God of Tennis

Kim Jin-hyun tried to say something more, but the louder shouts hit their ears faster. The sound of ordinary words was loud enough to be buried lightly.

[Let's have our first round of Ophthalmological Futures! NK-market Han Woo-jin versus Oh Sung-electron Kim Jin-hyun! Let's give them a big round of applause!]

Han Woo-jin didn't want to talk anymore. He left Kim Jin-hyun and walked on his coat first. I predicted what would happen after the attack. What good memories for a child, blah, blah, will you sell your sympathy?

Of course, he didn't think Kim Jin-hyun's words were a lie without any reason. He could have been really sick, and he could have really retired for the last time. It was a judgment that came after considering all the truthfulness that you might not know.

‘You can't bring anything outside your coat inside. ’

At least Han Woo-jin thought so.

And I lived up to my expectations. He was as cold as he had ever been.

Can I win because my child is sick?

Can I win because it's the last match?

That can't be right.

Victory was never good enough to beg.

Winning is about burning, trying, being angry, patient, and joyful. Hanwoojin did not intend to insult Kim Jin-hyun's tactics, but he did not intend to respect them.

Seeing Kim Jin-hyun walking out behind him, Han Woo-jin's eyes widened.

Kim Jin-hyun

Strength 48/HP 52/Agility 45

HP 1920/2080 SP 360/360

Forehand: 7/20

Forehand: 4/20

Sub-Level: 6/20

Bali Level: 4 of 20

Smash Level: 6/20

Dropshot Level: 5 of 20

Robe Level: 4 of 20

Special Skill: None

It was a stat and skill level that was not much different from the one used in the first round. The Pokémon is able to win without needing to see the skill.

Han Woo-jin stood on his coat and glanced at Kim Jin-hyun mechanically. Even though his eyes were so cold, Kim Jin-hyun touched my creepy forearm once.

‘Huh, not just any guy. ’

He was still in his 30s, but now Hanwoojin's eyes were never worth having. It was like my eyes were sharpened in my mind because I couldn't wait to get on the floor.

Kim Jin-hyun completely gave up trying to cause a psychological shock before the match. It was not a strategy that could work on someone with those eyes.

The host raises the loudspeaker again, while the two completely disconnect from their work outside the coat.

[It's time to decide on a sub-ticket. Yang, step forward!]

Kim Jin-hyun and Han Woo-jin's eyes sank bluntly. The user is a good face, with only pure determination. It neither shrinks nor threatens the target. As the two men stand between the nets, the referee comes forward and says,

“Please specify the side of the coin. ”

“May I go first? ”

“Of course.”

I don't care about psychological warfare anymore. After Han Woo-jin said yes, Kim Jin-hyun did not hesitate to pick the back. Han Woo-jin, who was about to choose the front, stepped back. It was because I thought I would get hit by a coin that popped up.

The referee bounces his thumb hard.

Ping!

It was only a matter of time before the coin that had been swiftly spun down. The referee reaches out his palm and retrieves the coin with a familiar move. The coin was on the back.

“I'll serve it.”

“Yes.”

The two of them, briefly, turned their backs as if they had nothing more to say. Han Woo-jin sat behind the service coat, and Kim Jin-hyun grabbed the ball and walked slowly to the base line.

[I will serve Kim Jin-hyun first! Please begin the match as soon as you are ready!]

“Player Radi! Kim Jin Hyun to Serve! ”

Han Woo-jin lowered his lower back, and Kim Jin-hyun raised his upper body. It was a typical posture for servers and receivers.

“0: 0! Play!”

Kim Jin-hyun touched the ball a few times and threw it up as soon as the referee declared the start. Treason was a good technique for making a fool of yourself.

Bam!

A cheerful sound. A well-struck ball sounds clean. A ball hitting the sweet spot falls into Hanwoojin's right service coat. Moderately fast and sharp serve.

But it's a ball that's not good enough for a crystal hit.

‘You're just like me. ’

Han Woo-jin smiled bitterly. It was almost the same style of play except that it provoked compassion before the match. Psychological warfare with bluffing and fax. Techniques that have not been used lately due to improved skills.

In a long time, Hanwoojin's body reacted with a feeling of being blessed. Suddenly, the racket that was swinging with a big upward motion stops.

Perfectly applied dropshot.

Barrels!

“Ugh…! ”

You cannot handle a drop shot that has been completely deceived since the preparatory action. If Sub & Bali even tried, there was no way Kim Jin-hyun who was hanging around near the base line would get the ball.

The ball bounces off his coat twice in front of his desperate eyes.

“0: 15! ”

Kim Jin-hyun, who had taken the vantage point in vain, kicked his tongue. The cold-blooded opponent's play is reminiscent of an even worse veteran. I didn't understand how he could compete with that kind of mental age.

No complaints. He pulls his concentration back up and grabs the ball. As long as you're not looking for an Ace of Service, it was best to induce a reception that was comfortable for you.

Bam!

The ball dropped to the left service coat. Even before the ball ran out, Han Woo-jin stood by and punched the racket. A backhand drive with a proper topspin this time.

Boom!

Powered by the rising strength, the ball crosses the net. Hanwoojin sees the ball returning to more power than expected, and relieves himself for a moment thinking that the rally is over. However, the ball crosses the road net with a blaring sound.

Barrels!

“Huh?"

The ball rolled in front of Hanwoojin, who was dumbfounded.

The ball that I thought I would not be able to receive was bounced off by Kim Jin-hyun who took the racket while flying to my body.

“15: 15! ”

It was as shocking as the unexpected Receive. Were you careless? Not just anyone? Hanwoojin gripped his teeth lightly. My mind was loosened like a shoelace again.

When did you become so strong, Han Woo-jin? Let's get our heads together.

Kim Jin-hyun threw the ball again. The Serve, which was hit with an overhead, lowers its power a little this time.

Tongue!

The ball barely made it over the net fell on the service coat. The ball was thrown this way because it had a low bounce, making it hard to catch it. This technique makes it difficult to get paid to serve is a relic of veterans.

However, if you are proficient, you will not be left behind. The serve that handed over the net gracefully hit Kim Jin-hyun's side line to the racket that was put up. Powerful topspins that won't give you any room to react. Even so, Kim Jin-hyun's racket was almost touched.

That's it.

“15: 30! ”

Han Woo-jin just fixed his perception. I've been stronger for a while than I used to be. He was a cunning, persistent, professional athlete.

"Is my type this annoying? People who aren't used to it will have kids. ’

It was too late to realize that the numbers were not good enough for me. Athletes with styles such as Kim Jin-hyun and Han Woo-jin had a kind of ability that could not be measured numerically. Maybe there are talents that can't be represented by numbers.

Every time I kept my mind up, I was sure I would see the rot.

Kim Jin-hyun's play even taught me a lesson. Han Woo-jin secretly confided in him completely. I don't know about him before he stood on the coat, but after he stood on the coat, he was a great professional tennis player.

Now let's get it right.

Hanwoojin slightly untied his frozen face. The rigid body relaxes and exerts its original skill. You hear the sound of a gear going up one level in your body.

Bam!

Kim Jin-hyun's continued serve was a different flat from the previous rally. The higher the speed difference, the harder it is to adapt to the sub. However, it was also quite difficult for the server to serve each time in a different way and not record the fault.

He wasn't even a handful of skills he could do. He runs coldly and swings the racket horizontally. The ball is directly in the center, returning to restraint beyond the speed at which it flew. The right riding is hard to react to. Kim Jin-hyun even took off.

The ball you bounced off your coat before.

“15: 40! ”

Hearing the voice of the referee declaring the score, Hanwoojin raised his gaze and looked across the net.

It was no exaggeration that the rally clearly showed the difference between the two athletes.

Returning the unexpected service to Rising was like the rally itself rolling on the palm of his hand.

What's the opponent's face doing?

Abandon or grieve? Despair? Emotion? All sorts of predictions came out of my head and disappeared.

At last, Kim Jin-hyun's face was nothing.

‘... Good, you should. ’

The eyes staring heavily this way. An unwavering determination. The prowling feet seem to be stepping on mud as if they're going to stick together until the end of the match. An enemy that trembles on the back, regardless of skill.

Here comes the serve again.

Hanwoojin reflexively lowered his lower back. The Pokémon's skill set is obvious, but can't let its guard down. I might have to be prepared for a little physical consumption.

However, the smile did not fall from Han Woojin's mouth.

'This is what a contest looks like.'

It was a world that ran relentlessly through life.

But don't you have to win and lose?

Hot blood rushes through the adrenaline rush in Hanwoojin's body.

End

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