Chapter 42.2 - Beast Hunting # 2

-Hanwoojin player, Max player takes the game with ease and get 1 game easily. Usually, the more you think you're dominant, the harder it's hard to think your opponent will be aggressive!

Did you see the Max player face when the first serve entered? This is what a ball, I felt really cool ~.

-You started feeding one room, Hanwoojin! But never be vigilant. This is just one surprise surprise. You can get it right back if you have any mind.

It's a sub-game, but it wasn't something you could feel free against Max. Commentators were pleased with Han's score and expressed concern over the remaining game. Max's truth came after he started up properly.

I mean.

"Game 2, Muller to Serve!"

Max took the ball and threw it. The height of 10cm higher than Hanwoojin made a sharp sub angle. The skill of hitting in any sport is the ultimate in power. In tennis, serve and smash were such balls.

Paang!

A lime green ball with a sharp sound cut the wind. But Hanwoojin did not panic. I've seen a few hundred more times. In addition, Max's sub skills were just average. There was nothing better than the acute angle arising from the height difference.

So take it.

phut!

'The problem is next.'

An ultra-fast return based on Max's bizarre reflexes, a symbol of irrationality that defeats all skills with one talent. Han Woo-jin stopped to watch his opponent's movements.

Not surprisingly, Max started moving from the moment he picked up the ball. It's obviously a half beat late. Nevertheless, the body was not too late. The elastic body that ran out in front of the net hit the ball hard.

Paang!

"Fifteen Love (15: 0)!"

It was as expected. So Hanwoojin did not panic at all and lowered his stance for the next serve. I didn't even think about breaking the first sub game anyway. It was a lucrative business if I could analyze Max's bizarre return.

The second serve was the same. Han Woo-jin made a definite return, and Max jumped at a terrible speed and returned the ball. No matter how many times, the same result seemed to be the process.

However, Han Woo-jin felt a subtle sense of dignity. I felt like I was missing something that was clearly visible.

'I'll have to try again.'

phut!

This time the sub was returned in the reverse direction. The ball flew in the backhand direction, not the forehand. Max's forehand and backhand were similar levels. There was not much difference in proficiency. So the cognitive reaction was not late.

Paang!

"Forty Love (40: 0)!"

In terms of watching, it was a unilateral process. Just as Hanwoojin easily took points in his first game, Max also seemed to be in full control of his game. I thought so too.

'It's a recipe, but it's about this in the end. It's a shame that Asians put a name on the world rankings. '

There was a sneaky smile at Max's mouth. He smiled and looked at the other side. Korea's prospects weren't their opponents. Serving in the first game impressed me quite a bit, but from the next game I was confident.

After all, victory was decided from the beginning.

Hanwoojin did not think so. He convinced himself of the assumption he had just made in the previous rally. If you aim well, it was the key to win or lose.

'This game gives.'

I caught a clue of counterattack, but I didn't have to catch it right now. In the situation that I gave three points, I had no reason to try to reverse.

Paang!

"Game Muller! 1-1! "

Max laughs confidently.

Hanwoojin shines his eyes under the mask without expression.

The frostbite dream of the two added more depth. The winning or losing game will tell you which way is going in the right direction. Han Woo-jin first took his second game and took a breath.

The sub game is back to him again.

-Oh, Woo-jin! Unfortunately, I can't get a point and hand over 2 games. I don't think that's the case, but Max's movements have surpassed expectations.

-Yes. You probably didn't know that you would continue to hit the perfectly returned ball as Sub & Bali. It's a great response if you only succeed once in a game.

-I looked a little differently. The movement was static as if it were observation. Hanwoojin seemed to have attempted a search match.

The three commentators began to debate again about the second game. Of course, who was right or wrong was a story that could not be known without gathering two players and having a discussion. It was just after the third game that they shut up.

In a video sent from a distant foreign camera, Han Woo-jin was tossing the ball with a unique posture.

"surely?"

There was only one person who spoke, but all three thought the same.

Phuong!

-Fifteen Love (15: 0)!

The sub, straight down, popped up, keeping the restraint of over 200. The problem was that direction. The ball flew without a spin from the front and turned 90 degrees to the right. It was a stinger orbital transformation that I wanted to be physically possible.

-Here it is! Han Woo-jin, I've pulled out the sub which was hidden until the final!

That's not something Max can stop! I don't know how to react to that restraint, but how do you get that direction right after the bounce? You have no choice but to look!

It was exactly what the commentators said.

Max was absurd and opened his mouth. I've never seen such a ball in Europe.

'Be worried, think about it.'

Han Woo-jin laughed cunningly. The opponent is a speed player that relies on instinct. Then, since the useless obstruction of the purity falls. The unidentified serve of the Stinger was enough to make a crack in Max Muller's spirit.

If the serve is visible but cannot read the bounds afterwards, the instinct will eventually limit it. Unrefined talent was like diamonds that were not diamonds.

The Stinger was seemingly indistinguishable from an ordinary flat serve. So it was possible. If other players did not work, Max was able to build an immediate strategy.

"Game Ujin Han! 1-2! "

Perfectly successful. In other ways, he didn't show his hands and feet in a way that he would immediately come up with a game. It was an inevitable gap that occurred to human beings who showed their talents without training.

'It's not just a sub.'

The use of a stinger was just the beginning.

Max's loopholes were located in a place that was much easier to target. Moreover, it was not a weak enough to fix during the game. It was a deadly break to at least digest monthly training.

"Game 4! Muller to Serve! "

And the weakness is to stab.

* * *

Those who were proud to know some tennis shut up together. As they watched the unilaterally changing game, their eyes widened.

"… Max can't do it. That guy, don't you look weak today? "

"Yeah. The speed of picking is no different from usual, but there is no malt. You're hitting whatever Hanwoojin is looking for? "

"surely… Do you not know? "

It was the audience, not Max, who started to grasp the situation. Watching their own tennis has been as high as they had been. Max, who looked at the world with a single talent, had no vision.

Han Woo-jin aimed, and even the spectators recognized Max's weakness was not difficult. It's so simple that no one has been looking forward to it.

It was a pioneer (選 球 眼).

'Your body reacts randomly. So you didn't have to read the back or fight. '

Originally used to refer to the batter's eye to identify the pitcher's ball in baseball, it was also commonly used in other ball games. In the end, the meaning is narrowed down to grasping the opponent's intentions. The same was true of tennis.

But Max didn't need the initiative.

You can hit the ball no matter what your opponent does. So I did not have to roll my head to figure out the intention.

But now the merits are poison. Han Woo-jin was aiming for two numbers rather than one. The opponent gave him a returnable ball, hit the return ball as expected and put it down to a certain point.

'If it was another player, it wouldn't work.'

Even James Cooper, who met in the first round, was a tactic that would have been hard to break. The intention was so clear that it was easy to read. You can use this basic flag in the finals of the ATP250.

Besides, it was funny.

Max was dragged as Han Woo Jin intended. Without knowing why he was playing on a puppet's palm, he ran wild without knowing why he was losing.

-You're dragged around, Max! As you go along, you'll just lose points as well as stamina!

-Maybe I should return the name of the beast. That sounds like a mud drill. Hanwoojin doesn't use great tactics.

-It's a blind spot that no one thought about, Max Muller. Ranker didn't have enough pioneer. Is the eye blurred by the excellent reflexes? Hanwoojin, who pierced the blind spot exactly, is very good.

Even more problematic is that you can't fix it if you know. There was no way to immediately replenish the lack of pioneering ideas. Max's talent was in the scary and delicate reflexes, not in the eye reading the ball.

He stopped thinking and leaned back on his instinct. It was unreasonable from the beginning that Max, who doesn't know the basics of tactics, noticed Hanwoojin's aim.

'You're not a real learner.'

It was a runaway time and time. Max's drop hits his serve. The drop hit the robe and was smashed into the air, as Max waited for a smash. In the place where Hanwoojin waits first.

Paang!

Smash-like pitches like smashes almost inevitably give rise to hitting counters. It takes time to recover your posture, and if you get hit with a bang, the batter will leave the court before responding.

Han Woo-jin's counter shot through the reflective zone of Max and decorated the end of the set.

"Game Ujin Han! Set won by Ujin Han, 2-6! "

2-6.

It was a score he did not expect himself. I couldn't exceed my expectations. The final, which I thought would be a tough fight, was easier than the first and second rounds. Should it be a victory of tactics?

Han Woo-jin looked at Max's face walking from the other side. It was always a face that raised his chin in a victorious, dignified and arrogant manner.

However, it was very different now.

'… It's worse than I thought. '

First, the pupils sunk hazy. The upper tail of the mouth stretched down and his shoulders bent inward. The human mind was surprisingly able to know its form even by looking at its posture. Max lost all of his lost 40 minutes ago

It was.

World ranking 62nd. Is the mentality of the player who climbs to that height only?

To be honest, it was disappointing. If not injured, Henry Joel would have been a match for the finals. On the world stage I wanted to meet was a cat mimicking a tiger.

"It's a waste of talent."

A heavy voice rolled in Han Woo-jin's mouth. Even though he was born with such a talent, he did not train himself, but he could not understand a bit. Is it a miserable fall for talent without effort?

'Well, is it okay?'

In the end, it's your opponent. You don't have to worry about the potential of his talents. Han Woo-jin cut off the buds of thoughts that are not needed. If not, it was not a person who could develop compassion.

"Fu… k… ! "

A creepy voice came from not far away. It was never a voice that reflected his lack or arrogance.

The break between sets, 15 minutes passed.

"Shenzhen Open Final, Set 2! Player Ready! "

The two got up from their seats almost simultaneously. Unlike the first set, both faces were cold.

As soon as the two players settled on the court, the referee immediately swung his arms and declared to start.

"Love All (0: 0)! Ujin Han Serving Play! "