God of Tennis - Chapter 105.5

The ball flew.

Hanwoojin, already near the limit, could not afford to take time anymore. I’m just standing on the court, but my legs are shaking. After recovering stamina, it could be like tightening his breath as he took time. The only remaining bow to him is the fast binding.

Paaang!

Sharp serve and 13 games started. Han Woo-jin gnaws his teeth and beats his serve, but now he’s not going to aim for the service ace. Pedro easily stretched his racket and hit the ball. Drive to the point as far as possible from Hanwoojin.

‘Damn, you noticed.’

Han Woo-jin’s face, which grasps the opponent’s tactics, has hardened.

A long run technique that uses your left and right courts to draw your opponent’s jeans. It was a strategy of the emperor who was accustomed to exhausting his opponent without moving himself.

Besides, if the state hits the floor as it is now, it would not say. Every time he rounded the court in either direction, his body would scream.

“Town!”

Hanwoojin ran though. The burning thigh pain was shed with a restrained moan. Stopping at the barely arrived sideline, he swings his forearm over his shoulder, which is now starting to fade.

Paaang!

“Fifteen Love (15: 0)!”

No matter how much power was lost, even if you put up all your weight, you could save your own redemption. It’s one thing that your opponent has slowed down too. Therefore, if you do not predict the current struck like this in advance, it will lead to a loss.

Hanwoojin’s face, which barely got one point, was pale due to the dry sweat, but he was still shaped by his sharp eyes.

Pedro, back from the momentum, stepped back. The man who walked the royal road with blessed talent was a face that could not be understood.

Even Narael Radal, whom he considers a match, was not putting this kind of pressure on him.

For Pedro, who had never faced the concept of walls in the true sense, Han Woo-jin was the one who came from the unknown.

‘… Still, the limits are close. Just drop your strength in this game and get the next game. ‘

Your opponent will self-defeating.

There was a little room around Pedro’s mouth, convinced of his predictions. The opponent’s onslaught certainly had a cool energy on his back, but now it’s just a tiger with its teeth missing. If you are careful of the last few toenails and last claws, there was no room for defeat.

Paaang!

After seven rallys, the ball is reloaded. Balls that are hard to pick up will spill. Although the condition is moderate compared to Hanwoojin, he too was extremely consumed. It was right to leave the minimum amount of stamina needed to dry out.

The emperor’s face, which depicts the final scene of the game, is wrapped in a whimsical energy. It is a unique sense of overbearing symmetry that is the origin of Hanwoojin.

Paang!

Coolly cut off the sub which flew again neatly. There was no further deception on Pedro’s face. Racket dances brilliantly. Only in order to win the game, the two players had a hard time.

“Game Ujin Han! Court Change! ”

How much did you compete? The voice of judgment flowed into the dead eardrum. The head, ordered for lack of oxygen, barely understood the contents. With this you score 6-7, just one more game.

‘… What, did you play one more game here? ‘

Han Woo-jin, who almost inadvertently spit out, bite his lips. Dried and hardened lips were torn and bleeding, but it was just a good stimulus to regain the spirit.

A stalk of liquid, felt at the tip of the tongue, flowed down the esophagus through a dry bark.

However, the reality that came back funny crushed his shoulder. I would have realized the limits that I had not known if I had been in a trance, and now I have returned to sanity. The feet and the unsettled hands grasp the grim reality.

“Where’s the end?”

To defeat this emperor in front of the emperor who reached the end of his 12 years in tennis?

‘-Don’t be bored!’

Drool the hungry ulcer with thirsty blood.

Ignoring the begging of the thigh that screams to collapse right away, and moves. It would not be acceptable to stop your feet, as if the soles of your shoes were pushed on the grass.

When the ritual, which turned white again, Hanwoojin stood on the other side of the court.

… Why are you so quiet? ‘

There is no sound as if it had sunk into the deep sea. The audience came silently in his sight as he looked around. His expressions of astonishment, admiration, speechlessness, and varied faces were impressive. Han Woo-jin did not know English, so he looked around with a puzzle.

If one agent had not approached courageously, there would have been an erotic problem in grasping the situation.

“[Mr, Mr. Han. Are you okay? You may request medical time… .] ”

“[Ah… .] ”

He understood the situation and laughed bitterly. Did he move his coat with a staggering loss of consciousness? I have seen such a scene, so it is likely that such a reaction will come out. The agent’s eyes changed to that of the doctor who sees the patient.

‘Medical time… . ‘

You can rest at least 5 minutes on request. He was close to the limit, not even wondering how sweet the break would be.

But Han Woo-jin could not nod his head. If you collapse here, you won’t be able to rise again.

“[Fine.]”

“[However… ] ”

“[Really good, please continue]]

The pale complexion, the face that began to turn purple, and the lips that had dried up due to dehydration were never good moles.

If he was a medical team in a speculative event, Hanwoojin’s goal was so disastrous that it would not be strange to stop the game and declare TKO.

Nevertheless, his voice had a power that was daring to refuse.

The finalist, who suspected that he couldn’t break Hanwoojin’s will, descended from the court and stopped for a while. In response to the referee’s hand, the ball flew by Pedro’s hand, standing across the net.

“Game 14! Roger Fedro to Serve! ”

The merit of the sub game was not found. It is a battle of pure competence and mental power beyond the limits.

Is this how it feels to meet the dying beast with only one step to the cliff? Sensitively sensitive, like a knife in his neck, scrambled Pedro’s central nerve.

‘That’s bluff! I can’t walk properly! ‘

Forced to grab his trembling hand, he threw the ball.

It wasn’t the first time I had pushed to the limit, but it was my first time feeling the same feeling.

Paaang!

The ball stretches straight out. Convinced that his opponent’s feet had stopped, Flat Serve gently shook himself and fell off.

Paang!

“Love Fifteen (0: 15)!”

The racket didn’t miss the ball, whilst falling down

The ball, which just crossed the net, was unintentionally taken as a beam, leaving Pedro out of range.

An ace of returning players from a collaborative game between a player who is a flawless player and a flawless ball.

But nobody laughs. No one here was entitled to laugh at a young man who stumbled like a scarecrow.

Paang!

This time it was sharply plugged in. Subace, Fifteen All (15:15).

Paaang!

Volley hit by a sideline and fell on the sideline, Fifteen Thirty (15:30).

Paang!

Oops because you couldn’t catch up with the short serve. Thirty All (30:30).

The ball was pushed back into the body shot and fell back. Forty Thirty (40:30).

“Fluffy!”

Only after giving and receiving until now the reality came back to harass Hanwoojin. The pain in the limbs, the exhaustion of the lungs crippled, and the trembling fingers all struck the complaint in his frontal lobe.

Hanwoojin did not let go of the racket though. If you let go of the temptation to relax, I was beaten to death.

Paaang!

“Deuce (40:40)!”

Pedro’s face, which was brought to Deuce against Hanwoojin, is dying or dying. As if he hits the ball once, he will not fall even though he has rallyed many times on the whimsical theme. In his prediction, Hanwoojin was already carried by medical staff more than ten times.

‘I can’t do this… ‘

Is it because you’re embarrassed in an unexpected situation? Pedro’s racket, which shakes his attention at the moment, slipped away from the RBI.

Paang!

Balls that hit the spot outside the sweet spot often rise high or fall low. This time, a high-rise ball surpassed the net.

Somehow the worst was Pedro’s face, which had been avoided.

And burning the last SP, Hanwoojin’s body soared upward.

“Wow!”

Paa Aang!

Is the forced operation of special technology more welcome?

Strikes comparable to the usual smash hit down Pedro. In the same situation, it is a slug, a ball that bounces into the racket.

Seeing the force of the falling ball, Pedro’s face was roughly distorted.

‘Damn, I can’t receive it.’

If he picks up his lip and cleans his wrist, he falls behind Hanwoojin. Pedro, quickly weighed in, took a step back.

Shortly after, the grass green afterimage broke with the grass.

“Advantage, Uj in Han! Championship Point! ”

Here is the last one,

The two players noticed it intuitively. Han Woo-jin’s body also ends here. The crowd cheering was not heard in their ears. The excessively focused concentration heats up the brain and dedicates energy to moving the body.

The voices of the desk’s narrators went crazy and the support of the family was off stage.

Soon after Pedro moved, he smoothly and diagonally lowered the racket held up at an angle.

Paaang!

In the illusion that time seems to be slowing down, Han Woo-jin kicked the ball and threw her body. Intuitive that the end of the game depends on whether the leap succeeds or fails. Concentration soared so high that it was red in front of my eyes.

‘Caught!’

I could see the ball’s orbit. Han Woo-jin stretched his racket out along the track.

At that moment, a nightmare message came to mind.

[You recognized Roger Pedro’s special skills.]

[You recognized the special technology ‘Linear Bend’.]

[The name of the special technology is displayed in the status window of Roger Pedro.]

The ball stretched straight before he even read the message. Like Hanwoojin, even the last SP was literally the last blow.

Han Woo-jin’s face slowly drew a scream. In spite of the acceleration to the limit, the racket only moved away from the ball.

It does not reach!

Lose this way.

I don’t want to lose.

I didn’t give up.

Alas, will I eventually be like this again?

“Ahhhhh!”

The sound that jumped out of the heart was not already called a spirit. The pathetic roar was more credible than the roar.

Without knowing what he was shouting, Han Woo-jin just stretched his racket. Folding his squeaky knees, he threw himself off without thinking about landing.

Did you feel it? At the fingertips that stretched out, the illusion of feathers rubbing has been handed down.

Loose.

Han Woo-jin’s body fell to the ground and swept the grass. A tingling pain hit his face. The pang that seemed to be ground on a grater made my eyes frown.

‘The ball ?!’

Even raising the body was difficult. Hanwoojin barely raised her upper body and looked over the net.

Beyond the net, rolling the ball.

Open your mouth and look around. The stadium was silently waiting for Hanwoojin’s words.

Still did not understand the situation, he managed to open his mouth. It was unfortunately a sad word for commentators, journalists, and spectators.

“… what?”

And the storm drove

***

Wow!

The ringing shout shook even the desk of MBS, not far away. The equipment on the desk couldn’t tremble, so they plummeted to the ground, drinking, but the coffee cup crashed into the ground and shattered into pieces.

But no one has left the nerve to pay attention to such little things.

“Championship! It is a championship! Ha, Hanwoo, Hanwoojin players! In the final of the Wimbledon Championships, we beat the emperor, Roger Pedro, and won the trophy! ”

“Is this really a dream! Is it live? Park Commentary, don’t just talk about it, just hit my cheek! I need to make sure I’m dreaming now! ”

“What a dream is that dream? Han Woo-jin won the championship. Don’t bullshit and shout! ”

The two narrators who got up from their seats grabbed each other’s knuckles, then squeezed and pushed them together, causing all sorts of riots. It was a bonus that the loose tie wrapped around the forehead like a drunken office worker. Where does this look like a commentator with presidency? Their goal was nothing more than a drunkard.

The two narrators, who drowned for nearly five minutes and drunk, sat back in a hurry. What made it difficult to say first, they turned to the former director who, at the same time, sat quietly while they were running.

And only then could I notice.

“uh? Former bishop? ”

“Director ?! No, where did you go? ”

The empty chairs are hanging around the end of their gaze.

“… Hou. ”

The sighs that seemed to be coming out of the cigarette flowed right out between the thick lips. It was actually smoking. I just didn’t light it. I couldn’t smoke inside the stadium.

Leaving the desk, the man leaned back to the outside of the stadium, and Sang-Sik looked down at the court with distant eyes.

The award ceremony was in full swing. Roger Pedro, who was on the platform first, took a large tray and held it up. The eardrums were about the same volume as Chiritchirit Apaol.

But the former coach was squeaking only cigarettes without closing his ears or frowning.

“Do you want to smoke?”

A profound voice moved his head looking down at the court.

Behind him was an old man with a suit made of luxurious materials and a good old man. It was the peak, symbol, and inquiry site of NK Group.

“… No, that’s it. ”

Sang-Sik took the cigarette out of his mouth and broke it.

Then he pushed the cigarette in half into his pocket and finally saw Hanwoojin accepting the trophy.

President Joe, who came silently by his side, did not move with his eyes fixed on Wimbledon’s court.

“Aren’t you going?”

Outsiders may not enter the court during the awards ceremony, but it is possible to approach a player off the court. The former director was one of the few characters qualified to reach Hanwoojin. Even if you count all your family, friends, and agents, it will be hard to pass the heat.

“It’s good here. It’s moderately open, and most of all, I’m not that unlanded. ”

“Huh, pretend to be young.”

Cho expressed his sympathy and laughed as he stared at Han Woo-jin who was hugging Chun Se-yeon. It was a pleasant and wonderful day. Even if I’m out of breath right now, I’ve heard that I can leave the world with a smile.

But on the contrary, he could also feel the impetus of the ages soaring in him.

“There will be more to do in the future.”

“Well, I can’t help it.”

Korea’s first Grand Slam winner. There were a lot of things that could be done and many things that had to be done. There is still a long way to go before Korean tennis comes to life. The Wimbledon victory could shorten the long way.

That meant that it was too early for both former bishops and President Cho to withdraw from active duty.

“First, it goes back. Please congratulate me for my share. ”

“Will you not meet in person?”

Towards the director who asked with a suspicious face, the welcoming voice of the inquirer turned back.

“I’m not like nobody, but without land.”

Former briefly, the fisherman smiled at him and looked back on the court. As soon as Han Woo-jin was released from the court, she was suffering by the family.

You will suffer in many ways with your body near.

“Hah, such a hardship is a librarian, man.”

It was quite funny that he was flirting like asking for help. After being hugged in succession, he stumbles and is eventually caught by Shin Se-yeon and deprived of a kiss. That guy was not a face. It is literally a case of black history. If the reporters count the sound of the shutters, they will be a hundred units lighter.

After a long time, Pedro approaches her shoulder with a refreshing face and takes a picture. The former coach looked at the court with a dim look and turned his back. The scenery he dreamed of was more than imaginable.

Hanwoojin laughed brightly behind the back of the award ceremony. He lifted the trophy up high, embraced it, and was engulfed in thousands of flashes with an insistence

It was the end of the 2007 Wimbledon Championships.

[Settles achievement for Grand Slam and Wimbledon Championships]

[All stats go up one.]

[I have confirmed my achievement. Compensation will be paid.]

[All skills are up 1 level.]

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