God of Tennis

On the morning of the Sixteen Commandments, Han Woo-jin left the ship in full swing. The Seoul Open venue and the NK Seamount's flagship buildings were so close that there was no need to take a car or catch a home nearby.

He was full of energy, but his face was full of excitement. Han Woo-jin sighed, looking at Shin Se-yeon sitting next to him.

‘I can't believe I really prepared everything...' ’

She never told a lie. I could tell by my meticulous attitude, but yesterday I had another drink.

What he asked for with great heart, she solved by bombarding the prepared materials. The video of the competition, as well as the profile of the person involved, was completed. Eventually, Han Woo-jin crawled through the gates of hell, sweating coldly.

After that, Han Woo-jin had to sit in front of his laptop for more than four hours and memorize the contest footage and profile files. The huge goal of Kim Hyung was not to take any time off as long as it was approaching.

And they're sitting next to each other in the audience right now. It was because there was still some time left before the game began.

“Woojin, do you need this? ”

Shin Se-yeon gave me an ice pack. It wasn't that bad, but it was because Han Woojin's eyelids were slightly swollen because he was opening his eyes too much yesterday.

“… Thank you. ”

I was told to give him a bottle of medicine. although, in this case, it was his own doing. Hanwoojin rubbed his eyes with ice packs. The cold air cooled my eyes that were pouring hot.

While rubbing his eyes, Han Woo-jin did not stop thinking. The data that stuck in my head was constantly floating around in my brain because it was too much yesterday. There was also data on the player you were going to deal with on the court today.

‘Edward Phillips, 272nd in the world. Dutch. 187 centimeters tall, weighing about 80 kilograms. Left-handed. Back-handed. ’

The appearance of Hanwoojin, who rubs his face with ice packs and mumbles his opponent's profile, did not seem normal to anyone. Even Shin Se-yeon, who was excited and remembered her profile, was embarrassed.

Fortunately, Han Woo-jin's condition was not bad. Rather, I liked the best part. It was close to perfection in concentration, fitness and all aspects. The sharper sensation than the blade would reveal its sharpness the moment it grabbed the racket.

“Well, you're both here early. Woojin surprisingly keeps up with his appointments... What's wrong with him? ”

After recognizing them from afar, the former director swallowed a horse, not pretending to know them with an excited face. It was because of the sighing of a muttering sound that could not be heard with an ice pack in the snow. Shin Se-yeon swept up her head while smiling bitterly.

“I have to do something about it. ”

“What if something happens to him?... I'd rather not touch that. ”

Despite his bizarre appearance, the former director did not miss the point. He realized that Han Woo-jin is now exerting tremendous concentration.

Even though the tribute ceremony is approaching, won't you lift a finger?

The two keep their mouths shut. Han Woo-jin didn't even know it and continued to pout. The ice pack on the edge of my eyes melted and I couldn't feel the water flowing. So time flies, too.

Soon it was my turn. Han Woo-jin's game was the sixth.

He stands on his coat, keeping his concentration extremely high. Hanwoojin, the clutch holding the racket at an angle, calmly sinks his eyes, informing him that Hanwoojin is in full swing.

“Han on My Right Test! Edward Philips on My Left! ”

The referee immediately bounced a coin to claim the sub-right. Today, too, the sub-contract has been passed to follow Han Woo-jin. He grabs the ball from the outskirts and checks his grip strength. The ball, which was pressed against a sturdy finger, distorts its shape.

‘Good.’

Physical strength and mental strength were all bests. Today Han Woo-jin was the strongest in his entire life as a tennis player. I felt confident that Leonard, who had lost miserably at the Mets Open, would be able to face it.

Of course, against Leonard's rank, you cannot be certain of victory. How good can a battle be? Leonard was the strongest man who could not win or lose today. But Edward Philips was different.

“It's no big deal. ”

He mutters in a small voice. Hanwoojin was in a state of awareness more accurately than Edward himself.

Edward Phillips

Strength 60/HP 59/Agility 56

HP 2230/2360 SP 600/600

Forehand: 7/20

Backhand: 9/20

Sub-Level: 7/20

Bali Level: 9/20

Smash Level: 7 of 20

Dropshot Level: 9 of 20

Robe Level: 10/20

Special Skill: None

It was a profile-based stat. A moderate level of physical ability, and a skill level that was targeted at the back hand. It was a craftsman who used drops and robes to score points rather than powerful attacks like Sub or Smash.

His imagination was not bad. Rather, it was good. If it was an advantage for Olaounder, Han Woo-jin was the type of athlete who thought it was difficult. With skill, there were many ways to cope with it, with skill and strength. Reach overwhelming levels

Unless otherwise, the uploader can take advantage of all types.

Love All (0: 0)! Test Han Serving Play! ”

Declaration has been dropped.

He glances across the net and tosses the ball. His opponent Edward is taller than Han Woo-jin. It meant that the coat could be used as narrow as that, and it also meant that it was difficult to bluff with medium-sized papercutting skills.

So I give up my tricks.

Hanwoojin released the tremendous strength gained through constant training and system rewards.

Paan!

It sounded scary. A ball that cuts through the wind, a net in a racket and a ball bursting apart. All of that was over the realm of a 170-centimeter Asian athlete. It was a ball that no other athlete but Han Woo-jin could hit.

Power of 61. ’

Hanwoojin was able to assess the stats by an approximate number while looking at the status window of several players.

Fifty was a figure that corresponded to the average at the player level, and fifty-five could be rated quite well among athletes. And from 60, it was the realm of talent. Hard to reach an unborn person, except for the easy stamina to train and lift

I was hit.

“Fifteen Love (15: 0)! ”

Speed gun count is 197 km/h. The larger side, rather than the smaller side, was not a restraining order that could be made with the size of Han Woojin. Edward also corrects his startled posture. The fastball was a hard ball to react to even if he held his mind.

It was not fast enough to become accustomed to one phrase. Hanwoojin hit the ball again. It was before Edward calmed his startled heart.

“Han Test Game! ”

All Aces of Service. Edward frowns, not a single step ahead. No matter how powerful the opponent's serve is, his trend is not obscured. He was slashed by a Korean unnamed player, so his ego was as big as a scratch.

Edward gives a high toast as if he were returning the ball to you. Even though the racquetball was too high for him to reach, he had no shot. The lower the serve from the height, the more dangerous the angle will be. Bound, of course. Speed.

Accelerating.

Paan!

It was like a big swing. He was less powerful than Hanwoojin, but the sub with overwhelming height and arm length was intimidating enough.

And Han Woo-jin didn't move in front of the threatening sub. I was going to spill the first one anyway. It was to observe and read Edward's stroke timing and preparation movements.

“Fifteen Love (15: 0)! ”

Hanwoojin opened his eyes as he watched the ball bounce. Incomplete. Not enough data. You have to see it at least twice before you can respond perfectly. But the body was about to move. I was telling them to return it right from the next sub.

"Why?"

He looks inside himself. I wondered what kind of emotion leads to a racket that needs to be cold. And it wasn't hard to see. Report twice Kim Hyeong-yeong who braked the opponent's sub. Inside Han Woo-jin, you want to surpass him in this form.

The Tribunal was in place.

It was an impulse to ignore as usual. But this time, I decided to entrust myself to that impulse.

‘You can't just follow them and move on. ’

As Hanwoojin steps forward, Edward punches the ball. Still high altitude. The ball was not easily obtainable by Hanwoojin, who had a relatively large renal difference. Almost vertically, the speed of attachment was no joke either.

It's too late to react. Predict thoroughly. Don't miss a single drop. Even the rest of the ball passes as an indicator of prediction. Han Woo-jin's head and body did everything in their power to foresee Edward's serve.

The trajectory of the translucent ball rises in front of Hanwoojin like a mirage. He was unconscious. This is how Edward's sub goes.

Now all I have to do is hit.

Bam!

“Fifteen All (15: 15)! ”

A reflexively extending racket strikes the ball. Even the one who got rid of it was an unbelievably clean return. The voice of the referee declaring the score woke up two people who had stumbled without my knowledge.

‘Good, good day. ’

Everyone has their day. A day when what you do is good and what you want is easy to do. It was today for Han Woo-jin. Extremely focused and full health were producing synergies.

I see a win. Perfect score, too. The Challenger League is also great for achieving perfection against players in their ranking. Hanwoo Jinn had to watch every match grow in performance.

Grab the racket and lower it.

Like a tiger aiming for food, a rich glare leaks out through Hanwoojin's saggy hair.

* * *

“What do you think? ”

It's a quiet voice, as always.

At the end of the 16th Precinct, Kim Hyeong thought so, seeing a middle-aged man speaking next to him. After five years of knowing it, it was hard to get used to it.

He looks down at his coat and replies. Above the coat, it was being thoroughly swirled by Hanwoojin's face.

“She's stronger than I was at my age. Balance is good, and if it doesn't end here, you can go up high. ”

Kim said honestly. Hanwoojin surpassed him by twenty-three times.

As long as there were no variables like the top rankers, there were no worthy players to deal with Han Woojin in domestic futures and challengers. If you accumulate points like Yoon Gyeong-soo's, it shouldn't be difficult to maintain the 100th place.

But you shouldn't. If you stop here, you'll never see the sky again. The former director, Chairman Jo, and Kim Hyung were not expected to be such a lame player.

“Then isn't it really dangerous? If you don't win here, it won't be easy to get out of Tokyo. ”

“You knew. ”

He smiles bitterly. He knew all about the awards ceremony and was talking. I was joking, but my eyes didn't shake. Hanwoojin and his winnings were being weighed. Kim Hyeong smiled and opened his mouth resolutely.

“I'm sure that one day she'll pass me by. … but that's not the time. I don't intend to fall as hard as I did in this competition. ”

Backers are backers, he is. I can't face you as a senior until I get my ankle caught by a young subordinate. The Tokyo Open of the Year was the competition that Kim prepared for the day. It was to unroll the Korean fighter who could hardly name him anywhere. I had no idea I was capable of falling in this Challenger League.

Kim turned away instead of watching the game become clearer. I had no reason to stay anymore. He left a short greeting to the former director and began to move on.

“I'll go first. ”

“Yes, go and get some rest. ”

He leaves the venue with a rough greeting.

After a long walk after leaving the venue, Kim Hyeong suddenly bent over and leaned against the nearby telescopes.

“Phew... I knew it was too much. ”

I continued to digest the schedule of the competition, leaving only a day or two apart. Then, the fatigue piled up on the muscles was no joke. There was a reason I struggled to finish the game as soon as I could. I can feel the palms of your raised hand trembling.

“Not yet. ”

I clenched my fist. As the shaking is forced to subside, the gripping forearm cries out. Kim Hyeong sighed lightly and straightened up again.

After the Seoul Open, you will be given a 5-day break. With that amount of time, I can recover my body enough not to interfere with the game. It was the most dangerous announcement of Kim's season.

‘I can't give it to you yet. ’

Two talents who will take over his stupidity and target the world. One of them is aiming for him. The curiosity and the challenge were equally joyful. However, I could not afford to lose at the Seoul Open.

“I win. ”

A lion is a lion when wounded. With fierce eyes, South Korea's best tennis player pushed forward.

Finish

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