God of Tennis

Paan!

“Han Test Game! ”

Han Woo-jin won the first 16th Games in Seoul Open. I won so perfectly that there was no expression that matched. I feel sorry for Edward, who was defeated by an unexpected opponent.

“Match won by Ujin Han! ”

It was the first perfect score achieved in the Challenge League. Hanwoojin was astonished at his accomplishments. I was confident I would win, but I didn't think I could be overwhelmed by such a difference.

Edward was a good fighter. Nevertheless, the result of this score was that Hanwoojin today performed such a terrifying feat.

[Overwhelming Play! Increases the EXP of the skills you used to win in the Challenge League by 16.]

[Overwhelming Play! For the first time in a Challenge League, you will be awarded 1 STATEPOINT in return for achieving a perfect score.]

[You have reached level 1 in Bali.]

[The sub's level has increased by 1.]

[There is a Challenge League victory. Batch Settlements are not duplicated.]

All right!

Hanwoojin clenched his fist forcefully. It was no joke to get the perfect score or not. You don't have enough Skill Levels to earn a free stat point.

He raises his agility to the stat point without delay. Then the strength and agility scores were set to 61. His stamina was almost as good as 62. Side by side, the numbers listed in the early 60s were balanced.

It wasn't my intention, but Han Woo-jin was being thoroughly reborn as a balanced player. It was random to exceed 60, which could be considered a wall of innate talent.

Of course, it was a pity that there was no collective settlement to reward the performance of the competition, but what he had now obtained was large enough to cover that regret.

When Han Woo-jin went up to the audience, Shin Se-yeon and the tribute were greeted in white. I wasn't just in a good mood. Today's game was a level enough to assess Han Woojin's performance by taking at least one step up.

“Damn, if I could do this much, I would have done it a long time ago. Why did you buy it? ”

“Well done.”

The former director of mocking tone, Shin Se-yeon, was there to take care of the towels and water as always. Hanwoojin wiped his sweat with a towel. And I opened my mouth to the tribute waiting for an answer.

“I didn't buy it. I got it right today. ”

I was a rare compliment as a director. Hanwoojin was beaten fairly. And it was true. He couldn't play until yesterday. It was a peculiar achievement of today's mindfulness and enduring stamina.

The three of them changed the topic while talking about the previous match. It was the first time the tribute put Kim's name on his mouth with a joyful face.

“Woojin, the form was back and forth earlier. I guess you're better than you thought you'd be, huh? ”

Kim Hyeong and Han Woo-jin. They were both favorite athletes of the award ceremony, but I liked him on the side of Han Woo-jin he was raising. However, Han Woo-jin's face did not brighten when he heard that. Comparing the body state of the opponent in real time

It was because they knew they were taking it.

“Director.”

“Hmm?"

Han Woo-jin opened his mouth instead of thinking for a moment. I thought it was something for the director to know too. I also thought that if Kim Hyeong's overschedule wasn't what he meant…,

“Do you know the schedule of Kim Hyung's recent competition? ”

“Competition schedule? Why is that?”

The tribute asked with a curious face. It was definitely the face of a stranger. When Han Woo-jin looked at Shin Se-yeon, she carefully pulled out her laptop and showed the screen. It was a text file containing Kim's schedule.

He glances at the screen, ignorant of the English language, and shortly after, his face twists violently. These harsh schedules may be effective in collecting points, but they are a life-saving hoax.

“... No one's going to risk their life just because someone tells them to. This must have been his decision. ”

“No way...”

Han Woo-jin swallowed the horse without saying anything. It's because I've been able to figure out why I'm collecting points while I'm shaving up the lives of the few remaining athletes. There's nothing left to decorate the last contest in 2006.

“Tokyo Open. ”

“Yeah, that's probably it. If you miss out on this opportunity, you won't have a future to look up to as a player. ”

Unlike the reassuring expression, the expression of the tribute was not so bad. It was the face of a strict senior who seemed to blame the patron for his reckless actions.

He chewed his lips and thought of something. Then I suddenly looked at the rainy side and asked. The solemn sunken eyes flashed as if they would not allow a light answer.

“So, what are you going to do? Korea's best, no matter how messed up it is. What do you want to do with a scumbag like that crawling up the hill? ”

Han Woo-jin answered without hesitation. Such troubles have long been over.

“I'm going to scratch your strength as you fall to the sole. It's either the dues or the tie breaks, and I have to stall you and beat you to a pulp that's a lot weaker than usual. ”

That's a harsh thing to say. You're not hungry. It was the words of a battler aiming only for victory. Being a pro is about getting on your court to win. If you want to care about your opponent's situation, you might as well volunteer.

The director nodded as well. I didn't know if Han Woo-jin would slap me on the cheek if he had a thoughtful voice in his mouth. On my coat, compassion was a luxury.

“That's enough. Form is not a time for you to worry, and you're responsible for what you've done. All you have to do is fight to win. ”

“I know. ”

The story ends with his answer. There was nothing more to be said.

* * *

The next day, there were eight games, with fewer players than the 16th, and Han Woo-jin was also well ahead of the game. And Kim Hyung's game, like yesterday, was much ahead of his turn.

‘Quite remarkable. ’

Han Woo-jin was sitting underneath a lighthouse set up for the athletes and watching the game. Above the coat was a Japanese fighter whose name was not well remembered. The cheerful ball continues to snap five times.

“Game Hyungtae Kim! ”

One set score has already reached 51. Kim's lack of stamina quickly led to a rapid progression, revealing his deep and terrifying skills without any concealment. A Japanese player who plays the Archipelage or the Academy hasn't won a single game since he won a sub-game.

I didn't get it.

Finishing one set with an overwhelming score of 61, Kim Hyung also kept pace in two sets. Without the power of the status window, it was hard to notice that your health was depleting at a rapid rate. His face was everywhere, his arms and legs.

He quickly stretched out.

For those who didn't know what was going on, there was nothing strange about being in the best condition. All I could say was that Akira was just unlucky to meet such a Kim.

“Match won by Hyungtae Kim! 61, 60! ”

The game ended with a Kim Hyung oppression. The failure to break the first sub-game did not result in a perfect score, but no one could deny the word "overwhelming."

Kim stepped out of his coat as if he was a waste of a second, then left the venue. He looks away from his back, and Han Woo-jin looks down at the ground and closes his eyelids.

It was just to make tired eyes relax for a few more games of his.

Han Woo-jin's opponent was a Korean fighter.

He is fighting for Kim Hyeong, the number one in the country. South Korean athletes who were less than Kim Hyeong could not be caught off guard.

And Han Woo-jin's skill was already not what any domestic athlete could cope with.

For some reason, Shin Se-yeon was half convinced that the game would end with the same overwhelming score or plot as in the 16th.

Even Yoon Kyung-soo, who was in the third place, was subdued by Han Woo-jin. He saw that there was no chance of losing against the fifth place.

But things were going a little weird.

“Game Hyuncheol Kim! ”

Shin Se-yeon's Army trembled with the resounding voice of the Judge. There was a game going on that was completely different from what I expected. She turns her head to the scoreboard.

55

"Deuce? I can't believe you've been chased from set one to here. This isn't a Woojin Sealike match. ’

The aspects of the game were strange. Hanwoojin never misses his sub-game, but his score dropped significantly from the moment he became the opponent's sub-game.

Even so, Kim Hyun-cheol's serve was not that great. A seemingly ordinary serve, a rare rally, followed by Han Woojin's disadvantage. It was a terribly unpleasant play to handle the ball with such sophistication.

Shin Se-yeon pondered with a nervous expression and suddenly remembered the words of the former director who had heard at the Kim Cheon Open. His voice, which he did not find today, seems to be regenerating in his brain.

Hyun-chul's beating is a bit odd, making it hard for Woojin's type to read.

“Odd beat...? ”

Kim Hyun-cheol, who was impressed by the shaking of her head or the silent bear, only accepted the flying ball as a formal gesture. However, that normal return will result in a drawback. I can't feel it unless I'm face-to-face on my coat.

There was some kind of noise.

Damn it!

The deepest thing I felt right now was the rainy side. He was stunned by the advent of an unexpected enemy. I can't believe I was chased all the way here by the 5th place in the country. I felt suffocated after leaving my health distribution or score.

“What the hell is that? ”

Hanwoojin chewed it out in a small voice. It was because of Kim Hyun-cheol or Hyun-cheol on the other side of the net.

It wasn't a particularly special ball, but the timing and trajectory constantly distorted. I had never scored so many points in 10 games.

I can't get used to the ball no matter how much it is exchanged. The subtle discord tickles his sensitive senses. The sensory error, perhaps in centimeters, or millimeters, stirs up Hanwoojin's prediction.

But I did find the cause. He calmly breathes and observes the opposing team's unusual movements.

It's a skip.

“Hyuncheol Kim Serving Play! ”

Kim Hyun-cheol threw the ball up in slow motion. Then the body was rotated to hit the ball that went up to the overhead position. What Hanwoojin noticed was the movement of the joint involved in the rotation.

Bam!

“Fifteen Love (15: 0)! ”

Allow Service Aces, but do not shake your face. If you don't catch that subtle error, the Chicken Race will just continue. If you enter long term, whether you win or lose, you will not be able to outperform Kim Hyeong.

So we see 61 agility, the power of talent beyond the realm of the mastermind. Detects innate special traits with acquired power.

Paan!

“Thirty Love (30: 0)! ”

Elbows slow, hips stop rotating. The flexible arm succeeds the stroke, even though the angle of the shoulder is odd.

Kim Hyun-cheol's body was strangely beaten. Weight shifts, not to mention muscle movements, the range of joint rotation, were well beyond that of a normal person.

But it was not that Kim Hyun-cheol's physical talent was superior. Strange, strange, never good. If Han Woo-jin was a type of athlete who relied on instinct, he would have taken it easy.

Forecasting is eventually inverted based on the average athlete's ability, the average pitch's trajectory. It was impossible to predict the distance from the average like Kim Hyun-cheol's ball at once.

... But how many times have you seen it?

Paan!

It's still a beating.

Kim Hyun-cheol's racket beat the ball with a messy rhythm. The projected trajectory of the ball floats in Hanwoojin's eyes. You can't catch it by relying on prediction.

‘That's enough. ’

He leaps forward as his body tells him.

Reason argued that this is not the case, but the instincts that sprinkled from the inside argued that this is the right way.

Bam!

Then the ball popped up in front of Han Woo-jin's eyes.

Finish

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