The big devil in table tennis

Even so, it still cannot change the opponent's determination to catch up with Lin Hui, because there is only a difference of 2 points, which is worth it for him to fight hard.

Later, when he played cross-court with Lin Hui, he found that his opponent's pupils suddenly contracted, but the corners of his mouth raised a deeper arc. He retreated half a step, his shoes scraped a sharp friction sound on the rubber floor, and his wrist holding the racket turned inward at a strange angle - it was not like a regular ball receiving posture at all, but more like a martial arts starting posture.

The vibrating ping-pong ball exploded with a visible air wave the moment it touched the racket.

Lin Hui felt his eardrum being pricked by an invisible needle, and the flying sphere actually drew a snake-like trajectory in the air.

The speed of the ball was not actually very fast, but each change of direction was accompanied by teeth-grinding infrasound, and Lin Hui's retina was left with a double image caused by the high-frequency vibration of the ball.

The rhythm of the ping-pong ball bouncing on the table is like some kind of strange heartbeat.

Lin Hui's palms were covered in cold sweat as he gripped the racket. He could feel his temples throbbing. It wasn't nervousness, but some kind of physiological rejection reaction.

Then Lin Hui blinked, trying to dispel the lingering double images on his retina.

The contestant on the other side had a blank expression on his face, his eyes appearing an unnatural light grey under the harsh lights of the gym.

The opponent throws the ball and swings the racket.

The action seemed ordinary, but Lin Hui knew that what was about to happen was extraordinary.

The moment the ping-pong ball leaves the racket, the air seems to be torn apart.

The sphere traced an S-shaped trajectory in the air in a way that violated the laws of physics, while emitting a teeth-grinding buzzing sound.

Lin Hui's eardrum felt like it was pierced by a fine needle, and a sharp pain shot from his temple to the back of his head.

"Hiss——" He instinctively turned his head, the ball flew past his ear, and exploded a circle of visible air waves on the baffle behind him.

The audience burst into exclamations.

Lin Hui supported his body with the racket and gasped.

This was no ordinary table tennis match, but a one-sided physical torture.

Every serve from the opponent was accompanied by this strange infrasonic attack. Lin Hui's vision had begun to blur, and the disturbing sound kept echoing in his ears.

Lin Hui gritted his teeth and continued.

The other person's mouth corners slightly raised.

This time he tossed the ball higher and his swing was more exaggerated.

The moment the ping-pong ball left the racket, Lin Hui saw tiny cracks appear on the surface of the ball, as if it could not withstand some kind of internal pressure.

The trajectory of the ball was no longer a simple snake shape, but split into three blurred images in the air.

Lin Hui widened his eyes, trying to figure out which one was the real sphere, but the three images were vibrating at high frequencies, emitting infrasound waves of different frequencies.

Lin Hui staggered back, swinging his racket weakly but only hitting the air.

10:9

Lin Hui stared at his opponent, who was looking back at him with an almost pity look.

The opponent's fingers tapped lightly on the handle of the racket, making a regular clicking sound.

He threw the ball again. This time, the ping-pong ball remained completely still in the air for a second before shooting straight toward Lin Hui at the speed of a bullet.

Lin Hui pushed the ground hard with his left foot and swung his right hand like a whip, and the racket drew a silver light in the air.

"Bang!" The orange ping-pong ball shot towards the opponent's table like a bullet, exploding on the rubber with a crisp sound.

The opponent's eyes narrowed, and his black sneakers spun rapidly on the plastic floor, making a harsh friction sound.

He sliced ​​the ball with his backhand, and the ball flew back in a strange arc, and a wisp of light blue smoke suddenly rose on the table.

Lin Hui quickly retreated three steps, and the back of his sweatshirt was instantly soaked with dark marks of sweat, but he still stared at the ball spinning in the air.

"Bang!" Another slam dunk, and the ping-pong ball turned into a blurred afterimage between the two people.

The boards around the table trembled slightly with each hit, and the scoreboard rattled.

In the audience, people unconsciously moved their heads left and right, as if they were doing a silent cervical spine exercise. The referee adjusted his glasses, and the white trail left by the ping-pong ball was reflected on the lenses.

The crowd in the audience held their breath, their eyes closely following the small orange ball flying back and forth between the two ends of the table.

"boom!"

Lin Hui made another fierce smash, and the ping-pong ball tore through the air like a bullet, hitting the opponent's table hard and bouncing rapidly.

The opponent's pupils suddenly contracted, but his steps did not fluctuate at all. His black sneakers braked suddenly on the plastic floor, making a harsh friction sound.

He suddenly turned his wrist and intercepted the ball accurately with his racket. The ball drew a strange arc and passed through the net!

Lin Hui's heart tightened and his body leaned forward instinctively. He swept the racket almost across the ground and barely lifted the ball.

However, the ball was returned hastily, giving the opponent an excellent opportunity to counterattack.

The opponent's mouth slightly raised, and his eyes lit up with a burning desire to fight. He was waiting for this moment!

His mind was echoing with the coach’s pre-match instructions: "Lin Hui's weakness lies in the change of rhythm after consecutive fast breaks. You have to force him to make mistakes!" And now is the best time!

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

The ping-pong ball flew back and forth between the two people, and every collision was accompanied by a crisp popping sound.

The opponent's attack became more and more fierce, with forehand pulls and backhand quick flicks, each shot with strong rotation, forcing Lin Hui to retreat continuously.

Sweat slid down his forehead, hit the table, and instantly evaporated into fine water vapor.

Lin Hui could feel that the other party's eyes had changed. They were no longer tentative, but focused like a hunter locking onto his prey.

"He wants to overtake!" Lin Hui gritted his teeth and kept adjusting his pace, trying to regain control of the rhythm.

But the opponent's ball was extremely tricky, sometimes long, sometimes short, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, making him run around in a hurry.

There were low exclamations from the audience, and some began to whisper, "Is Lin Hui going to lose?"

No, absolutely impossible!

Lin Hui took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

He stared at his opponent's slightly trembling wrist, a sign of excessive physical exertion.

"He's holding on too!"

In the next ball, Lin Hui suddenly changed his strategy. He no longer relied on speed, but instead made a short shot. The ping-pong ball passed the net lightly and bounced lightly on the opponent's table.

The opponent obviously did not expect this change and rushed forward to save the ball, but due to unstable center of gravity, the ball was returned too high.

"It's now!"

A cold light flashed in Lin Hui's eyes, and all the strength in his body burst out instantly, and his right arm swung out like a whip!

"boom--!!!"

The ping-pong ball hit the opponent's table like a cannonball, but the opponent hit the ball over and it hit the ground just off the edge!

"10:10! Draw!"

The whole audience was boiling in an instant!

The referee's voice penetrated the noise and reached Lin Hui's ears clearly.

His pupils contracted slightly, his chest heaved due to his intense breathing, and sweat dripped down his chin onto the table, making a slight "tapping" sound.

He caught up.

The opposing player stood at the other end of the table, also panting, but his eyes were sharper than before.

He slowly raised his arm, wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, and a faint sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

“Finally… caught up.

This sentence was like a needle that pierced Lin Hui's nerves. He clenched the racket tightly, and his knuckles turned white from the force.

Don't give him a chance!

The referee signaled the match to continue, and Lin Hui took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. He leaned forward slightly, his eyes like a hawk, watching every subtle movement of his opponent.

"boom!"

The opponent served the ball, a low and fast ball going straight to Lin Hui's backhand.

Lin Hui reacted very quickly, turning sideways and making a quick backhand flick, and the ping-pong ball returned like lightning.

The opponent was prepared. He took a step forward and pulled with his forehand!

"Pah!" The ball, with strong topspin, drew an arc and hit Lin Hui's corner. Lin Hui turned quickly and barely lifted the ball, but the quality of the return was not high.

The opponent's eyes flashed with brilliance, and he jumped up without hesitation and made a thunderous smash!

"boom--!!"

The ping-pong ball hit Lin Hui's table like a meteorite. Lin Hui gritted his teeth, stepped back, and swung his racket with all his might.

"Snapped!"

The racket barely touched the ball, but the return ball flew high and headed straight for the opponent's table...

The audience held their breath and stared at the small ball that drew a parabola in the air.

"Boom!"

The ping-pong ball hit the edge of the table and bounced lightly.

"11:10!"

The opposing player has overtaken!

Lin Hui's breathing stagnated, and the only sound in his ears was the sound of his own violent heartbeat.

Sweat slid down Lin Hui's forehead, dripped onto the table, and splashed tiny water droplets.

He clenched his racket tightly, his knuckles turning white from the effort.

The air in the stadium seemed to freeze, and the noise of the audience turned into a buzzing sound in his ears.

He took a deep breath, bent down and picked up the ping-pong ball that had rolled to his feet.

The opponent's eyes were sharp and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

Lin Hui knew that the other party was waiting for him to collapse.

The score of "11:10" flashed glaringly on the scoreboard.

Before serving, the opponent glanced at Lin Hui with a hint of provocation in his eyes. He flicked his wrist and threw the ball high into the air.

**“Pah!”**

A very fast backspin ball went straight to Lin Hui's backhand!

Lin Hui made a mistake in his steps, and his body tilted slightly, and his racket met the ball accurately. He pressed his wrist, and the ball flew past the net and bounced lightly on the opponent's table.

The opponent obviously didn't expect him to catch it so steadily, and he hurriedly returned the ball, causing it to bounce high.

Lin Hui's eyes focused, his muscles tensed, he took a step forward, and swung his arms like a whip.

"boom!"

A dunk! The ball hit the opponent's table like a cannonball and bounced far away.

"11:11!"

The whole place was boiling instantly, and the audience burst into warm applause. Lin Hui clenched his fists and growled, but his eyes became calmer.

The opponent's expression changed, the confident smile disappeared, replaced by a hint of panic.

The real battle begins now.

Before serving, Lin Hui wiped the sweat from his palms with his jersey.

He remembered what his coach said: "At the critical moment, it's not the technology that matters, it's here." The coach tapped his temple at that time.

The ball was thrown up and fell down with a spin.

Lin Hui flicked his wrist, and the ball drew a strange arc. The opponent hurriedly hit back, and the ball barely passed the net.

Lin Hui took a step forward and struck out with his forehand.

The moment the racket touches the ping-pong ball, a crisp "pop" sound is heard.

Lin Hui's forehand shot was like a flash of white lightning, heading straight for the opponent's backhand blind spot.

The opponent's reaction was astonishingly fast. His body was almost parallel to the ground, his arms were stretched to the limit, and his racket touched the ball at the last moment.

The ball bounced high, drew a parabola, and landed on Lin Hui's table.

"Chance ball!" someone in the audience shouted.

Lin Hui's pupils shrank slightly, and all the muscles in his body tensed instantly. He took a half step back, stretched his right arm back, and prepared for a killer spike. Just as he was about to swing his racket, he saw from the corner of his eye that his opponent had stood up straight, with a barely visible smile on his face.

Lin Hui intuitively felt that something was wrong.

At the critical moment, he made an impromptu change of tactics, changing the originally powerful smash into a light short swing.

The ball fell rapidly as soon as it passed the net. The opponent player obviously did not expect this change. He staggered forward and barely picked up the ball.

Lin Hui clenched his fists and silently said to himself, "Hold on." He turned and walked to the edge of the table, wiping the sweat off his palms with his jersey again.

The opponent player stood opposite, wiping his racket with a towel, a sinister look in his eyes.

Lin Hui could see the bulging veins on his temples and the tension in his neck muscles.

This made Lin Hui's fingers tremble slightly subconsciously.

Lin Hui took a deep breath and remembered what his coach once said: "When your opponent attacks you psychologically, it means he is already afraid."

The entire stadium seemed to be quiet, and everyone was waiting for this point with bated breath.

Lin Hui threw the ball, it was an ordinary side spin, seemingly harmless.

The opponent player fought back easily and the two entered a stalemate.

The ping-pong ball flew back and forth on the table, getting faster and faster, and the sounds became continuous.

Suddenly, the opponent changed the ball's direction and the ball went straight to Lin Hui's forehand corner.

Lin Hui flew to save the ball and barely managed to get it back to the opponent's table.

The opponent player seized the opportunity and made a slam dunk.

Lin Hui almost lay on the ground and blocked the ball with his racket. Miraculously, the ball hit the net and landed on the opponent's table.

The opponent player obviously didn't expect that the ball could be returned.

Then he hit the ball.

The opponent player hurriedly returned the ball, which bounced high and drew an arc.

Lin Hui suddenly jumped up from the ground, seized this fleeting opportunity, and made a fierce smash.

"Snapped!"

The ball hit the opponent's corner like lightning.

The ping-pong ball drew a sharp white light on the table, and Lin Hui's racket made a harsh "hissing" sound as it rubbed against the rubber.

The opponent's pupils suddenly contracted. He obviously did not expect that this net ball that was almost sticking to the net bag could be saved.

"Oh no!" the opponent player cried out, and in a hurry he could only rely on muscle memory to block the ball with his racket.

The feel of the ping-pong ball bouncing on the racket told him that he was completely out of control with this return.

The ball bounced high, and under the glaring overhead lights of the gymnasium, it drew a shaky parabola, like a kite with a broken string.

Lin Hui's knees still felt the burning sensation from the friction with the floor when he saved the ball.

His sneakers screeched as they screeched to a halt on the floor, and the rubber texture on the soles left clear marks on the flooring.

Just as the ball reached its highest point, he suddenly jumped up from the ground, his calf muscles stretched into a perfect arc, and his whole body suddenly released like a spring compressed to the extreme.

"Hah!" Accompanied by a short roar, Lin Hui's racket chopped down at a nearly vertical angle.

At the moment the ping-pong ball hits the carbon racket surface, the air is shaken into visible ripples.

The loud bang echoed in the stadium, and the ball turned into a blurred afterimage, tearing through the air with rotation.

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