Chapter 88.3 - Hola! Valencia! # 3

Paa Aang!

Under the clear sky, the sound of a cool ball rang out. The ball, shot with fierce force, threw his head in the ground terrifying to cross the net. Anyway, the ball was hit hard and the ball hit the court over the vicinity of the receiver.

Soared.

"Game Ujin Han! 5-0! "

The previous game just won the second set of the fifth game. Han Woo-jin shook his nape while stealing a few drops of sweat from his nose. The mitral muscles, which still have plenty of room, pushed the fingers elastically. Muscle strength reached 72

The left was able to make a crystal ball even if left.

'It will end in 6-2, 6-0. Although the drive was a bit unique… If that's the only card you have, that's it.

Han Woo-jin analyzed the flow of the game with cold eyes. One set was a unique drive serve, but he took two games, but it was too fast to read the orbit as it was too dependent on the serve. Remedies mean that you don't

There is a meaning to escape. Once the technology was dug up, it wasn't just good food.

The breaks between games are very short. The referee's roaring voice brought the two players back to court before a few sips of water fell.

"Game 6! Marcel Navarro to Serve, Player Ready! "

Hot-hot clay coats spew heat through the soles of two men's shoes. The moment San was frowned upon by the discomfort of the wet, wet socks, he threw himself into the vigor of Marcel's racket.

Paaang!

It wasn't a drive serve so far. It's time to learn that if you've been hit by something, it won't work. It took five games in one set to convince him that his main weapon was powerless. Since early

If it came out like this, I might have been able to take one more game.

'It's better to win though.'

Han Woo-jin jumped forward and mechanically swung the racket. Perhaps due to the drive's reliance on other masters' skill levels, Marcel's flat serve was not only slow but also well-defined. Wanna

In front of you wiped his neck and seemed to be like.

Paaang!

Two-handed. If not, the strength of Hanwoojin gathered in one place, the explosive power was not comparable to the conventional one-handed. The light-shot return shot struck the base line before Marcel could take two steps.

"Love Fifteen (0: 15)!"

There are three points left. Han Woo-jin blindly looked at the end of the game. Two lively, hardened pupils were sentenced to Marcel's defeat one step ahead.

Unintentionally met with the eye, Marcel missed the ball he was about to throw.

Oops.

The fear of the opponent's ability to respond like a precise machine. And the suspicion of his ability, which elicited only such a reaction, squeezed Marcel's molars. He couldn't hide his angry face and help the dropped ball

Picked up.

'Damn it… ! Are you nervous about me? '

Unfortunately, that was true. Marcel Navarro's skills couldn't even strain Hanwoojin. Even the only served serve lost its utility, and counterattack returns with overwhelming speed and power no matter what means. The game is over.

By the time it was already decided or the same.

Marcel still got the ball. He was a pro. I could not come here and bite. If it is decided to lose anyway, I will face up to the end and lose.

Eventually, the ball emerged from Marcel's hands.

"Game Set! Match won by Ujin Han! 6-2, 6-0! "

Han Woo-jin was not able to deviate from the score that he expected. With a calm face he reached out to Marcel as he approached him. I knew there was a branch in his opponent's face,

I could understand.

"It was a good game."

""… Did you really? "

In a trembling voice, Han Woo-jin stared at his opponent with a new look. He was deeply angry and denied the formal greeting Han Woo-jin gave. A game ended this way never made a good sense.

There was nothing to say. When Hanwoojin stared at him with an embarrassed complexion, Marcel grasped his head lightly as he grasped his hand to see if he was aware of his rudeness. He left a few words in a muddy sunk voice

He left the stadium with his walking steps.

"… See you later? "

That's a good greeting. Han Woo-jin rolled his eyes, looking at Marcel's back. There is a future for a player who doesn't lose his determination despite this humiliating defeat. I really didn't see me somewhere again. Tinker

If you only correct the tile will be several times stronger than now.

But the idea of ​​Marcel was quickly dismissed. It was because I was worried about the eye tickling his back. Hanwoojin looked at the direction of the gaze while holding the racket without hiding anything.

In the auditorium, a man who squeezed the top row, the sun cap deeply, stared at him.

'Who is it?'

The streets were also streets, but there were too many to cover the face. No matter how good your vision was, you could not see through obstacles.

But that was only human vision.

The system that satisfies the condition of seeing someone with a racket held a status window on Hanwoojin's brain, which had not been recognized by his face.

[Stanislas Barbinga]

Strength 61 / Stamina 65 / Agility 68

HP 2410/2600 SP 950/950

Forehand: 14/20

Backhand: 17/20

Serve: 12/20

Volley: 14/20

Smash: 11/20

Dropshot: 15/20

Lob: 12/20

Special Skills: ???

Hanwoojin's eyes widened unintentionally to the opponent's status window.

I guess he was the owner of the gaze that I felt since the first round with Ivan Sergio. Han Woo-jin, who had been raising her concentration on the court, was tickling.

And Han Woo-jin, who habitually analyzed the barblinka's status window, realized that the evaluation was correct. Did you say Pedro's backwards compatibility? Indeed it was an exact expression.

'Playing with drop shots or volleys around a high-quality backhand. The level is lower than Pedro, but the weight is almost flat. '

Maybe by Roger's side he interacted with him and his style resembled. Who would doubt the style of the emperor? If you can reproduce it perfectly, you can see not only the world's top rankings, but also Roger's backhand.

De Even if he wasn't at the top, he might have been able to take advantage of the whole of Bringlin, who smashed up the top rankers.

But he's not Stanislas Barberingcar, Roger Pedro.

'Isn't I going to imitate myself?'

Hanwoojin glanced at the barbringing car and sorted out her luggage with a smile that sank somewhere deep. The battle with Bobbringa was an opportunity to learn Roger's style indirectly before Wimbledon. There…

"Sheheomsa, let's try a little bit too."

The defeat at the Tokyo Open remained a bitter memory for him. The defeats due to overwhelming differences in skills, even without room for IF, are not easily forgotten.

For Hanwoojin, Barbinga is Roger's close friend and analogue.

There was no object suitable for this.

* * *

There was no change in the schedule of the Valencia Open, where the Sampa War was first announced. Han Woo-jin, Barbringa, and Nicholas overwhelmed their opponents, showing the difference between them. All three players have not passed more than an hour and a half

The audience was able to guess the score before the game went half-way.

Not surprisingly, the craze struck by three tennis players swept into the port city of Spain. After several times the hottest game than last year, the audience squeezed into the competition without knowing it.

"Hey, did you watch that player named Han Woo-jin? Because the serve is over 230km! ""

"'Did you see a barbring car? I didn't know what backhand would miss. I've never seen a return ace more than 30 times in a game in my life. "

"Please don't just look at foreign players but cheer Nicholas too. There's only one Spanish player to trust! "

However, unilateral development is less interesting after getting used to it.

When the audience began to get bored by the constant victory, the day finally came when the two axes of Sampajeon collided.

The stadium at the Valencia Open was crowded with countless crowds even before the start of the first match. It was also the first day that tickets were sold out since the competition began a few days ago.

Han Woo-jin, who captures his sights with a strong blow, and Barberinga, who dominate the game with a sharp backhand return, were assigned to the first round of the quarterfinals.

"I'll start the first game of the 2007 Valencia Open Quarterfinals. Please refrain from disturbing the audience and welcome the athletes with applause. "

The voice resonating through the speaker erased the unwanted noise. For a while, the audience screams and noises filled the stadium with applause, like hail pouring on the two players on the court.

Ginger Ginger--

A wave of applause clapping enough to make the eardrum tremble.

The two players, however, didn't care at all and made strides towards the net while looking at their opponents.

How long did you walk? Han Woo-jin and Barbrinka stopped at the same time in front of the white mesh.

'You're smaller than you thought?'

Hanwoojin's impressions of facing the barbringing car were: The 183cm short side was not short, but as I usually deal with such far-away guys, the standard was strange. If you want to give him a big idea, maybe 190cm is over.

You must win.

On the other hand, facing the face of Han Woo-jin, the barbringer almost stepped on.

'Oh shit, you're pushed back.'

Hanwoojin did not do anything. I didn't make my face rough, but the fear that was hiding inside the barbringer was squeezing my head. Han Woo-jin was not afraid of him, but he was afraid of him. The undiscovered differences determined the composition of the two players.

ping-

The two people's attention was the sound of a coin bounced by the referee. The silver coin dizzyed and disappeared into the thick hand of the referee, and Han Woo-jin and Barbrinka looked at each other and declared their choices.

"Tail."

"Head."

The coin that appeared in the palm of the hand was showing the back. Han Woo-jin, who took the first serve, accepted the ball, and Bavlingka couldn't hide his feelings and turned to his court.

'You're not lucky. Mr. Han catches the serve first. '

Sub-titles didn't mean much to him, but for Woo-woong, sub-titles could be a terrible stepping stone for preemptive strike. This is because the users of Gangsub, such as Hanwoojin, can exert overwhelming firepower in the early days when their senses do not wake up. bar

For Brinca, it was a coin toss with a bad taste in many ways.

As the two players took their place, the referee woke up and raised his arms high. Then he proclaimed the start of the first quarterfinals in a loud voice.

"Ujin Han on my right! Stanislas Babrinka on my left! Ujin Han to Serve! "

The eyes of the two athletes, who lowered their posture at the age, blew up the flame in the middle. Dark brown eyes and light brown eyes try to look into the other. Between two men who have only a common denominator, Roger Pedro,

Lee has a beacon.

"Love All (0: 0), ―Play!"