Chapter 32.2 - Underworld # 2

"Love All (0: 0)! Hyungtae Kim Serving Play! "

The venue was quiet. It was not the silence that was created because there was no audience. Rather, a large number of audiences were filling the audience. They looked at the two athletes standing upright on the court with their mouths closed.

Naturally, the finals would be obvious, but this was the true highlight of the Seoul Open. Korea's No.1 and newly emerged rookie. Both sides have been overwhelming, and expectations have been high.

Finally, when Kim Hyung throws the ball up, the audience hears someone's saliva swallowing.

Paang!

The ball flew.

Kim was not a strong player. Therefore, it was not possible to be a type to see the game by restraint.

But it's not a pitch that's driven by speed. Angle, change, bound. If you can handle all of those elements as you wish, you can cover the lack of speed without difficulty.

The ball was abnormally broken the moment it crossed the net. The batter beat the court with an unpredictable parabola.

Hanwoojin was going to move if you want to stop the ball was a ball.

"Fifteen Love (15: 0)!"

-Kim form player, it is not difficult to pick up the service ace and start the game. It's not a fast ball, but it's a bit hard to catch.

-It's not fast, it's not very slow. You don't have to be fast if you can make changes while maintaining 170 restraints.

-I am very excited about how Hanwoojin will cope. It's probably a type of sub you've never experienced before.

The commentator was half right. Han Woo-jin's 10 years of hidden experience does not help much among the real talents. In the end, he was only a domestic mid-range athlete. I have never had any experience with the serve of Kim Hyung-level.

But there was time.

I could afford to watch, observe and analyze Kim's game. If you do not know, you can learn.

Nobody can achieve 1 through 0.

It is Han Woo-jin who thoroughly reads the opponent's information and solves the game based on it. For him, time and learning was a matter of skill.

Han Woo-jin lowered her posture by shining her eyes. Concentration peaked. If he is now, he was confident that even Kim's serve could be predicted.

Reflexes enhanced by increased agility, affordability from physical superiority, and a sharp sense of excessively increased concentration convinced it.

Soon a second serve was shot.

Paang!

It was different from the sudden change. The smoothly held spin shook the ball's orbit unsteadily. As long as I could get inside the service court, it seemed like a good track. Hanwoojin's view of the expected path was tangled up.

I see it though. Han Woo-jin believed that he could find the right thing even in dozens of messy trajectories. My eyes wriggling around were stuck in one place.

'It's here!'

My body splashed. Rather than react, it was a sudden, unpaired movement that seemed to jump out of surprise. Han Woo-jin ran without thinking about the form. It was a waste of time to make up for the delay of reading the track.

Exactly two and a half steps.

Han Woo-jin gnawed the molar as he saw the ball bent in front of him. His right forearm squeezed in tightly, inflicted with power.

Phuong!

The ball bounced back at a tremendous speed and bounced off without even taking it. The bounds were high, but the angles were sharp. The ball bounced off to the outside of the court and close to the audience seats continued to the point.

"Fifteen All (15: 15)!"

The voice of the referee filled the field where it sank. For a moment no one spoke. I know how to play tennis, all of them shut up. The return ace that Hanwoojin showed right now was shocking.

-Return Ace! Han Woo-jin strikes back as soon as he loses 1 point! If you have already started to read Kim's serve, it's really huge.

-Not yet. As you can see from the form, Hanwoojin is a bit late. But Kim didn't know he would be returned from the second serve.

The last few comments were proved by Kim's expression. He narrowed his open eyes and narrowed his eyes. Whenever planting became uncomfortable habits.

Hanwoojin was not neglecting. The current situation of defeating Gyeongsu, the third largest player in Korea, and the ability to be estimated through brilliant achievements were never enough to be called Rookie.

'But this is too much?'

I thought you could play at least two games, if you had as many as four games.

Kim raised the Woojin rating by one notch.

It seemed to have been prepared tightly. It makes no sense to return from the second serve, leaving the superiority of the reaction rate. To make that possible… .

No, I fold my thoughts. Kim Hyung-seop raised the ball again. Save a few seconds to prepare the serve.

He may have been warned for too long, but even now he was precious for a few seconds. As I moved, the muscles and nerves that shut my mouth screamed for a moment.

'I'm tired.'

He smiled bitterly as he saw Hanwoojin staring at him across the net.

* * *

Han Woo-jin and Kim's match began to flow scaryly from the first game.

The two exchanged Aces one at a time, unfolding their own hands and playing a rally that never ended.

The shoes of the two players, who are moving violently between the ringing balls, were loud.

Squeaky shoe soles have long been ignored. Perhaps after the game, the rugged floor would be shiny.

And there were people who were really excited.

Intense hitting is always a highlight of any sport. The audience with the sights, the commentators with the noise, shouted with excitement.

-This time we will serve as a sub & Bali, Kim Hyung! You've decided that you're not looking for a service ace.

-right. The return ace has been beaten by Han Woo-jin so far. I saw the bitter taste and there is no reason to stick to the serve!

-Two players go straight to Bali. It's not Half Bali. This is a real fight!

The ball travels over the net. The two players, who walked forward to a distance that did not allow bounds, nearly stopped breathing at the same time.

Sue.

The Bali game is a serious fight that leads to a real break when no one can read the prelude to the batting action and movement that can not react even if breathing is spared. It's like stopping your breath in a short run.

When you hold your breath, your body can move more precisely and strongly without losing a sense of rhythm.

The ball falling to the right, to the left,

From left back up,

It's the body from the top down

Raise your racket and rally the ball you dropped.

'I'm choking!'

Both faces rose red in no time. The price that stopped breathing returns quickly as you move harder. The body squeezed the lungs, craving for the rapidly consumed oxygen.

Have you ever dipped to the limit in water?

Have you ever run on full power when running a long run?

At first, I hold my breath. But if you don't continue breathing, your heart will start beating faster.

After that, the empty lungs shrivel, causing pain and feeling dizzy as the blood oxygen levels drop. The lips that cause cyanose are colored in purple, and the face that has disappeared is turned pale.

In just 10 seconds, the two who consumed a lot of breath, they moved the body with mental power.

Shorter, shorter operation. It is a fight that loses even a little more. The more driven you are, the more sensitive you are. Even the illusion that time slows down can be felt.

It was Kim Hyung who first reached the limit.

"Houe!"

phut!

The moment he breathed in, Han Woo-jin hit the ball with fierce momentum. The opponent showed up for the gap. If you miss something like this, you have nothing to say.

Everyone watching the rally was convinced of Han's score. Kim stopped stopping at the cost of breathing, which was not acceptable.

The volley is vulnerable to fast balls because of its narrow gap. There's a reason why you can't hit your opponent so hard.

But who said the expectation was to overturn?

Kim raised the racket with one hand. The racket stood upright as if it were any knife. He squeezed the racket vertically to the ground, as if using a carrot on a cutting board.

"Suck!"

Whoever sees it was a strange stroke. I couldn't even figure out where the ball hits the swing.

But the result was amazing.

phut-

"What ?!"

Properly hit the ball hit hard, no matter how well dropped it was bound to some extent. Unless the racket's mesh is any spun.

What about Kim's ball now?

"G, Game Hyungtae Kim!"

Even the referee shut up and declared a goal. His ball was so odd.

The ball, hit by Kim's racket, bounced hard in place and fell slightly over the net to the ground. When Hanwoojin stepped in to get somehow, the ball had already stopped.

How hard do you have to reverse to stop the ball in the air? Everyone who watched shut up with magical balls or opened up.

However, Hanwoojin regained its rating quickly. The sound heard in his head explained the identity of the ball. The system recognizes the identity of the special technology hidden in the Kim's status window.

[You witnessed the special technology 'Cut'. The name of the special technology will be displayed in the status window of Kim Form.

'Curt, la.'

It was not a term used in tennis. Is it ping pong? Hanwoojin soon convinced that he had recalled the table tennis game over and over. In table tennis, there was a technique of sharpening the racket and rotating it backwards. The name of the technology is big

I remember it.

But the commentator was upset.

The sparrows showed by Han Woo-jin were not enough to take a slow video and study. In addition, he showed the loss of his hand, which was hidden even Kim.

Today's broadcast was a feast of highlights.

-I just missed the ball again, Kim Hyung! It's a ball I've never played before, so far! If I have that, I'll show you how, how can you pick a kid up ?!

Maybe it's a recently completed technology. How many times you can handle a bigger tennis racket like some ping pong paddles, and you can even float your own tennis ball!

-At least I'm not confident even if I go back 100 times. If you didn't, you would have consumed a lot of health while playing Bali, which is amazing.

Hitting a ball with a racket is the same sport, so you might have a similar skill or not.

But it is a question of the outsider. Tennis and table tennis had a huge difference in weight and volume from rackets to balls. If you follow the delicate swing of ping-pong with a tennis racket, your wrist will be throbbing. On the contrary, if you imitate the stroke of tennis with table tennis,

It must have been blown away.

Kim's technique, which he just used, is to jump over the thick and wide walls between sports.

Three commentators turned to excitement and talked for a while. Commentator Park Sung-jin, who visited the water bottle to cool the hot throat, alternated his watch and scoreboard. It was a meaningless, reflective act.

'… uh?'

But he felt as if he had cold water upside down.

The game is already one hour old. But the score is 5-4. Still one set is not over. Even Hanwoojin wins the next game, which leads to Deuce. The game was too long despite the urgency.

Park Seong-jin did not see it and looked over the screen. It wasn't the distance to look into the players' faces, even though they changed the camera quality. Nevertheless, he only seemed to be laughing.

It wasn't because of the mood. In fact it was.

Hanwoojin did not lose a game even though one game was lost. On the contrary, the body overflowed. Whenever one rally ended, the balance of victory and loss was inclined.

Hanwoojin's eyes peeled off the wrapping paper wrapped by Kim. No matter how seemingly pretend it was impossible to disguise his ability.

[Kim form]

HP 1030/2440

'I thoroughly dry out.'

It was impossible to overwhelm by skill. Kim Hyung-jin was a high-ranking figure of Han Woo-jin in every way. So I came to here. Giving and receiving points in each game was a rally without end.

It's time to pay off.

The ball that came into his hand was crushed by a strong grip.