As one of the few active talents, [ Total Concentration ] has always been of great help to Cheng Che.
However, he used it less often after that, because most opponents could win without him needing to use it.
But at this moment, the effect was ridiculously large.
This was the first time Cheng Che had felt an unprecedented level of power since all his attributes reached 90!
[ Total Concentration: Your concentration is greatly enhanced. While active, your memory, comprehension, imagination, and reaction speed will be boosted. Activating this mode will consume stamina.]
With numerous physical talents at his disposal, expending physical energy is a joke for Cheng Che.
With both "Enduring Progress Without Fail " and " Self-Healing Instinct " operating simultaneously, the rate of consumption cannot keep up with the rate of recovery.
Therefore, [ Total Concentration ] can be kept on indefinitely.
In an instant, his memory, comprehension, imagination, and reaction speed, boosted by his original 90 points of intelligence, all improved.
Soaring!!!
He recalled the match that had just taken place.
Ruud's every serve landing point, every forehand swing trajectory, and every timing of his net approach.
These things went through his mind and then automatically pieced together a pattern.
It's full of flaws.
He then looked at his opponent, who was drinking water.
Ruud unscrewed the bottle cap, tilted his head back and took a sip, then put the bottle down and wiped his mouth with a towel.
His movements seemed natural, but Cheng Che noticed that his fingers were trembling slightly.
His whole body trembled slightly, revealing numerous flaws.
Cheng Che stood up and walked behind the service line.
The third round has begun.
He bounced the ball twice, then placed his left index finger on his lips in a very subtle motion.
Ruud was standing in the receiving area and saw that action.
He didn't know why, but a chill ran down his spine.
Cheng Che tossed the ball and swung his racket.
223 kilometers per hour. Pressing down on the inside corner.
Ruud had barely moved when the ball bounced out and hit the barrier.
Fifteen to zero.
The stands fell silent for a moment.
Cheng Che serves the second point.
outer corner.
Ruud guessed the right direction and launched a forehand attack.
But the moment he made his move, Cheng Che had already moved.
His body seemed to know in advance where the ball was going; he took a step to the side and unleashed a forehand smash.
The ball flew past the sideline, and Ruud didn't even have time to react.
Thirty to zero.
Lin Yan's voice was a little tense:
" Cheng Che's serve and return... his reaction speed seems to be a level faster than in the first two sets."
Zhou Zhou sighed and said, "It's more than just one level. That quick attack just now, he moved the instant Ruud made his move, what kind of anticipation is that?"
The third point, Ruud serves.
After the first shot entered the area, Cheng Che received the pass and returned to the middle lane.
Ruud hit a long cross-court shot with his forehand, Cheng Che moved laterally to reach it, and returned a deep shot with his backhand.
Ruud pulled the ball back, and it landed very deep.
Cheng Che increased the speed with his forehand, and the ball flew past the sideline. Ruud ran over and reached it, but his return shot was shallow.
Cheng Che went online and launched a forehand interception.
Forty to zero.
Ruud stood behind the baseline and dribbled the ball twice with his head down.
He felt his hands trembling, more noticeably than before.
He took a deep breath, raised his head, and looked at Cheng Che opposite him.
Then he froze.
Cheng Che stood behind the baseline, his head slightly tilted, his expression calm.
But Ruud didn't see a person.
Instead, it was a demon king sitting on a throne, looking down at him from above, seeing him as nothing more than an ant.
He shook his head, banishing the absurd thought.
But that feeling didn't disappear.
What he didn't know was that he was already overshadowed by Cheng Che's title of " Champion "!
Fourth point, Ruud serves. First serve misses the court, second serve.
Cheng Che received the serve and launched an attack, his forehand straight shot pressing down the sideline.
Ruud ran over and reached the ball, returning a cross-court shot with a backhand. Cheng Che moved to the net and volleyed with a backhand. The ball hit an open space.
1-0. Cheng Che holds serve.
Ruud walked back to the baseline, his steps a little heavy.
He dribbled the ball, preparing to serve. But his touch was fading, and his first serve percentage was dropping.
The first serve went into the net. The second serve went into the service box, but the landing point was too straight. Cheng Che hit a forehand, and the ball went straight to the opposite corner. Ruud moved to the side to reach it, but the return shot was shallow.
Cheng Che went online and intercepted the attack.
Fifteen to zero.
Lin Yan took a deep breath. " Ruud's serve is in a bit of danger. Cheng Che is putting too much pressure on him in receiving serves today, and Ruud's first serve percentage is dropping."
Zhou Zhou said, "And look at Cheng Che's condition, he's fighting for every point, Ruud doesn't have a moment to breathe."
For the second point, Ruud serves.
After the first shot entered the area, Cheng Che received the pass and returned to the middle lane.
Ruud hit a long cross-court shot with his forehand, Cheng Che to reach it, and then sliced the ball with his backhand, the ball landing very short.
Ruud went online and placed a small ball.
Cheng Che ran from the baseline, stretched out his racket, scooped the ball up from the ground, and lobbed it high.
Ruud retreats and hits a forehand overhead smash. Cheng Che retreats two steps and returns with a forehand smash. Ruud hits another overhead smash. Cheng Che smashes again.
On the seventh shot, Ruud's shot was half a beat slow. The ball hit his half of the court and bounced out.
Thirty to zero.
Ruud stood in front of the net, panting.
He glanced at Cheng Che opposite him. Cheng Che had already walked back to the baseline, his steps light. The intense seven-shot rally hadn't taken any of his energy.
Some people in the stands started sweating.
It's not the heat, it's the tension.
A France spectator took out a tissue and wiped his forehead. The person next to him glanced at him and realized that his palms were also wet.
The third point, Ruud serves.
The serve went into the box, Cheng Che received it and launched an attack, a forehand cross-court shot. Ruud moved sideways and blocked with a backhand.
The ball bounced high. Cheng Che jumped up and executed a forehand overhead smash.
Forty to zero.
Ruud stood behind the baseline, head down.
His hands were trembling; this time, it wasn't just a slight tremor, but a noticeable shaking.
He switched the racket to his left hand and wiped the sweat from his palms on his pants with his right hand.
Lin Yan swallowed hard in the broadcast booth, his voice a little dry. " Ruud's serve... Cheng Che three break points."
Li Na chimed in from the side, " Ruud's already broken. Look at the look in his eyes. When he looks at Cheng Che, he's not thinking about how to fight, he's thinking about how to survive."
Fourth point, Ruud serves. First serve goes into the net.
The second serve went into the box, but the ball landed too straight. Cheng Che hit it with a forehand, sending the ball straight to the baseline corner.
Ruud ran over and reached the ball, but his return shot was shallow. Cheng Che went to the net and volleyed with his backhand.
Breakout.
Cheng Che walked back to his seat, picked up a towel, and wiped his face. His expression was calm, and his breathing was steady.
Ruud sat in his seat, a towel covering his face. Beneath the towel, his shoulders heaved.
Lin Yan said in the broadcast booth, " Cheng Che has broken serve. He's leading 1-0 in the third set. Ruud only won one point in this game, and that point was given to him by Cheng Che's shallow return."
Zhou Zhou chimed in, " Cheng Che's performance is terrifying. He's aggressive on every shot, and Ruud simply can't keep up. And look at his breathing; he's played three sets and hasn't even broken a sweat."
The live chat is going crazy with comments.
Holy crap, is Cheng Che using some kind of cheat code???
[His anticipation of the serve was incredible; he moved the moment Ruud made his move. What incredible reaction speed!]
[ Ruud's hands were shaking, I saw it.]
Not only were his hands shaking, but his eyes were also glazed over. He didn't even run towards that ball just now.
[ Cheng Che: The probing is over. Now let's start recruiting.]
[The commentator swallowed hard, did you hear that?]
[ Lin Yan said Ruud was thinking about how to survive, which made me laugh so hard, but it's really true.]
[The audience was all wiping away sweat; I got nervous just watching.]
This isn't a game of ball; it's a one-sided massacre.
[ Ruud: Was this the same person I beat in the first game? It feels like a completely different person.]
[That gesture of putting his index finger to his lips was so cool, it was like saying "Quiet, I'm about to begin"]
[ The Great Demon King descends, Ruud is utterly defeated.]
In the third set, Cheng Che won 6-1.
The entire dish took only twenty-eight minutes to prepare.
In the game that Ruud took, it was his own service game. Cheng Che returned the ball too shallowly twice, giving away two points.
If it weren't for those two near misses, Ruud might not have gotten a single point.
When the match ended, Ruud walked to the net and shook hands with Cheng Che. His hand was still shaking, but he gripped it tightly.
"Your performance in the third game..." Ruud said, then shook his head, not finishing his sentence.
Cheng Che nodded at him.
Lin Yan took a deep breath in the broadcast booth:
"Match over. Cheng Che defeated Ruud 3-1 to advance to the French Open final. This is his first time playing in the French Open, and he's already reached the final. And the performance in the third set... I've been commentating tennis for twenty years, and I've never seen anything like it."
Zhou Zhou's voice was a little hoarse:
"In the third set, it was 6-1. Ruud only won one game, and in that game, Cheng Che's return shot was too shallow, giving Rude a free point. If Cheng Che hadn't given away those two points, Ruud might not have won a single point."
Li Na paused for a moment, then said:
"His focus in the third set was on a whole new level compared to the first two sets. I don't know how he did it, but in that state, he was unstoppable on clay."
The comments section was so full that the screen was completely obscured.
[Final!!! French Open Final!!!]
[In the third set, Ruud was beaten like an amateur, 6-1]
[I took a screenshot of Cheng Che's gesture of putting his index finger to his lips, it was so cool!]
[ Ruud: Was this the person I beat in the first set???]
[His performance in the third game was like a completely different person. No, it was like he was a different species.]
[ The Great Demon King descends, Ruud is utterly defeated.]
[This was the first time I'd ever seen Ruud with that expression on the field; he was completely outmatched.]
Who will be Zverev's opponent in the final?
[No matter who it is, in Cheng Che's current state, no one can stop him.]
[ French Open Champion, just one more match to go]
Cheng Che walked back to the players' tunnel, where Qin Lie was already waiting. He patted Cheng Che on the shoulder without saying anything, but his expression was complicated.
"What's wrong?" Cheng Che asked.
"Your performance in the third game..." Qin Lie carefully chose his words, "Was a bit frightening."
Cheng Che smiled but didn't reply.
The finals are when he'll unleash his full power.