God of Tennis

Generally, the schedule of a tournament starts from 9: 00 a.m. to 10: 00 a.m. Athletes look for the venue around 10: 00 or so, even if they are a little behind. In the event that the game time was greatly accelerated and the body was airborne.

I also needed to familiarize myself with it.

Hanwoojin was also no exception. Unlike yesterday, the group shrinks to three, watching the first match of the day from one corner of the auditorium.

‘It's just two people down, but it's pretty slow. ’

I had to. Without Han Woojin or Shin Se-yeon or words, they were people who were arguing about the water level, and the director's blunt tone and narrative was hard to keep up with for a long time. Everything had an optimistic history and a skillful ambience.

The lines must have been smooth.

But there are no more of them. Early on, the two people who were caught on the plane had to leave without breakfast. You'll see your face again when you get back to the crew, but it's a bit of a pity.

And that's it. As the 16th wave approaches, he can't afford to worry about anything else. Han Woo-jin looked down at his coat with an unwavering gaze. It was a lot of work to roll my head, wondering what I would have done if I was there.

“Hey, Woojin. ”

“Yes?”

Han Woo-jin, who was actively simulating, responded late to the call of the former director. Then the awards ceremony was half-crumpled and half-crumpled. I meant to look at you.

Hanwoojin turns his head as he instructs. Hanwoojin's gaze was elsewhere, and there was a black man lying on his back at an angle. He was so tall that he stretched his legs over the empty front seat for a long time.

"At least 190 or more… I think it's about 195. ’

If it wasn't for the tennis racket leaning against the side seat, I could have believed it. He looked up at the ceiling in his sunglasses, even though he was indoors. It was not a joke if it was because of my body size.

Han Woo-jin was only able to find out who he was. A very tall black player, Leonard Sweet, was exactly what he was up against today. Maybe it's just the video of the game and the profile picture, but when I'm faced with this ball, I don't know.

I did.

Let's have a look. ’

As he grabs the racket, the status window fills his head as always.

Leonard Sweets

Strength 67/HP 63/Agility 62

HP 2380/2520 SP 700/700

Forehand: 12/20

Backhand: 10/20

Sub-Level: 11/20

Bali Level: 8 of 20

Smash Level: 12/20

Dropshot Level: 8 of 20

Robe Level: 9/20

Special Skills:?? (Smash)

“... That's ridiculous. ”

The stats were ridiculous. With the exception of agility, even Andrew jumped lightly. At the same time, Han Woo-jin was able to give a rough idea of Leonard Sweet's style of play. even if you didn't see it on the game footage.

The strength level was high and Forhand was excellent. In addition, the skill levels of sub and smash were higher than others. It meant that he was a strong hitter.

And a power type that is more important for a hand than a backhand. However, moving that giant figure with an agility figure of 62, it was almost a fraud. People who know a little bit about exercise don't just walk on black streets.

‘Everyone is good except swimming. ’

Black people with outstanding mobility and resilient muscles were known for achieving remarkable results in any sport. The future female tennis player, Serena Williams, also pressed Sharapova with her incomparable skills.

There was one more thing to note. Leonard's Stamina Gauge is nearly ten thousand years old. He climbs up to the top of the 32nd without difficulty. I would have liked to have been a seed holder, but this was a tiger with wings on it.

“Mackra game! ”

With Hanwoojin's ears as he examined Renard with a glance, he heard the voice of the referee proclaiming chaotic scores. He looks back in his rage.

“What do you think? Do you think it's worth it? ”

I was asked by the director, but the answer was already written on his face. Even though he could not see the status window like Han Woo-jin, he was able to read the skill of the player in front of his eyes. Leonard Sweets' existence is literally the most bizarre level

It was.

“... You said that was 48th in the world ranking? You'd believe it if you were in 8th. ”

48th place with that kind of physical. A player who indirectly felt how thick the walls of the world were. Han Woo-jin shakes his head with a stiff face. You know the difference between you and the opposing Pokémon's abilities, even if you don't lose your will.

He was probably stronger than Andrew at this point. Even if Leonard were the winner of the Mets Open, Han Woo-jin wouldn't have a shred of doubt.

He was strong in linear power types, but the stories differ when the power types change in level. Even if I predicted it, my body could not keep up. Han Woo-jin rolled his head. No matter what happens on that coat,

He closed his eyes halfway and thought.

The director realized Han Woo-jin's immersion and stopped speaking to him. His time became more and more fascinated with thought.

* * *

I don't have an answer.

It was a conclusion that Han Woo-jin had been thinking about for almost an hour. Hanwoojin's moderate physical strength was slightly lower than Leonard's, and there was nothing more to say compared to his strength or agility. It's hard to find holes to puncture your skills.

It was.

Perhaps Leonard's Bali is a little lower than other technologies, but even that Bali is equally level. It was not a difference for Han Woo-jin to win the battle. In the end, he stands on his coat with no action taken.

Then Leonard Sweets, the black man covering him, reached out first.

“Hey, buddy. Let's have some fun, have some fun. ”

It was a pleasant voice. Is that black speech that feels like rhythm somewhere or Leonard's? It was hard to distinguish between dancing and singing as it was a race that had an image of being good at everything.

“Please take good care of it. ”

That was all Han Woo-jin could say when he lacked English language. But Leonard didn't mind. He shakes his firmly gripped hand, shrugging his shoulders to the judgment. It was meant to be a coin toss.

The referee gave a slightly offensive look to Leonard, who only gestured at the doctor, but that was it. He bounces the coin out of his chest.

“Front ~! ”

“… Back. ”

Leonard sets a face before the coin runs out, and Han Woojin picks the back with a gritty face. The referee clenches his palm.

It was the front.

“Oh! Don't get too excited, buddy. I'm just lucky. ”

His voice sounded cheerful, and now he hates it. Renard shrugs his shoulders and grabs the ball. As the two players took their places, the referee announced the start of the match with his arms parallel.

“Leonard Sweet on my right! Testing Han on my left! Leonard to Serve! ”

Leonard is in position. The tall, tall, tall statue of a half-inch statue stands tall. The arm he raised was probably just over two metres tall. We didn't even know which angle the sub would come in.

Love All (0: 0)! Play! ”

Leonard doesn't move straight after the start signal drops. He sweeps Han Woojin up and down a few times in an agile manner, then suddenly throws the ball up. If it was a ploy to deviate the timing, it worked very effectively.

Papang!

The sub fired at an altitude above 2m was almost simultaneous with the firing and firing sounds. Before Han Woo-jin changed the angle of the racket to 10 degrees, the ball hit the coat with a fierce force jumped to a tremendous height. It's worth flying to the audience, even if you look from a distance.

It was a pound.

“Fifteen Love (15: 0)! ”

Crazy, what's your speed? ’

The sub of Choi Yeon-hyeok was not like this. No matter how confused the timing was, Hanwoojin could not even react to the 220 hour sub. He turns his head to look at the direction of the speedgun.

232 km/h.

Horse territory, over 230 kilometers an hour! Hanwoojin was confident that the player in front of him would be ranked in the top 10. The fastest sub in the world is at the end of the 240. If it's over 230, it deserves to be within ten fingers.

A miracle made by a higher bodyweight, strength reading, leaving the skill level of the sub. Han Woo-jin grips his teeth at a serve that only the chosen ones can strike. It was because I predicted the game would flow unilaterally.

And so it turned out.

Papang!

“Thirty Love (30: 0)! ”

A 230-hour restraint was a great weapon by itself. Moreover, Leonard's kidney was able to alter the angle at which the ball was inserted into his coat, even with a slight twist of his wrist.

No matter how accurately Hanwoojin predicted the ball, a slight error had to occur, and that error was enough. Leonard's serve pierces a few gaps.

Pa-ang!

Forty Love (40: 0)! ”

Now the serve was a little bit quicker. Han Woo-jin turned his gaze again at the acceleration of the sub perceived by the body. The number of heartless speedguns revealed Leonard's imprisonment. 236 km/h. When rounded, it reached a speed of up to 240 km.

He chewed his fucking lip off. Movement based on prediction required minimal reflexes. Hanwoojin's agility readings were 56 and 230 per hour.

Leonard looks at him, grinning and shrugs. It was completely different from the sub so far.

As soon as Hanwoojin takes a half-step off, Leonard's racket raises the ball. It was a flying sub, under-serve, drawing a parabola at the bottom.

Bam!

“Leonard's game! ”

In case I felt like grabbing my ankle, the ball tapped my coat twice. Han Woo-jin ended up playing his first game only with Service Ace.

But I thought it was okay to go there. The opponent's skill was enough to take 1 game to perfection.

But what the hell is that?

“That bastard...! ”

Hanwoojin's upper and lower front teeth cracked open. What Leonard just did was a clear provocation. Not the kind of provocation that led to psychological warfare, but the behavior that was done to carve off the opponent.

If you hadn't hit the UnderServe at the end, it would have been simple to win an Ace of Service.

Rank 48th in the world, Leonard Sweet.

He was clearly an outstanding player. But I didn't think it was the right personality.

“Game 2! Test Han Serving Play! ”

I wanted to break that frowning, smiling face on the other side of the net. As I got angry, the heat that rose from the inside of my body that was less relaxed warmed under my skin. Rage is a good catalyst if you use it well.

“Phew...”

Han Woo-jin sighed once, as if trying to exhale a full heat. Then you look down.

"Oh... He's quite unusual. ’

Renard is lightly surprised to see Hanwoojin's red face suddenly reverting to its original state, as if it were going to explode. Even though he was so provocative, there were rare players who could clear their emotions at once.

At least not until now, not a single person has seen it. I never thought I'd be able to do that in less than 30 seconds.

Whether he admired it or not, Han Woo-jin threw the ball up. Odd preparation for avoiding twists and turns. Leonard notices that it is a preliminary movement of a peculiar serve that Han Woojin showed in the previous matches.

But I didn't know how to react. While he pauses, Sparrow thumps.

Pa-ang!

“Fifteen Love (15: 0)! ”

There was one strength above the speed in the sparrow, although it was a few times slower than Leonard's.

Bounds that don't know where to bounce off to.

"I'm gonna eat this baby. ’

Leonard is as big as a bear, but he is closer to a leopard than an animal. Leonard sticks out his tongue and sweeps his slightly parched lips. It was a ferocious face, as if the beast had never tasted it again.

However, only his face was cold. He couldn't even see Han Woo-jin with half his eyes back.

Hanwoojin, who had a light on his eye, throws up a second sub ball.

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