3 Chapter 29.2 - Korea's No. 1 Kim Hyung # 2

Jose's arm muscles writhed intimidatingly. Stat wasn't strong enough to pretend like a player focused on strength. The racket caught by the strong hand screamed.

Paang!

If you have enough strength, you don't need the finesse. It seemed to serve like that. The turf green ball, which flew with fierce momentum, shook the court. The number of speed guns lightly surpassed 200.

"Fifteen Love (15: 0)!"

It's hard to get these serve in the first place. The body didn't warm up, and it took time for the body to get used to the fastball. Until eyes and senses catch up with speed, users of fastballs are promised a one-way score.

Even if it was Kim form. He didn't even stumble on the spot as he had anticipated this situation. I just watched the spot where the ball was inserted and the angle to bounce with a cold look.

The dignified attitude embarrassed Jose, who won points. Still no other number. He hesitated for a while, again tossing the ball.

pop!

The expression of cheerfulness did not fit. A loud popping sound caught up with Jose's serve. Intense serve to the sound hit the Kim-type coat again. Again he did not move.

"Thirty Love (30: 0)!"

Did you decide to play a game? Those who watched it was about to think. The first to grasp Kim's movement was Han Woo-jin, who did not blink once in the audience. He slowly leans forward and sees the shape of seaweed

I got this.

'already? It would have been far to adapt. '

If you try to react visually to a ball that exceeds 200 mph, you will lose only afterimages. If Kim's agility is over 60, the story may have been different.

However, his agility was not much different from Hanwoojin. Pure reflexes did not mean that the body can respond to redemption.

Nevertheless, Kim was ready for the future. There was something unknown to Hanwoojin, a third party.

phut!

There was a burst of loud bursts. It was a strong swing that was indistinguishable from hitting the ball. The ball hit by the racket broke the form.

It's only the third time to swing a racket. No matter how hard you hit it already did not run out of power. Jose's arrest was ridiculously over 200 mph. The force was only at the top among professional players.

But Kim was already moving.

'uh… '

Hanwoojin swallowed my breath without knowing. Kim was running in the direction of falling serve. By the time Jose hit the serve, he had already reached the service court. It was a response rather than a response.

Eventually, Kim Hyung-swiveled the racket to reach the impact point in time for the sub-bound.

Tongue!

"Thirty Fifteen (30: 15)!"

Neat return. The racket, which had been stretched so terribly and accurately, shook José's footsteps. It's the perfect drop for that intense serve.

Even Jose, who served the serve, was bruised with an unbelievable face. Han Woo-jin empathized with his feelings.

But more than that, Kim's movement was creepy and accurate. The weight shifted without a 0.5 second error. The timing of the racquet's extension and the motion of the disarmed arm bouncing the ball were perfect.

And Hanwoojin was too familiar to the movements. Predictive predictions, tactical movements that complement falling physicals. The only weapon we've polished to defeat monsters other than common sense.

"amazing… . "

Hanwoojin also rose to some level. I met some players who can be called world level. Some of them were clearly better than Kim. Overwhelming physical Leonard, Andrew, a lump of talent.

However, what impressed Hanwoojin the most was Kim Hyung. The reason was simple. It was because it was different from "genius" like Andrew and Leonard. Kim's capacity was not justified by the word talent. Thorough effort and experience

Aolin was the spire.

phut!

"Thirty All (30: 30)!"

Kim responded by dropping at exactly the same timing, proving that the previous return was not a coincidence. Jose was not able to admit it until after a return ace. Say that your opponent has adapted to serve in only two times

to be.

"How are you?

The former coach shrugged. It was as if Kim's skills were his pride. But Hanwoojin nodded quietly. The title of Korea's strongest was not in vain. It's an all-round player that's near perfect.

If Hanwoojin improves one or two steps in all respects, I can show the same figure now. As it is a crowd at this time, it was a game that could be studied just by looking.

The game smoothly leaned toward Kim. The difference in skills was obvious. No matter what number Jose used, Kim responded only a couple of times later, and there was no way to use it.

"Game Hyungtae Kim!"

First game, it's also a sub game break. Whoever sees the win was a clear game.

Han Woo-jin chases Kim, who is moving like a machine with his narrow eyes. This game will surely win. I didn't mean to deny it. But something happened. The status window that floated in the corner of the brain was saying so.

[Kim form]

HP 1610/2440

'why?'

The discharge was too fast. I did not give or receive a ball, but the stamina was out. If the game continues like this, by the end of the game, there is only about a third of health remaining.

Han Woo-jin saw this case for the first time. Despite the fact that the state is not attached to the extra stamina was fast enough to exhaust the stamina. Each time the rally is over, a 20 or 30 decrement is even disturbing.

I didn't know what the problem was. Han Woo-jin increased his concentration and looked at the court. Kim's figure, still in motion, seemed only heterogeneous.

* * *

As everyone expected, the game ended with Kim's victory. The score was also overwhelming. When I rested for a while, I took everything except the one game I dumped. 1 set 6-0, 2 sets 6-1. A near perfect score proved the difference between the two players.

"Match won by Hyungtae Kim! 6-0, 6-1! "

After such a thorough response, there is no excuse. Jose accepted a bitter defeat with a calm face. Rather than luck determined the outcome of the victory, it was in vain to put four people.

The two men shake hands and leave the court. Then a few people watching the game in the audience got up. The ceremony was also one of them. People who came to watch the game of Kim form.

"Will you go already?"

"Today there won't be your fight, no reason why I'm killing here. Should I watch a game that would be fun on a day or two?

I didn't say anything more than a holiday. The former director, who was giggling as he stared at the two mouths, left. As he walked away, Han Woo-jin spoke in a straight voice. I was in front of the director and did not take out.

"Mr. Seyeon, can you find out the recent Kim Hyung player?"

"? It's not difficult. Why is that? "

"I have a question."

Shin Se-yeon shook his head with a puzzled face. But Han Woo-jin did not say any more. She took the laptop out of the way as she moved to the corner. There was little room to interrupt the game, but there is a case. Knock on the batter

Lee was buried by the sound of the ball on the court.

It's been about three minutes. Shin Se-yeon looked at Kim's appearance this season with a slightly hardened face. Only after seeing what appeared on the screen did she know why Hanwoojin asked him to investigate Kim's record.

"This… "

Han Woo-jin held his head over Shin Se-yeon's shoulder, unable to connect. Kim's recent record came to mind on the laptop screen.

Daegu Open Championship.

Busan Open Championship.

Hakata Open Runner-up.

Enter the Beijing Open Round of 16.

Entered the Osaka Open Semifinals.

"… That's ridiculous. It's perfect to manage your facial expressions on the subject that used your body. "

Shin Se-yeon's cheery voice was mixed with admiration. If Hanwoojin didn't ask, I couldn't notice it forever.

The first time he felt strange during the game was the HP readings on the status bar being too far away. And as the game progressed, HP was getting too fast. It was impossible for a player in normal condition.

Perhaps Kim had been in a state of fatigue in the muscles and ligaments before the game. So, despite the short-term wins, they quickly consumed breathing and endurance.

What I really admire here was not the ability to finish the game in a short period of time while dealing with a harsh schedule. Kim's poker face, which was submerged in the water and the pain of burning muscles, endured.

Regulates rising breathing.

Repress the limbs to tremble.

Easy to put in the mouth, but no one can easily follow the veteran came. It was a feat because he knew the risk of returning to the enemy in return.

If Jose had noticed Kim's condition, the game might have changed a bit.

However, unlike Shin Se-yeon, who is only admiring, Han Woo-jin took a very precise look at his current situation.

'perhaps… I can win. '

Although the game is determined to win, the odds and losses can be calculated. Kim's ability, based on today's game, was far exceeding Hanwoojin.

Above all, Sangho was terribly bad. Same rounder, same balance type. Then the difference of one sheet is transformed into an absolute gap. So Han Woo-jin held his odds to two. That was quite high.

But now a variable. It was a variable that could raise his odds, which were only 20%, to 50, or more.

Kim's physical condition was a breakthrough in the game. The body starts to creak only in the round of 32. After the finals, it must have been more than broken now.

Han Woo-jin cleaned his head with his eyes closed for a while. I thought about what I needed to do to overcome Kim's form and what I should do now.

First of all I had to go up to the finals. As much as possible, it was urgent to reduce the loss of physical strength and widen the gap with Kim. Even if weak, the opponent was stronger than that. It's hard to catch a victory if you don't target the weakness as much as possible.

"Seyeon."

He talked to Shin Se-yeon and reached for a racket. To watch the finals did not spare the ability. Both opponents and opponents to refer to should be thoroughly analyzed and targeted.

"Yeah?"

"I'll ask you one."

While speaking, his eyes were thoroughly nailed on the court. Han Woo-jin did not turn his head. Once up, the invisible eyelid seemed to show his concentration. A calm voice followed.

"Please get a video of Kim Hyung and all the players he might encounter. If you don't have a video, you can record. Get anything you have in the past year. "

"… You don't have to ask. "

Han Woo-jin, who was concentrating on the game, turned to surprise her response. The tail of the mouth, with a slightly white face, caught my eyes. Shin Se-yeon whispered a smile.

"I finished it with me."

Why?

Han Woo-jin felt a chill from her smile.