God of Tennis

< SEMI FINALS # 4 >

“Han Test Game! ”

One more game to go. After over 30 rallies, Han Woo-jin was able to score a score. With this one set, the score is 56. The two players did not miss their sub-game until the score reached the dues.

I came all the way here after I repeatedly won a game and lost it. If Han Woo-jin could win the next game, he could get a whole set. In a way, this is also the first division of the competition.

Very good, Hanwoojin! I've never missed a sub-game before. If you win any of the following games, you'll be the first to earn set points against the emperor!

If that's the case, I really don't want anything more! It's also a very important part of who wins the first set as well as the starting point. We made it to Deuce. All you have to do is push it one more time, tough guy!

What the two commentators had in their mouths was clearly theoretical. It was the same logic for holding the sub-right first. If I win points, games, and sets before the opponent, I never lose any mental gains. If you win a set first, the opponent

will have nowhere else to turn. It was because he had to take all the remaining two sets in order to meet the conditions of victory.

However, Han Woo-jin's expression did not brighten a bit. Rather, it seemed to be dying as time went by.

‘… It seems favorable, but is it? ’

Only he could tell. Hanwoojin himself, who was standing at a favorable altitude, could be noticed by anyone. And if the commentators were watching the game in the audience near the court, not beyond the screen, they would know.

This situation is never going to be in the best interest of Han Woo-jin.

Tsk, tsk.

A small circle continued to appear over the blue surface of the coat. The drops of water were falling. The droplets falling from not so high hit the coat several times and the mountains crumbled. From the edge of Han Woo-jin's wet top

Sweat was dripping from the ground.

“… damn it. ”

Han Woo-jin spit out an insult in a volume that no one could hear. The top and underwear were sweaty and sticky. Sweaty clothing draws skin out of the fabric, even though it uses as little technical material as possible

I even felt like I was pulling.

His gaze drifts away from his body toward Roger, standing over his coat. Just as you scratch the scanner against the barcode, Hanwoojin's expressionless eyes search thoroughly from Roger's toe to his head.

‘Exactly. ’

You feel the pain in your jaw without knowing it. Hanwoojin's cold-blooded analytical power revealed that Roger was running low on stamina. Apart from status window capabilities, it was thanks to Han Woo-jin's original observation.

Roger said he was sweating a little, but his skin was slightly damp, and his clothes weren't sagging like Hanwoojin. Despite playing with focus on your right hand in an upholder style, the muscles in your right arm did not show any expanded spots.

There was not much difference from the start of the game. By comparison, Han Woo-jin had already consumed more than half his health. There was an overwhelming level of difference on the inside of the score that appeared to be a whistle.

Pa-ang!

Roger's sub is plugged in like a bolt of lightning. There was no difference in restraint compared to when it started. It was evidence that strength and muscle strength were maintained well, as well as vital capacity. At least 190 kilometers per hour. God out of the spotlight

As Hanwoojin started to lose his stamina, it was a difficult speed to obtain.

The colorless rush out and out of the racket, Roger's serve turns a swirling trajectory at the tip and kicks him close to the sideline.

Paan!

“Game Roger! ”

The referee rises from his seat and raises his arm toward Roger's coat. At the same time, the scores of the electric board changed to 66, and the two players entered a new phase. The referee does not sit back to the end of the declaration of scores, but again, crosses arms and raises a cow.

Lee was boosted.

“Tie Break! ”

Waaaahhhh!

The crowds who were watching, sweating in their hands, stood up and shouted. In fact, they didn't mean anything to me today except that they came to see Roger Pedro's game. Rogers' overwhelming competitiveness contributed to the boredom.

Orthodox uppercut, unshakeable mental strength and superior batting skills in front of the opponent.

All of those elements were clearly professional, but Roger's game of winning was only a little excitement when the audience was watching. So, I didn't even get a good look at the game.

There were not many people who sat down to say that I would win.

So what's going on here?

“What, it's going to be so much fun? You said you wouldn't see much of the game today! ”

“Hey, do I even know what I'm doing? Let's watch the game without saying anything. ”

“Can't you drink beer here? You can eat on the baseball field. ”

“Tennis is not allowed inside the stadium. Just watch. Let's drink after the set. ”

Tennis fans in Japan chatted and raised their voices to an unexpected and fun development. At first, they were grumpy, taking Roger's victory for granted. It was a natural reaction for anyone who knew tennis, but it was not

It was uncomfortable for Roger's opponents as well.

But for the first time in this competition, the atmosphere turned upside down.

That's a shame, but it'll be more fun for the crowd to watch. Isn't that right, Yoon?

which is a bit of an opportunity I've missed as a Han Woojin player. Now, I know Roger wasn't the easiest player to brake, but he came into a completely equal position when he had the advantage of pulling the tie brake.

While the spectators and commentators were chatting nonstop, the 12 games were over and the brief break given was over. The two athletes got back up and grabbed the racket.

Tiebreaks are like a tennis player's arena. From now on, it becomes a blood clot that cuts bones and flesh.

“Hmm.”

Han Woo-jin, who took the sub first, grabbed the sub again. As stipulated by the tie brake, Hanwoojin subpoints the first point and then every two points intersect. The tight-filled feel of the ball pulls away for a moment.

‘The first point must be won. ’

The first point of the tie break is the origin of an important battle. If the two players didn't miss a sub-point, it was because the player who put the sub-point first could lead the game one point ahead. For once.

If you break the sub of, it will lead straight to victory.

“Test Han Serving Play! ”

Hanwoojin's body twists with the voice of the referee. Reach your right foot back half a step, twisting your torso, and raising your left hand aloft behind the ball. It was the first Stinger ready for this match.

Yuck...

You twist your muscles and joints, making strange noises inside your body. However, Hanwoojin did not stop. It was because I needed to stretch my body as much as possible to hit a stronger ball.

Even before Roger saw the strange posture and made a clumsy face, he turned into a twisted spring that twisted Hanwoojin's whole body tightly.

Pa-ang!

The ball hit by the racket cries out.

Stinger, a ball that doesn't match anything other than the expression Magoo. With all his might, one punch leapt over the wall at 210 per hour with a terrifying force. What's even more frightening is that the stinger, which has a built-in rotation for orbital change, is apparently not even close to the flat sub.

It was that there was no distinction.

Roger also did not go beyond the wall of common perception. Unexpectedly, Roger drew the course of the flat serve in his head and ran towards the right service coat. Movement was agile. Obviously, if I had the exact point of impact, I would have been perfectly restored.

It was about.

But it was wrong.

Paan!

A long straight line, Serve suddenly turns his head to the left, and Roger suddenly kicks his tongue to see the ball flying in the wrong direction. He had already shifted the center of gravity completely forward. Now, if you turn too hard,

I knew it wouldn't be you.

“OneZero, test Han! ”

As soon as Han Woo-jin won the vantage point, a shout erupted from the audience. Korea, Japan, even though there are differences in nationalities, are the same Asian. Han Woo-jin struggled against the strongest opponent, Roger, and even set fire to the hearts of the Japanese.

Gentlemen, can you hear me? The Tokyo Open Stadium is booming. Roger, Han Woo-jin, no matter who you think you are, you never would have guessed that two good fighters would make it to the Tybreak. But now everyone knows!

A victory no one expected is coming! I'm really striking with the idea of winning, Hanwoojin! The contrast between a cold face and a sweaty face.

The cheer that had been Roger's color so far was getting broken. Among Roger and Roger's singing voices began to be mixed with the absurd pronunciation of Ujin. On the rainy day of thousands of voices in the vicinity of two athletes between the nets,

It sounded like thunder.

‘From now on.'

Even at the vantage point, the calm doesn't waver. Han Woo-jin glanced at Roger's serve with an icy gaze. Immediately after throwing the ball, the whole body rotated, and the waste free movement was impressive.

Paan!

Topspin.

It was a terrifying turn. Hanwoojin noticed that the ball's rotation speed was difficult to measure with slow vision. That's more than I could have anticipated. The left foot that was about to step forward stopped moving.

Boom!

On the other hand, the ball in the service coat rises into the air beyond the wall of reaction speed. A light bounce over the head.

“One (1: 1)! ”

The points return to the whistle with this. However, there was one more serve left on Roger's side. Hanwoojin takes another breath to concentrate his nerves, and Roger's racket bursts into flames again.

Pa-ang!

This time it's flat.

He was judged to be a drive because of his wrist clenching posture, and his reaction was slow. Han Woo-jin moved the racket, not swallowing his breath. It was impossible to return it to the bludgeoning, but it was barely within range.

Bam!

The sub hanging from Hanwoojin's racket tip rises high. The ball came in so strongly, they just brought the racket, but the angle of reflection grew. And Han Woo-jin's eyes shook, watching the inadvertently crooked robe.

Roger flew in his pupil. Sub & Bali. Immediately after hitting the sub, the roser jumps off his coat as if he had read Hanwoojin's response.

The clumsy robe is a good prey for the jumping smash. Otherwise, a violent smash is thrown down to the left side of the collapsed Hanwoojin while being forced to serve.

Pa-ang!

“TwoOne, Roger! ”

Continuous scores reverse the advantage of scores. It was an expected result, but also a bit bitter. Hanwoojin empowered his hands to see Roger taking his scores without a single crack in the name of the emperor.

In return for reaching the Tybreak, his hand has already been revealed. Stinger is still valid, but the serve cannot be used unless it comes back in turn. It was time to bring out other means.

Slug.

‘We have to take the sub by force to make the Roger float the ball. ’

There was one common discomfort in Hanwoojin's two special skills.

Sub and Smash. Both technologies were impossible to trigger unless they had the right environment. The sub cannot be used without a sub, and the smash cannot be hit unless the ball is overhead.

For now, his subrogation has returned to him.

Hanwoojin put two Stingers in succession without hesitation. If you gamble on a mediocre sub and are braked, even half your winnings disappear.

Pa-ang!

“ThreeTwo, Testing Han! ”

With the subvolume, the ball returned to Roger's grasp. A serve that doesn't deserve to be dealt with after being beaten several times. Originally, the fundamentals were completed with a technique close to perfection once it reached the level of a master. And Roger is not a master, he's a master.

It was not enough.

Paan!

“ThreeThree! ”

You missed the ball, even though the fuzz on your neck was focused enough for the orb to rise. Roger's serve of escaping his coat was unbeatable.

I'll get it this time.

Hanwoojin's eyes, which began to concentrate on such angles, contracted like that of a cat.

Acquired with an agility level that set foot in the realm of genius, it accelerated reflexes and pupils' vision with concentration reaching its limit. At this point, we could also see how many strands of falling leaf's pulse had been broken.

In front of Han Woo-jin, Roger beat Serve again. The perfect interlocking motion, where no blemishes are found, continues like water.

Pa-ang!

Before recovering from the deflection of the ball hit by the racket, Han Woo-jin calculated the trajectory and speed of the flying ball. All calculations were completed while the eyebrows twitched once. He became brief in his mind.

Too fast! ’

At least 200 km!

An excessively moving eye complains of tingling pain. However, Han Woo-jin never blinked. If I lowered my eyelid once in a world this fast, the performance was as good as booked.

He held his eyelid with superhuman mental strength, in return, he was able to tease his foot towards the point where Roger's serve dropped.

One step.

Two steps.

The last step is exactly half.

You hear the sound of a wedge as he arrives. As soon as the sub hit the coat with the noise that seemed to tear off the fine cloth, Hanwoojin's waist rotated in the same direction as the racket.

Pa-ang!

The exhilarating taste of the hand has been the result of a strong blow. A tremendous blow to the racket. The strength that surpassed Han Woojin's weight put speed and power on the returning ball. Even Roger saw the shh, and it was a power he would have missed.

But the best names don't come from luck. Despite facing a counterattack that overstepped the expected category, Roger's eyes were shining with a shimmering determination.

It was too late to switch to the back hand. Roger calmly raises the swinging blow to his waist to the forehand below. The held force is too strong to catch the top spin at all. The ball naturally floats into the air.

Looking at the ball as it was designed, Hanwoojin smiled coolly.

‘It's stuck.’

A ball that drops towards the crown. It was the angle that anyone would have to hit Smash.

And Han Woo-jin had a special smash like no other.

Bam!

His thighs, which swelled for a moment, made his body that was never lighter, soar into the sky.

The timing was correct. The ball that Han Woo-jin fearfully thought of by Roger started falling.

The moment his upward body stops at any point, and the ball slowly falls to the ground.

Phew!

Hungry bullets roar.

Ka 'ang!

A scream echoes through your teeth.

< SEMI FINALS # 4 > End