God Of Tennis

The moment all those who watched the game lost their words, only the commentators remained true to their duties. No matter what happens, it is their job not to stop talking.

Park Sung-jin, who opened her mouth in response to a spinal cord reflection, burst out the interjection before anyone else. Then followed by two commentators. It was an expression of pure admiration without a nominal nomination.

-Amazing return, Max! It wasn't a German prospect! Who else is that ridiculous return?

-No. Does that make sense? It was a ball that was completely opposite to you. Plus it's a really bizarre pace to return perfectly, even though it's obviously late.

It was a nickname for the beast, Max Muller! What a scary reflex! It's understandable that Germany is cheap to wrap him around.

The youngest Cha Soo-hyun, although Park Sung-jin and Yoon Ki-chan, have already lived with tennis for over a decade. I've watched countless matches, and I've found more than two digits of genius.

But in their eyes, Max Muller's reflexes were far from common sense. Literally the expression of evil talents.

And now, there was a person who was shocked more than anyone else.

On the other side of the court was Ryosuke Okuda, who was hit by an unexpected counterattack.

'Nonsense!'

Even if you think about it, it was a perfect timing counter.

Even if you give them a chance again and again, there was no guarantee that they could hit like before. The two-handed style, which was refined after training once after drinking water by Hanwoojin, was confident that it would work against the world rankings.

But that confidence was blocked by the first rally. To a player with a backward mind that looks down on him. Okuda could not tolerate it.

""Do not be ridiculous… ! 」

The insults suffered on the eve of the game, and the confusion that dug up his style from the first edition, aroused excitement. Still young, he felt the illusion of eyelids getting hot.

Okuda threw the ball high and carried it up to his weight. Rather than perfect posture, a slightly balanced posture is more powerful. However, after that, I can't afford to accept the return and continue the rally.

phut!

Intense serve. Serving backwards, he broke through the limits of strength and dug into Max's court at a speed of 191 km / h.

That was a few steps beyond the serve of Okuda's serve. If you tried to read the ball through accumulated experiences or records, it was a level of change that you should be prepared for. Inadvertently adjusted the salary was to be.

However, the opponent is a monster who puts out systematic tactics with one of his instincts. Common sense could not be entered, logic did not hold.

Paang!

It's a repeat of the previous rally. Max ran forward in front of the moxa serve and swung the racket.

People who want to know a little tennis will catch the ball without thinking about it. A sense of dizzying speed that can cope perfectly wherever you go. He seemed to have released a leopard, not a person.

"Love Thirty (0: 30)!"

The ball returned to Rising bounced out of the box. Okuda lost another point. In the first rally, Max proved that the stunt was not a coincidence.

Oh, it looks like Okuda has lost his balance. It's a confusing planting because I've been hit from the first game in a row.

-It is a symptom seen by players with little experience. Okuda says this is his first ATP tour, and I hope that no trauma is created.

-Would Max Muller be your opponent? I think that Daejinun is also very important. Why is this thunderbolt in the middle of the ride?

As the commentators said.

Okuda was good enough to improve his performance on the ATP tour. It wasn't enough to win the championship or runner-up, but enough to make it to the round of 16 or quarter-finals. But luck was just bad.

Okuda's game began with a monster called Max Müller from the beginning and gradually fell into the mud as the stream flowed.

"Game Max!"

Sub game, it also broke the first game. From the disadvantages of preoccupation to the psychological impact, there was no element that sided with Okuda.

Paang!

"Fifteen Love (15: 0)!"

The following Max's sub game was a bit but sure enough to push Okuda into trouble. Rally is done but points cannot be earned. That's how you feel what a real skill difference is.

If you overcome one of the overwhelming skills, you can win if you break it. But if you were unilaterally pushed out of a rally of sums of skills, it was a matter of skill.

There were a few people who hardened their faces with Okuda, who was getting pale. Han Woo-jin, a Korean player who was looking down the court and looking down on the court, was one of them. Looking at the flow of the game with his expressionless face, he could not understand

Looking back at the process frowned.

'I don't understand it? I can't think of it, but only impossible play is repeated. '

Han Woo-jin was able to identify the invisible gap between the two players by correcting the agility over 60.

Max and Okuda exchanged the ball towards the gap while keeping each other apart. And Max returned the ball from time to time, and Okuda didn't miss that clear gap.

The problem was then.

'I'm one step late. But you can return with perfect timing. '

If Max had deliberately induced the counter and took it back to the counter, he wouldn't have doubted this. But it wasn't. Max lacked pure technical capability, and as a result gave Okuda a counter opportunity.

But the counter doesn't work.

Not only Okuda standing on the court but also Hanwoojin's eye can see the tiger's agar easily. Does it make sense to never miss a two-hand stroke counter of more than 200 per hour?

Max Muller's movement was a step away from Hanwoojin's head. He only had a number in his mouth that gave him a reason.

"67…. . "

Agility 67, that's that.

I could not feel anything but amazement. Respond one step late against a counter with 200km of restraint. It was the ability to reach the realm of ghosts, where the martial arts maxim of late reign was prevailed.

If Hanwoojin is in Max's position, can he play that?

'At least I can't.'

The answer came out quickly. Max was a monster that only moved by instinct. The process of thinking about what to do was omitted, and the body was looking for the answer. Han Woo-jin, who rolls his head as far as he can, was the opposite player.

One new score was six. In an instant, all the points were shaken off, and Okuda stared at the scoreboard in real time.

"Game Max! Set won by Max Muller, 6-0! "

One set ended like that.

"… It's a monster. "

"Well, that's right."

Shin Se-yeon, who was losing her speech next door, said in a trembling voice, Hanwoojin replied without any inspiration. The same was true of his conclusions, which he followed all the way through his eyes. That was impossible to achieve unless you were born.

Maybe it wasn't for tennis, but it wasn't for the world. On the same side as boxing, I could aim for a high level outboxer. The reflexes were the best talent in any sport.

"What do you think, Woojin? Is there a place for Okuda to make up for in the second set? "

"Well… . "

Han Woo-jin shut his mouth for a while. Does Okuda have a hand that can break Max Muller's anomalous style? It was unknown, but the probability was never high. So I decided to direct the answer to the other side.

"I don't like business."

"Muscle?"

Shin Se-yeon opened her eyes in an unexpected sound. Laughing at the reaction, Han Woo-jin explained the composition of his game.

"Okuda's strengths are in its two-handed switching, the two-handed style of hitting either side. It's a counter style that's optimized for stabbing opponents. "

"Yes?"

Even if you know what you know, it's interesting to listen to someone's mouth. If you are interested in the contents, but did not know well not to say. Shin Se-yeon stood out and listened.

"The problem is that it's not at all right now. Max hits you wherever you hit. Okuda's strengths are all stuck. I will not be able to fight back until I finish. "

From the standpoint of Okuda, it was indeed a prophecy. But Hanwoojin's words made sense, and no one heard it. Eventually the game went as he said.

* * *

The referee swung the plate and concluded the winner and loser of the match. The two men stood on the court with completely opposite expressions and poses. Okuda's face, which seemed to have escaped the soul, and Max's face, which seemed to shine, were in stark contrast.

Han Woo-jin had a terrible face and watched Okuda going down the court.

'It's a true defeat.'

The expression of defeat was more appropriate than the expression of defeat. Today's game was so terrible for Okuda. Hanwoojin looked back at the smaller Okuda's back, recalling a game that was over in just 45 minutes.

1 set 6-0, 2 sets 6-1.

One game in the second set was also because Max had stopped moving because he was hurt by running for a while. The performance, which seems to be not a physical opponent, deeply hurt Okuda's pride.

Okuda's mentality, which had been shaking so badly, completely collapsed after that one game, and he gave up the remaining games in vain.

This was the result of a cool skill gap. Max apparently overpowered Okuda in terms of play. In technical terms, the lack of anyhow or any point is a measure of skill, and the win or loss of a game proves a professional's performance.

… still,

'I don't like it.'

Max did not ask for a handshake from Okuda. No, he didn't even pass his eyes. I deliberately continued to ignore it, as it was not worth it. That attitude wasn't the kind of professional that really cares about manners and fair play.

It was also suspicious to whisper something in my ear right before the game. Okuda wasn't protesting anything, and he didn't commit anything to leave evidence.

And it was then.

Have you been stabbed by Hanwoojin's sharp eyes?

Max, who was performing for the audience without getting off the court, suddenly turned his head. It was as if he knew from the beginning that he was there.

'what?'

Max and Hanwoojin met their eyes. The two did not avoid the eyes at all. Marx's eyes smirking like a beast of prey and Hanwoojin's eyes with mineral gloss like metal. They continue to stare at each other as if they had a nerve war.

It was.

It was Max who had to descend the court. Suddenly, he raised his right hand and raised his thumb, squeezing around his neck. Anyone can know the meaning was a simple gesture.

"Ha."

It's not funny.

Han Woo-jin thought so. But the expressionlessly hardened face did not even move. Only the bloodline rising from the right forearm while holding the grip of one Sangar racket was clear. I was nervous, honest, even one body reaction.

Skill upgrade is completed in the round of 16, Max Müller was the time to walk the arrow to take down the monster.