God of Tennis

The game had just gone to two sets, and there was already a second game going on.

Han Woo-jin realized that the situation was getting a little annoying. He lets out an irritated breath as he steals the sweat that begins to flow.

‘I'm going to lose my strength. This guy's surprisingly annoying. ’

One game at a time. Seven games in a game, or 40 points in a game. And when you hit the rally, the number was closer to a hundred.

This level of experience contributed to Song Joon's ability to obtain Han Woojin's helmet.

Of course, we can only win rallies a little bit more. Still, the performance car between the two of them was clear and there was nothing more to it than a little longer game time.

However, it was disturbing for Hanwoojin. He couldn't find any reason to use his stamina on a clumsy athlete like Song Joon.

And Song Joon-hyeon was feeling a bit strange now.

‘I can get more balls than before. Haven't I seen my limits yet? ’

It was shocking for him to have been desperate that his skills would no longer increase. I didn't know that even though I was facing an enemy I couldn't win over, my determination was going to die. The more rally continued, the better.

The limit is to win 1 point in a game. Sometimes 2 points if you're lucky. More than a few. My body continued to move despite my miserable grades. One word of abstinence cannot crawl out of my throat and sinks.

“Play Hanwoojin Serve! ”

Bam!

Han Woo-jin punches Serve.

The ball that flew at high speed hit the outskirts of the service coat that were hard to get this time. A ball that wouldn't be weird if you floated an ace. Clearly, even one set of thresholds could not even react to Song standard.

However, Song Joon's racket pops up and barely flies the ball out of his coat.

A clumsy backhand, but a successful return over the net. Hanwoojin kicked his tongue into a stretching rally and hit the ball lightly.

Bam!

“15: 0! ”

Hanwoojin decided to convince him. Clearly, Song standard skills have been improved considerably compared to the start of the game.

And he hated it. An opponent who grows up by playing against himself. Having fun while raising an enemy is just a whimsical act of genius. Just when Choi Yeon-Hyuk realized special skills, there was a heat surge.

Exceeds normal growth process and obtains balls that cannot be obtained. Refining talent, not growth through effort and practice. Song Joon's present progress was a foothold of talent that was dying underneath him.

Of course it was late. Song Joon was distributing his extraordinary potential, but it was too late at the time of the renovation.

As a result, their cars may be a little narrower in the future, but they may not be catching up. Talent differences between the two people were reversed by years of effort.

However, the Song standard moved. Then Han Woo-jin understood Song standard's peculiar uplifting during the course of the match.

And it slipped away carelessly.

‘Now I can be serious. ’

The rally was long. Eight times, the ball from the net was shot in the sky by Hanwoojin's mighty smash. Jumping smash jumping like a dunk in a basketball.

“30: 0! ”

I can't react even if I know. A quick and high bounce unilaterally scores the difference.

Either the reflexes are extremely good, or I've read the orbit of the sphere. It was not a ball that could be accepted by Song Joon's ability.

The flying sub has drawn a different trajectory than ever before. A drive that bends sharply in the flat. Song Joon lost another point.

“40: 0! ”

He looks up because he wants to say damn it. Even basic manners were not rude enough to forget.

The target across the net is still a little more exhausted than before. That was a little comforting.

Song Joon smiled helplessly as he watched Han Woo-jin throw the ball without rest. Terribly thorough. I couldn't find anything from skills to mental swings.

I couldn't have done this because I started a few years ago. He blames himself for thinking stupid thoughts. Hanwoojin was not just an effort.

Bam!

A baseball curve-like sub is plugged into the tip of the racket on the Song standard. Song Joon was indignant, so it was refreshing.

“Game Hanwoojin! ”

He grabs the ball that flew with the sub over. The exhausted grip felt a solid ball as usual. I felt like the ball was getting heavy for no reason.

Song Joon has decided that this match will be the end of Ahn Dong Futures. I gave up on the goal of winning and decided to give Han Woo-jin a shot first.

His racket, which had no need to think about the latter, bursts into flames.

Bam!

“15: 0! ”

Hanwoojin narrowed his eyes. Whatever the opponent is thinking, the current serve is abnormal.

Did you quit Face Distribution? ’

Unconscious pairing of power subs. A slight irregularity in force leads to a fault.

Moreover, my shoulders, waist, legs, etc. were too much. It is not about distraction and balance in sports for no reason. If I held the racket like that with all my strength, I could feel a convulsion in my whole oblique muscle within 10 minutes.

In other words, it could last about 10 minutes.

Bam!

“Fault!”

The ball on the net stops its fierce spin and falls. If it had come in, Han Woo-jin would have been able to get rid of it. Beyond speed, the serve that gave up everything is finished when the reaction is slow, even if it reads the trajectory.

Maybe winning would be Han Woojin. It was hard to win six games in a row just by keeping it like that for 10 minutes, and even more impossible to get to the next set.

It induces energy consumption while avoiding a frontal battle and destroys itself. That was the wisest course of action.

Hanwoojin watched Song Joon's serve as he stretched his strength from his body.

Bam!

I crossed the net this time.

High speed sub frequently defaults due to its speed, but rarely records double defaults. It was because I was able to modify the trajectory as if I had zeroed the ball that I had previously blown.

But I fell at a nearby point. Han Woo-jin brought a racket to the ball that popped out loud.

Barrels!

Dropshot. A ball carrying a strong bound doesn't even need to be supported. The racket's resistance was enough. The dropped ball has crossed the net.

“15: 15! ”

Song Joon immediately lost another point by forcefully gripping it and hitting the sub again. I still don't think about the rest of it.

Bam!

I fell out of reach this time.

Hanwoojin, who did not feel the need to take it so hard, only looked at the ball that was bounced off with cold eyes.

“30: 15! ”

The match begins to flow in an odd fashion.

Song Joon hit the sub with all his strength, and Han Woo-jin intercepted a drop shot of only the ball that could be picked up with very little movement.

Immediately after hitting the sub with a full swing, Song Kyung-kyun, who had no strength to run out in front of Nate, won one point and repeatedly lost one point. From Hanwoojin's perspective, it was just a waste of physical strength.

“Game Song Standard! ”

This was the first game I won as a Song standard, but it didn't mean anything to me in terms of the overall game.

Together with the sub world coming back, the two players switched coats.

I expected the game to be over in half an hour, and Han Woo-jin threw the ball in the air. Following the mechanical trajectory, the racket draws a large arc.

Bam!

* * *

Score 53. Score 0: 40.

The game came to the end of both athletes.

As Hanwoojin expected, Song standard's health dropped rapidly, and the muscles consumed lost strength and floated in a ball of fire. And Han Woo-jin's ruthless racket scored in a row. It was the result of a vicious tactic.

Song Joon lifted the ball to hit the last serve.

He realized something good in this match. You can see that there was an immature bud inside of you. It's too early to give up. Song Joon smiled and glanced at the opponent without even losing.

‘Thank you, Han Woo-jin. ’

He was a great athlete, and Song Joon-jin was seriously considering Han Woo-jin.

A player who built up his strength purely by leaving no room for talent. With his inexperienced skill and coldness, he can climb even higher than here.

‘I wouldn't have done it. ’

If he had grabbed the racket when he was a child, would he have lived like Han Woo-jin? I didn't think it was Song Joon. The opposing Pokémon's determination and anguish are unusual. Who could be prouder than Han Woo-jin? Make time excuses.

The Pokémon is not the target.

However, Song Joon had a sense of confidence.

He was going to try harder when the game was over. How about a little static? Maybe one day we can take it one step further, like today.

Song Joon thanked Han Woo-jin in a voice he couldn't hear, and hit the ball he threw.

Han Woo-jin ran out of the service helplessly, swinging the racket roughly. Maintaining a thorough fitness distribution, the best condition returned the ball at a terrifying speed.

Return Ace.

Bam!

“Game three! Match One by Han Woo-jin! ”

Wow, with the shouting of the crowd, the two players dropped the racket. The first person to talk to was Song Joon.

“Thank you very much. ”

“Ah, well done. ”

Hanwoojin sighs deeply and holds his hands. The EXP notification window in my ears was disgusting. I was annoyed when I heard about the decrease in experience points caused by the train while looking at Song Joon's single smiling face.

'I won, but I feel like they got a lot.'

He turns straight down from his coat. Han Woo-jin took a towel from Shin Se-yeon, who was waiting, and wiped her face. I warmed the towel that was cold with sweat flowing more than I thought.

“That's an okay finalist. ”

“... I was weaker than I expected. It's not going to be a big game tomorrow. ”

Of course, it was unusual to go up to the finals in full swing.

Han Woo-jin was slightly surprised at his own attitude that he naturally accepted to go to the finals. However, Shin Se-yeon, who objectively recognized his skills, hesitated as if it were natural. Han Woo-jin had that much talent to be proud of.

“I didn't know Song standard players were like that. I thought it was a mid-range domestic, at best. ”

She was an unknown story.

He could not understand that his skills had risen as a result of the match with Han Woo-jin, except he was not a party. He kicked his tongue lightly, remembering Song Joon, who had done his studies once.

Shin Se-yeon tilted her head and turned her face back. She looked at the coat preparing for the next match and talked to Han Woo-jin.

“Are you going to watch the next game? ”

So far, I've only watched the competitors' matches with the footage she prepared. Han Woo-jin, who thought there was no obstacle other than Okuda, passed it on dry, but he needed to organize the simulation for tomorrow's match.

Ryosuke Okuda's match.

Hanwoojin nods.

“Let's take a look. It'll be done in and out of an hour. ”

I couldn't have been attracted for long. The stronger the car, the crueler the score of tennis.

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