stroke bought Gawain some time. 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.

A big step forward.

Another big step forward.

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

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.

Not even for Gawain.

Therefore, Djokovic did not hesitate to cover the diagonal line.

Facts, too.

This is already the deciding set, this is already a six-shot 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 off.

swivel.

Swing.

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 increased.

Ah!
Not enough, still not enough, he needs to go faster, faster.

Ahhhhh!
The flames are burning, and the last trace of energy hidden in the corners of the body is released without reservation.

——Seven beats.

(End of this chapter)