Chapter 51.3 - SEMI FINALS # 3

"Hou."

A sigh of relief came out of Hanwoojin's mouth. The successor of the serve had to be thoroughly fortunate. 50%, double choice of whether the front or the back.

As usual, even if you missed the sub-volume that day's luck was a little bad. It wasn't a type that was heavily dependent on the atmosphere, so it wasn't a problem even if I couldn't catch the serve.

But if your opponent is Roger Pedro, the story is different. Even the smallest advantage should not be missed. How many players can make Roger's chances by facing Roger with pure skill? One hand counting in world units

I couldn't fold my fingers.

'Once I got the ticket, but… It's too big. I don't feel like anything works. '

Hanwoojin's eyes narrowed as he received the ball. It wasn't just because of the bright sunlight. He was looking at Roger's status window that had been projected into his head all the time while holding the racket.

Roger Pedro

HP 2710/2800 SP 1220/1220

"… Damn it."

Hanwoojin's purchases were roughly skewed. I could not find a weak spot. Stat or skill, of course, even up to the final level 4 stamina was close to perfection. No, that's perfect.

Even if there was nothing strange.

But a subtle coincidence was involved in this situation. It was that Hanwoojin had a great influence on Roger's stamina.

In its original history, Roger Pedro won two battles. Annoyed by unprecedented sub-rankers, he was able to reach the finals after all the hard work of Deuce on the tiebreaker. And Han Woo-jin in the round of 16

The defeated Victor was one of two players who struggled with Roger.

Perhaps it's because of the virtues or the condition of the day was not good. The two classics at the Tokyo Open shaken the tennis world at that time. It was an unexpected event and one of the toughest champions Roger ever swept through

It was counted as one.

However, the situation was reversed by Han Woo-jin and Choi Yeon-hyuk being pushed back. The draw was a different form of history, and Roger was able to climb to the quarter-finals, avoiding both matches against him. Never

It's not a classic, it's a very easy ride.

However, the party that made the change was not aware of it, and the referee, after seeing the two players sit indifferently, got up and declared the start of the game.

"Roger Fedro on My Right! Ujin Han on My Left! Ujin Han to Serve! "

Wow!

Quiet crowds shake and cheers burst. The sound of clapping hands, rolling feet, and roaring shouts from thousands of mouths made the whole field tremble.

Is sound called vibration? That was literally. Thousands of audiences shook the courts as if they were earthquakes. Enthusiastic cheers and enthusiasm enough to roll your feet without knowing the English.

But Han Woo-jin shed it in a cool manner.

He knew. Most of this support is not for you. It was a shout for the world's strongest, great champion Roger Pedro. Under pressure, as if pressing the shoulder, Hanwoojin lifted the ball.

Few people who were looking at his back in this huge stadium relieved the pressure.

-Feed me one room. Is it your specialty?

'I know if you don't speak.'

The sound I heard just a few minutes ago echoed. Han Woo-jin smiled and answered the inside. As his body and mind lightened, the ball flew to the sky, leaving its damp palm. The shout of noisy ears deteriorated

It was. Currently, only the ball that floats in the air was Hanwoojin's everything.

No strategy or tactics were needed. No matter what tricks, the monster was to crush in front of the opponent. With the number of spleens folded for a while, Han Woo-jin twisted himself as hard as he could.

Just by power. Han Woo-jin's racket crossed the air.

Paaang!

There was nothing like sound to guess the power of the ball. Roger was able to estimate the power of the serve when Hanwoojin's racket hit. The relaxed expression relaxedly regains its position.

'Hoo?'

Height less than 180cm, not too wide open skeleton. Wherever you look, you can't stand out from the body, an indescribable force popped up.

Reminiscent of comparable players, the only big muscular force was over 185cm. Have you ever met someone with a physical ability beyond your physique, but do you think you'll meet again?

Paang!

The sub flew furiously between the admiration of 90% and the dismay of 10%. Like a blade that cuts a sheet of paper, the flat serve, which fell at a terrible pace, bounced off the court with no time to react.

"Fifteen Love (15: 0)!"

Ace service, preoccupation.

It was a meaningful score in its own way, but neither side nor lost side did not change color. Roger turned his head with a smile on his mouth. Where his eyes pointed, there was a signboard with the speed of the serve.

213 km / h

'Ha, I like it too, Mr. Han.'

Roger's face turned to expressionless expression with a smile on the road. It was just a pleasant smile and it was like a thrill. As always, it wasn't fun to win, as was Roger himself.

Meanwhile, thanks to Hanwoojin, who showed a hot room as expected, only Korean commentators were upset. They shouted at the desk.

It wasn't enough to get excited with only one point, but it was a long time since the opponent gave him a sense of calm.

-213km per hour! Han Woo-jin takes his preoccupation hot while renewing his sub-supreme restraint! The emperor's fisheyes are so stupid!

-Did you think 170 Asian players would hit that serve? But it really caught people! After all Hanwoojin player, serve is the best in the country!

Hanwoo-jin, who struck the room, hailed as if he had heard it.

Obviously, objectively, it was ridiculous. Normally, fastballs were reserved for big players. The Asian players who have relatively lack of physicality have not been able to overlook it.

Hanwoojin, however, took a step forward without hesitation.

The average player had an average sub-binding of only 160-170, and a little higher, with a chin to 180. Even Zoković, later called Emperor, had an average sub-binding of over 185. And even one room per hour

213km was a river fast, one step into the village's territory.

-There are quite a few players who show their true value when they faced a strong attack! Maybe Han Woo-jin is such a kind. It's not uncommon for ordinary players to be nervous and show off their original play!

-Wouldn't it be great to expect this game? I don't dare to win the emperor, but I can't help but remember Han Woo-jin's name!

Hanwoojin threw the ball up again while the commentators were talking about the sprawl.

The ball gently flew by his hand, slowed down slowly and stopped at a point in the air. Due to the enormous concentration, the slow ball felt as if it had stopped. I heard the illusion that even the lime green hair of the manicured ball seems to be visible.

Paang!

Intense one room again.

This serve did not fly straight. The ball, which was moving forward for a moment, was bent to the right with a swipe. It was incredible that the change was going fast.

Nevertheless, Roger responded.

phut!

Predicting the flat, he twisted his ankle at the moment Serve turned. Resilient joints and elastic muscles relieve the repulsion, and the shoulder racket with the slap hit the ball.

But was it a bit mismatched? The ball hit by the racket did not bounce straight, but bowed. The ball caught in the net flowed down the net.

"Thirty Love (30: 0)!"

Roger shrugs as he sticks out his tongue slightly. It was a gesture of mistake. The spectators watching him laugh happily, and the tension of the whole stadium was released at once. It was a change that seemed to have been replaced by a spring wind.

When everyone was laughing so cheerfully, only one did not change his expression.

'Only once did I start responding. I thought that the agility was so bizarre, but the pattern that I showed once can't work. '

As if cold water was splashed cold head rotated. My body is hot like a flame, my head is cold like ice. Han Woo-jin was in the form of an ideal player. Unknowingly, he drew near a perfect posture.

As a party he did not feel, but today's condition was strangely good. A little concentration accelerated my nerves and slowed my time, allowing me to be sensitive to the movement from my fingertips to my toes. Until yesterday, I'm injured.

It was a phenomenon that Hanwoojin could not understand.

And the superhuman concentration and the strangely raised condition caused a terrible synergy.

Paaang!

The fourth serve beats the court. The racket squeaked hard and hit the ball over 200 walls per hour and made a service ace.

"Game Ujin Han!"

Moment flowed in the gut at the moment.

The ace of four points of consecutive services that I did not say. Han Woo-jin began to move as if he had no expression on his face. 1 game was over because I had to change the court. Only a few people, including former directors, cheered, no one expected.

Roger's eyes happily woke up as he saw Hanwoojin walking to the other side.

'Okay, now it's my turn. Let's play a game. '

His reddish-brown forearm, which burned in a healthy state, vibrated violently.

* * *

"Han Woo-jin, we move the court, winning the game! Really great! I won my first game without paying points against Roger! "

"Who would have expected this to be! Totos on Roger's side, you need to relax today! "

The two unstoppable commentators reached out to the bucket in front of their eyes almost simultaneously. Only after pouring water into the throat to dry up and break apart, the two voices returned to their original state.

Park Sung-jin and Yoon Ki-chan took a brief look at the screen that illuminates the court and talked about Hanwoojin's activities. If you are not a enthusiast, tennis is often watched without any prior knowledge, so it is better to add a basic commentary.

"Hanwoojin used his hair very well? I stabbed the first serve as a fastball and the next as a drive. Roger would have been burdensome to fight back.

"Park commentary is what you said. Hanwoojin is not a rookie in many ways. Many veterans who have been eating for a few years are also weak in psychological warfare, because they are bluffing against Roger? This really leaves the realm of talent

It's strange. "

Often there are pitfalls for beginners in psychological warfare. It is the word of doubt devil (疑心 暗 鬼), which means that once you start doubting, there is no end. For those who don't believe in their choices, they only wait for the unstable future

Will.

Hanwoojin did not hesitate at all. The path he chose was the result. And it was a great win for that game against Roger Pedro.

"You may really expect a reversal today. Oh, I fell into three thousand guns for a while. Let's watch the game again. Point is… Well?"

"uh?!"

Commentators who didn't watch the game opened their eyes at the same time. The numbers of 40 and 0 were contrasted in the score items, which were written in large alphabets and numbers. 40: 0, it was evidence that a player unilaterally took points.

Scaring the station to switch screens over the court at the desk, Roger's fourth serve fired.

Paaang!

Speed ​​and trajectory are flawless blows. It was a sub serve.

Hanwoojin's body jumped out like a thunderbolt as the ball crossed the net and landed on the service court. The racket blew the wind toward the ball that bounced like a whip.

Paang!

A hard-hit forehand gave it back to the sender before the ball was out of bounds. Right, left, neither in front.

It was a burdensome speed and trajectory for Roger to pick up his specialty. You have two choices: take it forehand and return it to your seat, or try a robe or drop to go to psychological warfare.

And Roger didn't pick anything.

'… what?'

Like magic, Roger's upper body leaned over. It was not a stance used in tennis. It was like a boxing weaving. In a strange twisting center of gravity, Roger's backhand bounced off the ball.

Paaang!

"Game Roger!"

When the ball bounced off where Hanwoojin couldn't pick up, the referee announced that Roger won the second game.

Roger! Roger!

The crowd was cheering for the sound of judgment to end. 1 When the game is lost, the silence is long gone. The whole stadium fell as if it were hit by lightning. Roger waved his hand toward the stands.

I laughed. It seemed to be a triumphant general.

And he turned to the audience and faced Hanwoojin looking at himself. The gaze of the two players met at the midpoint and sparked the flame.

'I returned what I received. What are you going to do now, Mr. Han? '

Roger's dark brown eyes smiled steadily, and the black-eyed eyes of Han Woo-jin faced sharply.

Even though it was hard to express the word 'best', it didn't stop one room. I've been fighting back with a combination of flat-drives, as if I had returned something that was wrong.

"… Yes, it's emperor. "

Han Woo-jin squeezed the molars in her closed lips. If Roger was an emperor he was a wild dog. This is a wild dog who has nothing but glory and honor.

Only bites.