ah!

McDonald noticed the crisis the moment Gao Wen took the filming.

A skateboard-style light hitting force, Gao Wen reversed the disadvantage of strong strength and draw, tearing the angle apart with a beat, disrupting McDonald's rhythm in an instant.

But McDonald, who was fully focused on the shot, did not distract himself. He jumped gently on the spot, kicked his left foot hard, and his body rushed out like an arrow from the string. His body stretched to the extreme, and in the continuous horizontal movement of large strides, his right arm stretched out toward the tennis ball that was rushing high.

At this time, McDonald had lost the best hit point, but he still tried his best, kicking his foot hard during a fast running, throwing himself completely like a baseball player sliding a base, and then using the power of pushing the ground to complete the movement of twisting the waist and sending the shoulders, and swinging his arms horizontally.

Received!

The tennis ball hit the racket at a high speed. At this time, McDonald had lost control and had no reservations anymore.

Stand up, shoulders, wave your arms, and hit the ball!

The entire action was completed in one go, swinging the slap strongly at faster speed and higher strength. After completing the hit, the slap still did not end the forehand slap. The raft completed a Thomas spiral on his head, and his eyes were still staring at the tennis ball.

Whoosh!

Bang!

The tennis ball turned into a mustard-yellow streamline, pulling out a more outrageous angle, flying against the net, falling rapidly, and landing directly in the serving area. The refractive angle had reached 75 degrees, and then it rushed high, rushing towards the audience stands like a meteor.

Oops!

"Large angle vs. bigger angle!"

With the help of Gao Wen's forehand tearing the angle, McDonald teared the ball apart a larger angle and directly made a counterattack similar to an external corner serving. The tennis ball landed accurately in the serving area and rushed out of the doubles area. Moreover, the bounce after landing is very high and very fast.

Gao Wen realized at the first time that his return was still unable to completely suppress McDonald.

Similarly, McDonald's return does not require prediction to clearly see the line - because this is a forehand pulling exercise, just stop at the same place.

But the problem now is not prediction, but hitting the ball.

McDonald's return ball bounced high and from the rising arc, the bounce height could have exceeded Gao Wen's head.

what to do?

Step on.

Step on.

Gao Wen adjusted his position in a row in small steps and moved sideways quickly. His body had entered the shadow area from the sun-lit area and disappeared like a ninja, but his vision was still raised high, locking in the tennis ball bathed in the golden sunlight.

The sound of the wind stirs in my ears.

Push the ground!

jump!

The 193 cm big man jumped high, his legs were in the air, his back was bent, and he pulled it all over like a large bow of an eagle. Through the beautiful back curve, he could clearly see the clear blue and gorgeous gold color, and his whole figure broke away from the shadow and appeared in the sun.

Raise your hand!

Raise your shoulders!

The whole body has stretched to the extreme, like a kite flying freely under the blue sky, light and free, and the perfect stagnation of the sky brings a pure visual enjoyment, but Gao Wen did not notice this at all and his attention was completely focused.

Gao Wen stared at the tennis ball intently. At this time, the hitting point had already crossed his head, but he still raised the racket high, making full use of the jumping height and his own height. The racket became an extension of his arms, seized the commanding height, found the hitting point, and then-

The forearm swung quickly, vibrating with all its strength like a horse whip, and the wrist pressed skillfully to create a shot from top to bottom.

rub!

The forearm can feel the powerful force of the ball's rapid impact, but the rapid arm swing strongly suppressed the vibration and swung with all the force.

Bang!

Suppress with all your might! Fight back with force! Tennis balls fly out like cannons.

boom!

The tennis ball flew out a straight parabola and smashed it hard towards the ground at an incident angle of 75 degrees, just like a bomber flying over the city at a low altitude. In the collision of power and force, the flight route was perfectly controlled, and the rotation and speed were completely crushed by force.

boom!

The top-down flight trajectory hit hard on the inside of the serving area on MacDonald's side, shallow and oblique, hitting the dead corner of the bottom line of the serving area, and rushed out with a meteor. The superposition of speed and speed, the doubled strength and strength, and the flight of the tennis ball burst out with incredible energy.

Whoosh.

It disappeared in a blink of an eye, as if it was just a ball mark on the ground, but the tennis ball disappeared without a trace and its sight could no longer be captured.

McDonald was still standing in his forehand position and did not lose his position. Logically speaking, he could still complete the reaction, even catch the ball and fight back, but the tennis ball with both speed and strength directly broke the limitations of the reflex nerves and rushed to the audience seat before he could react.

Still moving!

Can't move!

He was stared in the spot, but he subconsciously stretched out his racket, but he didn't know what the tennis ball was about. The next second he felt a gust of wind passing by, and turned his head to look over conditioned reflexively, watching the tennis ball dragging its long tail and flying into the stands.

And his steps were like nails growing, and he did not make any move at all.

Turn your head, turn your head, turn your head, and look back.

The sight moves back and forth between the audience seat and the stadium landing point. Perhaps the ball mark left in the stadium can prove everything that happened just now - and the ball return point is definitely within the boundary, and this is a perfect ball return.

Huh.

Huh.

The heart hit the chest hard, adrenaline bursting continuously, and the whole head roared. Then, McDonald gasped heavily, raised his head slightly, but found that the sun slowly rising was so dazzling.

"Forehand vs Forehand", Gao Wen, win!

The one who accumulated advantages through strength and speed continuously was McDonald. He had accumulated enough advantages in a long forehand pull; in the face of difficulties, Gao Wen took the lead in making changes and used rotation to reverse the unfavorable situation, which also forced McDonald to fight with all his might and hit a limit.

However!

However, Gao Wen fought back with a super-powered forehand. In addition to leveraging the force, he made full use of his height advantage and the strength of his forearm, and finally hit a ball without any solution. McDonald could only sigh at the ball, and he realized that his figure was suppressed. It was indeed...

Wonderful!

MacDonald looked at the empty stadium stands, with a hint of fascination, and couldn't help but sigh with regret.

But the emotional stay was only short, and then he turned around and gave Gao Wen an applause - this time the shot was indeed worthy of applause and encouragement.

However, the words said in his mouth were... "Sorry."

After McDonald finished speaking, he showed a helpless apology, his lips raised slightly, shaking his head to express his helplessness and chuckling to express his apology.

"Sorry, sorry, really, sorry."
Chapter completed!