God of Tennis

The fourth wave of Shenzhen Open quickly started and ended with Henry Joel's abstinence. Otherwise, there were only two matches, and one game was canceled because of the abstinence. Of course, the duration is reduced by half.

But what really mattered in the fourth act was Max Müller's performance.

1-Set Score 62

2-Set Score 61

It was an unspeakable conquest.

Not to be triumphant over the title of the ATP250 league, Max defeated his opponent in a one-sided match.

The German beast, Max Müller! He was victorious in yesterday's 4th showdown with an overwhelming score. Somehow this player never seems to tire.

I'm telling you, in one set, the water rose from two more sets, as if it were unwinding. Maybe he's like a slow starter or something?

Well, I don't think so. I felt like I was just relaxed and bored and finished straight away. because all he was doing all the time was making a big, black face.

Each of them said different things, but they had the same meaning. Even the underlying commentators who rolled on this floor for decades did not know the source of Max Muller.

It wasn't like it was trying to hide its power on purpose, but it was just like that, and eventually it overwhelmed the monster.

That's what Max Muller was afraid of.

And today, Han Woo-jin stands across the court from the unknown monster.

Although the level of athletes was low for the ATP250 league, it was the story of the players, except for Max. Max Müller was a world ranker, as colorless as any other ATP tour.

I'm still very anxious about whether a player can win against Max. What do you think, Mr. Park?

To be honest, I think we're a little short on odds. It's hard to see the difference between two athletes in terms of their physical fitness, but the rest of the time, they're pushed. So far, I've beaten the odds with a better ranker than myself.

Because pushing against the physical is a little fatal.

But isn't it worth looking forward to? Although there are differences in the Rich, the restraints and detention of the Han Woo player seem to be overcoming the limitations of their body size.

I disagreed with the commentators.

Cha Soo-hyun raised his odds slightly and argued that Park Sung-jin would end up with a semi-winning victory. Only Yoon Gi Chan expected Han Woo-jin to make a big accident once more. He's not the runner he hoped he'd be.

It was.

The desk, which was noisy for a moment but not for a moment, quickly recovered its tranquility as soon as two athletes climbed onto the court. The three commentators looked at Max and Han Woojin's face with a face that seemed to ask when they were talking loudly.

The two players were facing each other with opposing faces.

Max smiled as he always did, and Han Woo-jin kept the same expressionless expression when he went in with clear eyes.

Nevertheless, there was something invisible between the two.

It was an intangible flow, also known as determination, or starvation.

‘You look surprisingly young. ’

That was all he saw when Han Woo-jin approached him for the first time. If you only look at Asians and see Westerners, they often look older, not to their age. It is because there are differences between races in the conscious part of the age group.

Surprisingly, Max Muller's face even looked young. Even in my early 20s, I could believe it, even if it wasn't for my well-grown beard and rugged back hair. The blue eyes sparkle between the beautifully raised eyes.

They just stared at each other and said nothing. Hanwoojin didn't have the attachment to greet him in English, and Max was having a hard time throwing a unique taunt because of the crowd's interest in the finals.

So he pushes out with a dull face. so as not to expose my face to the camera. But I couldn't say anything bad. Missed out on the fun of making fun of the opponent just before the match. It was an unexpected mistake for Max.

“ Hey, it's been hard on each other. Isn't that right?"

“ … what? ”

What Hanwoojin understood was that it was "difficult for each other." He rebelled against what he didn't know what he meant. Then Max returned the answer as if it were nothing. It was a more gentle remark than what I had thrown at Okuda.

“What are you drinking so much? I didn't want to come to this smelly land even if it wasn't on the same schedule. ”

“Don't you think it's too much to say? ”

“ Do you know? I think it's soft enough. Your yellow friend heard worse than this. ”

Yellow friend? Han Woo-jin thought about who he was talking about, looking at his eyebrows. The answer came out quickly. Okuda Ryosuke, a Japanese rookie who was crushed by Max Mueller.

‘Then my calm was shaken after meeting my face. This is how you were provoked. ’

Then I understood. It was a method that worked surprisingly well for inexperienced believers. Of course, Max didn't go for it, but racist insults to Okuda that were not mentally mature weren't enough.

Hanwoojin was a blunt face to the end. It was also because Max had lowered his level, but it wasn't the kind of mentality that would be shaken by such sarcasm. In Korea, there is a dictionary unit of profanity in which reason flows.

Instead, he was amazed at Max's balls, who swearing without fear of punishment at the international competition.

Although strictly prohibited by the rules, it still existed quite a bit during the cover-up, there were few cases of disqualification when it became controversial in public seating. Especially if it contained material such as racism or sexual harassment.

“Are you sure? I might appeal to you right now. ”

“Ha! I would have taken that punishment a long time ago. Why don't you try it? Do you have proof?"

“... This is a real disaster. ”

The story wasn't going to work. Han Woo-jin gave up persuasion with a short painting. If he could fix his attitude with a few words, this conversation wouldn't have come up. He fixes his face and decides not to talk anymore.

But instead, Max reaches out, one step closer. It was a gesture of encouraging a handshake.

“What does it mean? ”

“Let's shake hands. What's the big deal? If you don't want to decide, don't. ”

He grins lightly and grins. Hanwoojin had a rough idea of what Max was after. I'll show you how much pain I feel when I shake your hand. He wasn't a kid, he was a kid.

Hanwoojin grabbed the racket in his right hand with his left hand. In the process, the opposing Pokémon's Stat Window turns once off and then repeats itself.

Max Müller

Strength 57/HP 57/Agility 67

HP 1920/2280 SP 720/720

Forehand: 13/20

Backhand: 12/20

Sub-Level: 9/20

Bali Level: 12/20

Smash Level: 11/20

Drop Shot Level: 7 of 20

Robe Level: 8/20

Special Skill: None

‘57.’

I couldn't help but snore. And without hesitation, he reaches out his right hand. I grabbed Max's thick palm.

Cough.

Max starts tightening his grip as expected. However, Hanwoojin did not have a single eyebrow. In the beginning, this simple struggle of power tends to cause the dominant to unilaterally trample the weak.

Max's strength was 57, and Hanwoojin's strength was 62.

And the difference in number 5 was a wall that could never be surpassed in the system's stat level.

"What the fuck is this? Why are you fine?"

Only Marx did not know the facts. Body size was about two weight classes apart, but there was no response. Until then, he should have been there alone. Until Han Woo-jin, who was bored to death, put in his grip.

Wood Duck.

“Hehe?! ”

Max feels the eerie sensation coming from his hands. It was a desperate feeling of pressure, like a hand pressed against a giant machine.

"Hehe, this bastard...! ’

I tried to hold on, but there was no answer. I started pushing once, and I pushed it endlessly. The sensation begins to dull in Max's hand, folded into a new class. The difference in grip strength was no less evident.

Bam!

In the end, Max, who could not endure the pain, sprayed his hands. It's also because Han Woo-jin let go of his hand, but he glares at the opponent with his squinting eyes. He didn't seem to remember that he was picking on her first.

“Sheep, get to your positions! ”

The referee separated the two players when the atmosphere was unusual. Unlike Han Woo-jin, who was speechless towards his coat, Max was staring at his back all the way to the end.

* * *

“Max Muller on my right! Testing Han on my left! Han to Serve test! ”

Coin raises Han Woojin's hand.

Of course, he took the sub, and he took the ball from the Volvo and checked the feeling. I pressed down with my grip and immediately regained my strength. It meant a flawless ball.

“Player Ready! ”

In response to the referee's readiness, the two of them got into position.

Hanwoojin, who hit the sub, flexed his knees slightly and leaned his torso forward, either overhead or with the ball raised. It was meant to bounce immediately forward.

Soon, the signal I was waiting for fell.

Love All (0: 0)! Play! ”

The most important thing when you stroke is not to hesitate. Han Woo-jin was well aware of it, including the last 10 years. That's why I didn't hesitate. Tactical judgments should be put down in advance, and when you have to move, you should make fun of yourself like lightning.

Hanwoojin's shoulders twisted the ball at the beginning. It was a steel passage with a sparro-specific rotation, which twisted the entire body. Speed gun restraints are measured at 202 km/h. The ball was at a blurry speed.

Paan!

“Fifteen Love (15: 0)! ”

The ball protrudes to the left of the bludgeoned Max. He twitched his eyebrows at the ball that hit his coat before even extending his knees. As soon as he started, he did not know that he would hit the fastball with all his strength.

He was more discreet, wasn't he? ’

The behavior patterns were completely different from the existing data collected. It was also the buyer that Han Woo-jin was after. The calmness of the competition leads to unexpected prejudice.

And the effect did not end with the first sub.

Even before Marx shifted his position, Han Woo-jin only shot at the full throttle without any hesitation. If I get a return, there's a 100% chance I won't miss the ball. Beware is more of an unintended low-stone blindness.

“Thirty Love (30: 0)! ”

But it worked wonders. Max has always been an instinct based player.

Contrary to what you may have noticed, there is confusion throughout the style of play. There was a reason for the failure to respond properly to the subsequent sub.

Tongue!

Forty Love (40: 0)! ”

Do you think a genius is a genius?

The third sub touches Max's racket frame at close intervals. Correcting a perceived error at the instant you lost only two points. If I was a different player, I would have given up the whole game and couldn't stop it.

Nevertheless, the fourth ball ended the first game. Han Woo-jin, who hit three subs in a row, was the last one to spin and break the trajectory.

Bam!

“Han Test Game! ”

Not a bad start.

Hanwoojin took a step to change his coat and checked the performance of his first game. Good grades. It was important not to get caught when dealing with athletes like Max. It's a good synergy for taking a sub-sphere, and stabbing it completely.

exercised.

Tuck.

I slammed my shoulder lightly. Max whispers in a loud voice as he approaches Hanwoojin's side. Unlike when the game started, it was a perfect calming tone.

“You're a good fighter. ”

“ ……. ”

Han Woo-jin didn't answer. I didn't stop for a moment, I just kept on moving.

Behind him heading to the other side of the coat, Max insists on a small voice.

“By the way, I'm already starting to see it. ”

End of Beast Hunt # 1

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