Tennis: He's so obedient!

Chapter 221 Claiming the Rewards, the Final Seven - Let's Win the First Round!
Everyone was stunned; they hadn't expected Jiang Hong's serve return to be so beautiful.

"Brilliant!" Zhan Jun immediately raised his voice and exclaimed, "Jiang Hong's serve return was brilliant, and his timing was extremely decisive."

To be honest, Zhan Jun didn't really think highly of Jiang Hong.

After all, it was clear from Jiang Hong's performance in the previous game that he was running out of energy.

At least for this match, it will be difficult to fully recover physical strength.

Therefore, we can only pin our hopes on Jiang Hong's performance in the next game.

Nalbandian's expression froze.

Jiang Hong actually managed to launch such a beautiful counterattack.

"No, we need to finish the first set as soon as possible. It would be troublesome if he regained his strength."

Thinking of this, Nalbandian's expression turned serious.

After scoring, Jiang Hong stood behind the baseline with his feet shoulder-width apart, his center of gravity forward as if rooted to the ground, his hands in a semi-open backhand grip with the racket face slightly closed, his eyes fixed on Nalbandian's thrower.

We must strive to take action as soon as possible.

I also need to finish this round quickly.

This is not due to physical considerations, but rather psychological factors.

Although Nalbandian once accomplished the feat of coming back from 0-2 down to win 3-2 in the Masters Cup final.

However, Nalbandian also had an emotional outburst during the Queen's Cup final in later years due to a linesman's misjudgment.

The man kicked the advertising board, which shattered into pieces, injuring the linesman and resulting in an immediate loss for the line judge.

Once I can finish the game quickly and break through their serve.

This could very well cause Nalbandian's emotions to fluctuate, which would increase my chances of winning.

Both of them shared the same idea, so Nalbandian stopped dawdling.

Nalbandian stood with his back bent inside the service line, holding the ball in his left hand close to his abdomen, while his right hand held the racket naturally hanging down.

This is a very typical serving stance for South American players – a precursor to a low toss serve.

"Nalbandian's low-toss serve has a very consistent rhythm. The ball toss height is no more than 30 centimeters above his head, the hitting point is close to his body, and the explosive power comes entirely from the twisting of his core!"

At this moment, Zhan Jun chimed in.

As soon as he finished speaking, Nalbandian tossed the ball lightly with his left hand, simultaneously twisting his body clockwise, pushing his right shoulder forward, and drawing an arc along the right side of his body with his racket face at a 15-degree angle to the ball's trajectory, unleashing a powerful inside-out serve.

The speedometer's display showed a ball speed of 187 km/h.

The tennis ball flew straight to Jiang Hong's forehand half of the court, bounced up to waist height after landing, and carried a noticeable forward momentum.

"That ball is pressed too close to the line! Jiang Hong must seize the rising point!" Zhan Jun said, speeding up his speech.

At this moment, Jiang Hong had already anticipated the route. The instant his left heel pushed off the ground, he stepped his right foot to the side and forward, and his body turned to the side.

The forehand backswing does not involve a large pull back; instead, a "short backswing" technique is used, with the racket only pulled back to behind the shoulder and the racket head slightly tilted upwards.

He rotated his wrist inward to generate power the instant the ball bounced off the ground and rose.

Instead of directly confronting Nalbandian's power, he used a "borrowing force to slice" technique, lightly brushing the lower right side of the ball with his racket.

He pressed the ball back at a slight angle to Nalbandian's backhand open space.

The return speed wasn't particularly fast, but the landing point was extremely tricky.

The landing point was less than 5 centimeters from the edge line, and after landing, it bounced and deviated to the outside.

Nalbandian, brimming with confidence, reacted extremely quickly.

Pushing off with his left foot, he lunges towards the backhand position, his body weight almost touching the ground, forcing his one-handed backhand to be pulled upwards from below.

"Damn it!"

Nalbandian gritted his teeth, his expression somewhat unpleasant.

Because of the landing point of the return shot, he could only open the racket face wider to barely block the ball back.

However, this also resulted in the return shot lacking power, bouncing high after the ground with a steep, parabolic arc.

"A beautiful use of force to change the direction! Jiang Hong's short backswing shortened the preparation time for hitting the ball, and the use of force to cut not only dissipated the force but also changed the trajectory of the ball, completely disrupting Nalbandian's rhythm!" Zhang Sheng's eyes lit up, and he immediately shouted excitedly.

Seeing the ball bounce too high, Jiang Hong immediately moved to the net.

With three quick steps, he was close to the net.

Before the ball hits the ground, use both hands to backhand the racket to chest level, with a short and gentle swing trajectory.

With a flash of insight, he changed his mind.

At the moment of impact, deliberately slow down the racket speed and use a "light drop volley" to send the ball to the open space on the left side of the net.

The ball grazed the net and bounced less than 30 centimeters after landing.

"A small ball?"

Nalbandian gritted his teeth and sprinted with all his might.

"Screech~" The soles of the shoes made a screeching sound as they rubbed against the ground, but even so.

Even when the racket is extended to its maximum length, it's still a bit short.

The tennis ball flew quickly past his eyes and bounced twice.

30: 0!
Nalbandian adjusted his breathing and gripped his racket tightly.

I had already anticipated that Jiang Hong might launch a counterattack in this match.

But I didn't expect it to be this intense.

Although his running speed wasn't exaggerated, Jiang Hong's tactical application was very skillful.

"You won't get what you want!"

Bang!
Nalbandian tosses the ball slightly to his right and slices the ball upwards with his racket when he hits it.

"Side spin serve!"

Jiang Hong's eyes flickered for a moment before he instantly came to a conclusion.

Then lower your center of gravity, spread your feet slightly apart in a "horse stance", and use your hands to steadily meet the ball with a backhand.

At the moment of impact, suddenly increase the swing speed, quickly retract the forearm, and use a "flat-hitting penetration" technique to push the ball back in a straight line.

"So fast!"

Nalbandian, positioned slightly inside, gasped in shock upon seeing the speed and angle of the return shot.

It was too late to adjust our pace.

"Give it a try!"

Nalbandian twisted his body on the spot and hastily swung out a one-handed backhand.

Followed by a strange sound.

The racket failed to hit the optimal hitting point, and the ball grazed the edge of the racket and went out of bounds.

40-0!

"Breakpoint?" Zhan Jun's voice suddenly grew louder, and he excitedly got up from his stool.

I thought the result of the first set was already decided, but I didn't expect there would be a reversal.

"Great job! Jiang Hong didn't give up despite being behind; instead, he withstood the pressure and launched a counterattack!"

After the score was scored, the Chinese fans in the stadium jumped up excitedly.

However, Argentine fans were not so happy.

"No, we can't let him break through!"

Nalbandian took a deep breath and stared at Jiang Hong across from him.

But Jiang Hong's returns of serve were just too beautiful.

So now I can only choose to play a variation.

Nalbandian hesitated for a moment, a determined glint in his eyes.

Bang!
After serving, Nalbandian surprisingly rushed towards the net and hit a forehand shot that pressured Jiang Hong's baseline.

Jiang Hong engaged in two consecutive deep baseline rallies, first with a forehand smash, using a mid-range swing to maintain rhythm.

"The opportunity has arrived!"

On the second backhand shot, the player suddenly changes their motion, slicing the ball from back to front with the racket, producing a "deep backspin shot".

The ball, with strong backspin, skimmed over the net, slid forward after landing, bounced less than half a meter high, and then its speed dropped sharply.

Nalbandian was ready to volley at the net when the ball suddenly slowed down and bounced too low.

I was startled and quickly changed my posture.

When bending down to lob the ball, I misjudged the situation, the racket missed the target, and I lost my balance and staggered two steps.

The tennis ball flew right past me.

Unforced error!
"Game, Jiang Hong, 3-4!"

The referee's voice suddenly rang out.

"Jiang Hong's backspin slice changed the ball's bounce trajectory and speed. Nalbandian is used to fast-paced rallies, and this 'sudden deceleration' completely disrupted his timing!"

Zhang Sheng's eyes lit up, and he immediately began praising Jiang Hong.

After breaking serve, Jiang Hong didn't linger; he grabbed his racket and headed to the rest area.

"system!"

[Rhythm Master (Opponent's unforced error): 3/5!]

It has to be said that Nalbandian is indeed a very difficult guy to deal with.

There are too few unforced errors.

Of course, it could also be related to the intense competition between the two players in the previous rounds.

Jiang Hong took a sip of water and focused on regaining his strength.

There was very little running around in this game, so it didn't consume much energy.

However, Jiang Hong knew that things might be different in the next game, since Nalbandian was probably thinking about how to break the deadlock right now.

Jiang Hong was right; Nalbandian was frowning, looking thoughtful.

“Play!”

Suddenly, the referee's voice rang out.

Nalbandian had no choice but to return to the pitch.

When it was Jiang Hong's turn to serve, he stood on the left side of the baseline with his feet apart, his front foot pointing diagonally forward and his back foot ready to push off the ground.

Nalbandian took a deep breath.

All we can do now is adapt to the situation.

Nalbandian shifted his weight forward, his feet slightly apart in a "starting stance," his eyes fixed on Jiang Hong's throw-in motion.

Jiang Hong's serve suddenly stopped - he had raised his toss but did not release the ball for a long time, and his body remained in a twisted posture for two seconds.

Nalbandian's body swayed slightly involuntarily, interrupting his rhythm.

Just as his opponent adjusted his center of gravity, Jiang Hong suddenly tossed the ball with his left hand at a moderate height, and with his right racket, he drew an arc along the left side of his body, internally rotating his forearm as he hit the ball, delivering a sidespin serve.

The tennis ball slammed into the outer corner of the service court.

"A feint!"

Nalbandian frowned, having prepared to launch a preemptive attack, only to be tricked.

In his haste, he changed direction and barely managed to reach the ball.

A one-handed backhand can only be lifted from bottom to top, resulting in a low quality return.

The tennis ball floated high toward Jiang Hong's forehand side, bouncing higher than his head.

Jiang Hong strode forward, left foot in front and right foot following, and suddenly pushed off the ground, launching himself into the air.

Forehand overhead smash!
15-0!

"call!"

Nalbandian took a deep breath, still unable to think of a way to deal with Jiang Hong.

The experiment had to begin. Nalbandian suddenly stepped forward and intensified the pressure on the receiver.

Jiang Hong chose to reduce the ball speed for his second serve, landing it on the T point in the service area.

Nalbandian attacked with a forehand from the side, returning the ball straight down to Jiang Hong's backhand side.

The two players were locked in a long stalemate at the baseline. Nalbandian used his one-handed backhand to hit a series of wide-angle shots, forcing Jiang Hong to move around a wide range of positions.

"If you want to run, then run!"

After Jiang Hong recovered some of his physical strength, he said, "What I'm least afraid of is competing in speed."

Just as Nalbandian and Jiang Hong launched two consecutive fast attacks.

Nalbandian thought he had found a scoring opportunity.

Suddenly, Jiang Hong slowed down his hitting rhythm.

When receiving his opponent's forehand smash, he did not continue to hit back with force. Instead, he reduced the range of his backhand backswing and flicked his wrist slightly at the moment of impact, sending the ball to Nalbandian's midfield position with a backhand "light hit".

The ball's speed suddenly decreased, and it hit the area between the baseline and the service line.

Nalbandian had just switched from a full-on offensive stance and hadn't had time to adjust the power of his shot.

I used a one-handed backhand, but ended up swinging the racket too hard.

The tennis ball was hit directly out of bounds.

30-0!

"Another unforced error!"

Unforced errors: 4/5!

Jiang Hong's eyes lit up as the task progress bar rose significantly.

In fact, Jiang Hong was also taking a gamble. Stepping on the brake while serving could easily cause problems with the serve.

Just when everything was going well.

Jiang Hong made a mistake on his third serve, tossing the ball to the left and hitting it with his racket face off-center, causing the ball to go out of bounds.

"OUT!"

He took a deep breath and returned to the serve position.

Under Nalbandian's gaze, Jiang Hong remained expressionless, having made his decision.

I'm opting for a short serve this time!
As the ball is tossed lower, the racket gently slices the upper part of the ball upon impact, causing it to land near point T in the service court.

Upon seeing this, Nalbandian was instantly overjoyed.

"good chance!"

He tried to attack, but the ball was too slow and bounced too high, so the hitting point was much higher than expected.

When he attempted a backhand topspin, he leaned back and applied too much force upwards, causing the ball to go out of bounds.

40-0.

"Set point!" Zhang Sheng clenched his fist, his face full of excitement.

"Great! Jiang Hong has scored three consecutive points and secured the game point for the eighth game."

If Jiang Hong can score just one more point, they can tie the score.

Jiang Hong kept his serve, which made Nalbandian unhappy. "We absolutely can't let him keep his serve!"

"How can we give back the advantage we gained with such difficulty!"

Nalbandian's eyes were filled with madness.

Bang!
"Jiang Hong is serving!"

When Nalbandian received the serve, he immediately turned sideways and hit a forehand smash, the angle of the return shot was tricky, heading straight for Jiang Hong's forehand sideline.

"It's so fast!"

Fortunately, Jiang Hong reacted quickly, blocking the ball with his backhand and holding the racket vertically to send it back to the center of the court.

He then immediately moved to his forehand side and hit two consecutive deep shots from the baseline.

The first shot was a forehand smash against the opponent's backhand, followed by a backhand straight shot down the baseline, forcing Nalbandian to retreat continuously.

Nalbandian tried to defuse the crisis with a drop shot, gently lobbing the ball to the left side of the net.

Jiang Hong had anticipated this, and as he quickly moved to the net, he maintained a low center of gravity, brought his right racket to his chest, and delivered a backhand "push-volley" to push the ball into the opposite corner.

With precise racket control, the ball grazed the net and landed near the sideline.

Nalbandi made a safe save, extending his racket to its maximum length but still failing to touch the tennis ball.

"Game, Jiang Hong, 4-4!"

"That was brilliant! Jiang Hong's technique was on full display in this game: his serve feints, his alternating fast and slow serves from the baseline, and his short serves that controlled the game. Every change in rhythm precisely targeted Nalbandian's weaknesses!"

"All three unforced errors were direct reactions from the opponent after their rhythm was disrupted. Jiang Hong's tactical execution and technical control have reached a top-level standard!"

Zhan Jun was full of admiration for Jiang Hong.

Meanwhile, the stands erupted in excitement.

"Jiang Shen, let's press on and break through their defense again!"

"Jiang Shen, charge!"

"Awesome, Jiang Shen!"

Originally, the Chinese fans had already become quite dejected.

However, after Jiang Hong successfully broke serve and held serve, the Chinese fans instantly became excited.

[Ding! The host has completed the task. Would you like to claim the reward?]

"receive!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Jiang Hong decisively said in his heart.

"Give me some points, system!"

[Tactics: 86→87]

Adding points to tactical attributes won't have a significant impact; it's more about making your tactical reactions faster during the game.

"Light blocking? Cutting?"

Nalbandian's tightly furrowed brows relaxed.

As a tactical mastermind in the tennis world, he already had a solution in mind.

In the ninth set, Nalbandian indeed changed his serving strategy.

The rhythm suddenly changed frequently, which made Jiang Hong feel a little uncomfortable for a while.

The difficulty of breaking serve has also increased significantly.

However, Jiang Hong's serve was no joke; although there were some twists and turns, he was still able to hold serve.

双方的局分不断的发生着变化，5-4，5-5，6-5……

Up until the twelfth game, neither side had managed to break serve a second time.

"If Jiang Hong can withstand the pressure, the first set will go to a tiebreak!"

AD: 40!
Nalbandian's attack was even more aggressive in the twelfth inning than in the previous ones.

After all, if they could win this game, they could end the match.

Conversely, if Jiang Hongbao serves, the game will go to a tiebreaker.

Once it goes to a Game 7, the previous scores become meaningless.

The light cast a long, slender shadow of Jiang Hong.

Jiang Hong and Nalbandian stood on opposite sides of the court, and this ball would determine the course of the match.

Jiang Hong stands with his feet shoulder-width apart, his left foot pointing towards the net at a 45-degree angle, his knees slightly bent, his weight firmly on the balls of his feet, and his racket hanging naturally at his sides.

His gaze was fixed intently on Nalbandian.

"We must keep our jobs!"

Nalbandian adopted a semi-open stance, with his feet slightly raised on his toes and his racket brought to his chest with the racket face perpendicular to the ground, ready to launch at the first opportunity.

Suddenly, Jiang Hong began to move.

The left hand tosses the ball to the upper front of the body, while the right hand holds the racket and draws an arc downwards and backwards, with the upper arm extended outwards and the forearm extended backwards, like a taut rubber band accumulating elastic potential energy.

The next second, the back foot pushes off the ground, propelling the body's center of gravity forward and upward. The power is then concentrated in the "whip-like" motion of the wrist, and the racket head reaches its peak speed just before contacting the ball.

Bang!
The moment of contact with the ball lasted only four or five milliseconds, and Jiang Hong perfectly controlled the racket.

Jiang Hong tilted his racket slightly upward and precisely sliced ​​the lower back of the ball, creating both forward momentum and an upward lift.

The tennis ball hurtled through the air, reaching a speed of 220 kilometers per hour.

As it crossed the net, it almost grazed the net tape and sank, then bounced forward sharply upon landing, spinning strongly as it hurtled toward Nalbandian's backhand.

Nalbandian had anticipated the move and executed his step, turn, and swing in one fluid motion.

The racket face remains vertical, attempting to neutralize the spin with a flat shot.

But Jiang Hong's serve power and spin are combined so well.

The ball slipped slightly while it was briefly on the racket face, causing the return shot to go into the net.

"Snapped!"

The moment the net trembled slightly, the entire stadium erupted in gasps.

The ball was so fast that Nalbandian had no time to react.

"Game, Jiang Hong, 6-6!"

In an instant, Zhan Jun's voice reached every household.

"Great serve! Jiang Hong successfully holds serve!"

"Through their indomitable will, they dragged the game into a decisive Game 7!"

The spectators in the stands were excited, after all, a Game 7 is a rare occurrence.

Just like a penalty shootout in a football match, so exciting!
The two men wiped the sweat from their faces with towels and returned to the baseline of the court.

Ready.

The air in the stadium seemed to freeze, and the audience stared intently at the two players on the field.

Nalbandian stood in the right service court, repeatedly rubbing the tennis ball with both hands, his knuckles turning white from the force.

Jiang Hong has caught up with him, even though he had just won the game.

"I will win the tiebreaker too!"

Nalbandian's eyes lacked their usual certainty, and instead held a hint of barely perceptible anxiety.

With his feet shoulder-width apart, knees bent deeper than usual, racket brought to his side, racket face taut, and even his shoulders conveying a stiff, forceful exertion.

Nalbandian's serve was somewhat rushed as he tossed the ball.

He tossed the ball two inches too far forward, forcing him to step forward to adjust, which caused his swing to become slightly off-center, resulting in an excessively large angle when the racket face struck the side of the ball.

The tennis ball wasn't slow, but it drifted towards Jiang Hong's forehand with obvious sidespin, and its bounce height was half a foot lower than expected.

Jiang Hong's focus has reached its peak.

He lowered his center of gravity instantly, stepped his left foot to the side and forward, and his racket flashed out from his side like lightning.

With the racket face open, use a lifting motion to steadily catch the lower part of the ball, and with a slight twist of the wrist, return the ball with strong topspin straight to Nalbandian's backhand deep area.

Nalbandian hadn't yet retracted his serve, so he could only turn hastily.

I could barely reach the ball on my backhand side, and the return shot was of poor quality; the ball lost speed as soon as it crossed the net.

Jiang Hong seized the opportunity, strode up to the midfield, and unleashed a powerful forehand smash.

The tennis ball slammed into the inside corner of Nalbandian's left baseline like a cannonball.

1-0!

Jiang Hong clenched his fist and roared, "First win!"
As he switched sides to serve, Jiang Hong's form became increasingly red-hot. His serve maintained an extreme rhythm, with the ball toss, backswing, and swing executed in one fluid motion.

The "snap" sound when the racket head hits the ball is crisp and clean.

"Boom!"

He delivered a precise outside ace, the ball traveling at 221 kilometers per hour grazing the sideline and landing.

Nalbandian didn't even have time to move, standing there dumbfounded.

The scoreboard jumps to 2-0.

Nalbandian's face darkened. He walked to the sidelines to wipe his sweat, the way he wiped his forehead with the towel showing a hint of agitation from exerting too much force.

Jiang Hong took the tennis ball from the caddie and prepared to serve his second serve.

Jiang Hong leaned forward with his left foot, lowered his center of gravity, and held his racket at his side with the racket head slightly raised.

He flicked his wrist and tossed the ball up, then held the racket in his right hand and pulled it back with a large arc, like a fully drawn bow.

"Boom!"

Nalbandian's pupils contracted slightly, and he subconsciously adjusted his position.

But the moment Jiang Hong touched the ball, his wrist suddenly snapped inward, and the racket face changed from a slice to a flat shot.

The tennis ball seemed to be nailed into the racket strings, hurtling towards the target point with a sharp whooshing sound.

The ball was so fast that it was just a green blur, grazed the inside of the center line and landed. It bounced almost without rising, skimming the ground as it hurtled towards Nalbandian's backhand low post.

Nalbandian gritted his teeth, lunged forward to save the ball, and barely managed to touch it with his racket.

However, due to insufficient power, the return shot hung softly in front of the net.

This is the result Jiang Hong wanted.

Without pausing his serve, he strode to the net.

With a flick of the wrist, the ball is flicked into the opponent's open space; the whole movement is fluid and graceful.

After scoring, Jiang Hong clenched his fist and let out a soft roar.

3-0!
Jiang Hong scores another point!
Possession changes, Nalbandian serves.

He changed his usual serving motion when serving.

He clearly wanted to exert force, so he tossed the ball higher and tensed all his muscles when he swung the racket.

However, excessive force caused the movement to become distorted, and the racket hit the upper part of the ball, causing the ball to bounce high and become a high serve with no threat.

Jiang Hong calmly stepped back, adjusted his position, and waited for the ball to fall to shoulder height before swinging his forehand with full force. The return shot had a tricky angle and went straight for Nalbandian's open forehand.

4-0!

This time, Nalbandian couldn't help but stomp his foot, his racket slamming against the ground, drawing a warning look from the referee.

"coming!"

Jiang Hong's eyes lit up with joy; he had finally waited for Nalbandian to have an emotional breakdown.

In the subsequent matches, Jiang Hong completely controlled the pace of the game.

In the blink of an eye, the score reached 5-1.

Nalbandian's mindset completely lost balance.

The more anxious you are, the more mistakes you will make.

Winning point has arrived!
6-2!

Standing on the edge of the cliff, Nalbandian took a deep breath.

"Calm down!"

Nalbandian is already standing in the right service box.

My goal is the championship!

He stood with his feet slightly apart, shoulder-width apart, racket held to his side, racket face taut, his sharp gaze sweeping over Jiang Hong's stance.

At this moment, Jiang Hong stood on tiptoe, shifted his center of gravity forward, and held his racket horizontally in front of his chest, like a spring ready to be released, eager to try.

Nalbandian's movement erupted suddenly. He tossed the ball directly above his body with his left hand and then slammed his back foot into the ground.

At the moment of contact, he pressed his wrist down hard, and the racket face sliced ​​the upper back of the ball.

The tennis ball burst through the air with a strong sidespin.

"Wow, that's fast! 220 kilometers per hour!"

Zhan Jun's mouth spewed out words rapidly, like a machine gun.

"Can Jiang Hong handle this?"

The tennis ball flew close to the right sideline towards Jiang Hong's backhand side.

Jiang Hong had anticipated this, and with lightning speed, he stepped his left foot to the side and forward, lowering his body into an arch shape. He quickly brought his racket from his side to behind him, pushing his upper arm forward and accelerating with his forearm.

With a sudden, whip-like flick of the wrist, the racket strings precisely struck the back side of the ball.

Bang!
This serve return was incredibly powerful; Jiang Hong forcefully transformed the sidespin shot into a straight flat shot.

The tennis ball flew across the court like a cannonball, heading straight for Nalbandian's open forehand.

In an instant, Nalbandian's pupils contracted sharply. He hastily turned and took a step, barely extending his racket to its limit, but it only grazed the edge of the ball, and the return shot bounced high.

It landed helplessly in front of the net.

"An opportunity to end this game!"

Jiang Hong gave his opponent no chance to cover, and without pausing his swing, he strode to the net, flicked his wrist, and flicked the ball into the opponent's backcourt.

When the ball lands.

Nalbandian is still desperately chasing back.

"It's not over yet!"

"It can't end like this!"

However, in the end, the tennis ball bounced off the baseline right before his eyes.

7-2!

Jiang Hong raised his arms high, and the entire audience erupted in thunderous cheers.

Nalbandian stood frozen in place, his face filled with disbelief.

"Game, Jiang Hong, 7-6 (7-2)!"

The referee's voice rang out, and the first set of the match ended.

"Great! Jiang Hong wins! In the tiebreaker, he takes the first set 7-2!"

Zhan Jun's voice broke the decibel limit of the live broadcast room, filled with uncontrollable trembling and ecstasy.

(End of this chapter)