Chapter 42.1 - Beast Hunting # 1

The semifinals of the Shenzhen Open quickly began and ended quickly due to Henry Joel's abstinence. Otherwise, there were only two games, one of which was lost due to abstention. Naturally, the time is cut in half.

But what really stood out in the quarter-finals was Max Muller's performance.

1 Set Score 6-2

2nd Set Scores 6-1

It was a hard win.

Not even in the name of the league ATP250, Max defeated his opponent with a one-sided game.

-German beast, Max Müller! The player won the overwhelming score in the quarter-finals yesterday. I don't think this player is tired anyway.

-Really. In the first set, the water went up more in the second set, as if the body was relaxed. Could it be the same type as the slow starter?

-I do not know. I think not. I just felt relaxed and bored and finished. Max was just looking so tired throughout the game.

Though each spoke a different word, they had the same meaning. Even the narrators who rolled down the base for ten years could not grasp Max Muller's origin.

It wasn't a sign of intentional hiding of power.

That was the scary point of Max Muller.

And today, Han Woo-jin stood across the court against an unknown monster.

Although the ATP250 league's players were low, it was the story of players except Max. Max Müller was a world-ranking player, comparable to other ATP tours.

-I wonder if Hanwoojin can win against Max. What do you think about Park Commentary?

-To be honest, I think the odds are a bit lacking. In terms of physical strength, it is hard to see the difference between the two players, but in other physical aspects, Han Woo-jin is pushed back. So far, he has been able to win by skill difference,

It's a bit deadly to be pushed by physical.

-Wouldn't it be nice to expect? Although there are differences in the reach, Han Woo-jin's restraints and pitches seem to be overcoming the limitations of his physique.

Opinions also diverged among commentators.

Cha Soo-hyun raised the odds of the Max side slightly, and Park Sung-jin told the story that he would finish as a runner-up. Yoon Ki-chan was expecting Hanwoojin to hit a big accident once again. He's never going as expected

It was.

The desk, which was noisy for a while, was quickly quieted as soon as the two players climbed onto the court. The three commentators looked at the complexion of Max and Hanwoojin with a face that seemed to be noisy.

The two players faced each other with opposite faces.

Max always smiled with a single smile, and Hanwoojin maintained his expressionless expression with a calm eye.

Nevertheless, there was something invisible between them.

It was an intangible flow, also called fighting or white spirit.

'You look surprisingly young.'

That's what Hanwoojin first saw Max's face up close. If you see only Westerners and see Westerners, they may look older than their age. This is because there are ethnic differences in the age-conscious part.

Surprisingly, Max Muller's face looked young. It was hard to believe it was in her early twenties even if it wasn't just a lush beard and rough hair. The bluish eyes flashed through the beautifully established eyes.

The two had no words to meet. Han Woo-jin didn't have the ability to greet him in English, and Max had a hard time throwing his own ridicule because of the crowd gathering like a final.

So he stood out with a dull face. To avoid exposing the face to the camera as much as possible. But severe speech could not be made. Just before the game, I missed the fun of teasing opponents, was a miscalculation that Max could not have thought.

"Yeah, you have a lot of trouble in the backcountry. is not it?""

""… what?""

What Han Woo-jin understood was 'difficult to each other'. He responded to the words, whose meaning was unknown. Then Max returned the answer as if it was nothing. Compared to what I threw to Okuda, it was a more refined statement.

"What did you drop so cold? Even if they didn't overlap, I didn't mean to come to this smelly ground. "

"Do you not think the words are too bad?"

""no? I think it's soft enough. Yes, his yellow friend heard a worse sound than this. "

Yellow friend? Han Woo-jin crumpled her hair and wondered who he was talking about. The answer came out quickly. Ryoku Okuda, a Japanese rookie who was badly broken by Max Muller.

'At that time, my calmness shook my face. I was provoked in this way. '

Only then did I understand. Surprisingly well known to newcomers who had no experience. Of course, Max wouldn't be looking for it, but for Okuda, a mentally immature maturity, racist insults weren't enough.

Han Woo-jin was a cool face until the end. It was because Max had lowered his level, but it wasn't mental to be shaken by that much bitterness. In Korea, there is a dictionary of swear words of reason flying.

Rather, he was surprised by Max's bully who feared punishment at international competitions.

Although it is strictly prohibited by the rules, it still exists quite in secret, but in the case of controversy in public, there have been many cases where a player is disqualified. It was even more so if it contained serious content such as racism or sexual harassment.

"Are you okay? I may call the referee now to dispute it. "

"Hah! If it was a punishment for something like that, I would have received it. Do you want to try? Do you have proof? "

"… This is a real disgrace. "

The story was not a writer. Han Woo-jin gave up the room of persuasion with a short conversation. If he was a person who could change his attitude in a few words, this topic would not come out. He tightened his face and decided not to talk anymore.

Max, however, stepped up and reached out. It was a gesture to shake hands.

"What do you mean?"

"What do you have to do with the handshake? If you don't want to decide, don't do it. "

He smiled lightly and clasped his hands. Han Woo-jin took a rough look at what Max was aiming for. When I shake hands, I will give you strength and show you sick. No kid, I was a young boy.

Han Woo-jin carried the racket held in his right hand to his left hand. In the process, the opponent's status window once turned off and then re-emerged.

[Max Muller]

Strength 57 / Stamina 57 / Agility 67

HP 1920/2280 SP 720/720

Forehand: 13/20

Backhand: 12/20

Serve: 9/20

Volley: 12/20

Smash: 11/20

Dropshot: 7/20

Lob: 8/20

'57. '

I put up with my laughter unknowingly. And he held out his right hand without hesitation. Caught with the thick palms of Max.

Kuwook Woo.

As expected, Max began to tighten his hands. But Hanwoojin did not have a lot of eyebrows. Originally, such a simple battle of strength is that the one standing at the edge will 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 stats of the system.

'What is this child? Why are you okay? '

Not knowing that, Maxman looked puzzled. The physique differed by two weights, but there was no response. Until then. He should only have been there. Until the bored Hanwoojin puts his grip on it.

Woodwick.

"큭?!"

Max felt a creepy sensation coming from his hands. It was a feeling of desperation, as if a hand was pressed between huge machinery.

'큭, this baby ... ! '

I tried to hold on somehow, but there was no answer. Once pushed to start pushed without end. In a new half folded Max's hand began to dull. It was evidence that the difference in grip was clear.

Park!

Eventually Max, who couldn't stand the pain, threw his hand away. It was also because Hanwoojin let go of his hand, but he shot his opponent with eagle eyes. I didn't even remember that I had fertilized first.

"Two players, go to your location!"

The referee separated the two players when the mood of the two was not serious. Unlike Hanwoojin, who is heading to his court without saying anything, Max stared at his back to the end.

* * *

"Max Muller on my right! Ujin Han on my left! Ujin Han to Serve! "

Coin raised Hanwoojin's hand.

Naturally, he took the serve first, and confirmed the texture by the ball that Ballboy passed. Pressed by the grip force immediately returned. It meant a ball without blemish.

"Player Ready!"

In response to the referee's readiness, the two men set their positions.

Han Woo-jin hitting the serve, overhead raised high, and Max, who was in charge of the return, bent his knee slightly and leaned forward. It was a position to jump out immediately.

In time, the waiting signal fell.

"Love All (0: 0)! Play! "

The most important thing when making a stroke is not to hesitate. Hanwoojin knew it well with the experience of the past 10 years. So did not hesitate. Tactical judgment should be put down in advance, and when you have to move, you should tease yourself like a thunderbolt.

At the start, Han Woo-jin's shoulder tossed the ball, and he swung hard. The whole body was twisted and beaten, a spherical fastball with a unique spin. The speed gun measures the restraint 202 km / h. The speed was blurry.

Paang!

"Fifteen Love (15: 0)!"

The ball bounced to the left of Max. He writhed his eyebrows before hitting his knee before he even stretched his knee. As soon as I started, I didn't know that I would hit all the fastballs.

'Aren't you a more careful type?'

The behavior pattern was completely different from the previously collected data. It was also what Hanwoojin aimed at. The fact that he led this game calmly led to an unexpected prejudice.

And the effect didn't end with the first serve.

Before Chamax changed his stance, Han Woo-jin fired his fast-paced fastball without hesitation. If the return is a 100% chance of hitting the ball was a chance. Rather than being prudent, he was close to a deadly man.

"Thirty Love (30: 0)!"

But the effect was amazing. Max was a player based on instinct.

Contrary to what you get, confusion arises throughout your play style. There was a reason for not responding properly to subsequent serve.

Tongue!

"Forty Love (40: 0)!"

But is genius a genius?

The third serve hit Max's racket frame at close intervals. Only two points are lost, correcting the error of recognition. If it was another player, the game would not have been prevented even if the whole game was released.

Nevertheless, the fourth ball ended the first game. Han Woo-jin, who hit three flats one after the other, didn't come to the end until he spins.

phut!

"Game Ujin Han!"

Not a bad start.

Han Woo-jin took steps to change the court and checked the performance of the first game. It was a good grade. It was important not to get a base when playing against a player like Max. Good synergy with the sub-priority and the perfect puncture

Exerted.

Took.

I lightly hit my shoulder. Max whispered to the side of Hanwoojin and whispered in a low sound. Unlike when the game started, it was a sound that completely regained its cool.

"How did you get your feet?"

"… … . "

Han Woo Jin did not answer. I didn't stop for a while and only moved on.

Behind him heading towards the other side of the court, Max affirmed in a ridiculous voice.

"But what do you do? I've already started to see it. "