The big devil in table tennis

Just as the score was about to change, the opposing player finally reacted and subconsciously made a move to save the ball.

When seeing such a ball coming towards him, Lin Hui was a little shocked, but he immediately made a judgment and hit the ping-pong ball again.

However, the opponent's extreme save obviously disrupted Lin Hui's rhythm.

The ball was spinning irregularly, and its trajectory on the table was difficult to predict.

Although Lin Hui hit the ball back based on his instinctive reaction, the quality of the return ball was obviously reduced. The speed of the ball was half a beat slower and the angle was not tricky enough.

The opponent obviously seized this opportunity. His eyes flashed, his body quickly adjusted its position, and his arm swung out like a whip, with a fierce smash straight into Lin Hui's backhand corner!

Lin Hui's heart tightened and he moved sideways quickly, but he was still half a step too slow.

The ball hit the edge of the racket and flew out of the court, hitting the ground heavily with a crisp "click" sound.

The score was eventually rewritten.

8:6

The other player took a deep breath, squeezed his numb wrist, and his eyes became sharper.

He bent his body slightly, gently turned the racket on his fingertips, and his eyes were fixed on every subtle movement of Lin Hui.

The spectators on the sidelines held their breath, and the only sound in the entire arena was the crisp sound of the ping-pong ball bouncing on the rubber board.

Lin Hui also adjusted his breathing, his fingers unconsciously stroking the rubber surface of the racket.

He could feel that his opponent's momentum had changed. The reversal of the previous goal seemed to have ignited the opponent's fighting spirit.

"Snapped!"

The opponent player served the ball, a low, fast, short spin ball going straight to Lin Hui.

Lin Hui reacted very quickly. He took a step forward and flicked his wrist lightly. The ball drew a high arc and landed steadily in the center of the table.

The opponent's eyes flashed, and he attacked sideways without hesitation, hitting a violent loop ball directly at Lin Hui.

The ball whizzed past like a cannonball, but the opponent seemed to have expected it. He moved sideways like a ghost and quickly tore the ball with his backhand, causing the ball to rebound at an even faster speed!

"boom!"

As soon as Lin Hui's racket touched the ball, he felt a huge impact force coming from the racket face.

He gritted his teeth, flicked his wrist, and barely blocked the ball back.

However, the return ball had a high arc and slowed down, which undoubtedly gave the opponent a great opportunity.

Sure enough, a cold light flashed in the opponent's eyes, and he instantly lowered his center of gravity like a cheetah, pulled his right arm back, and gathered all his strength in his wrist.

The next second, he suddenly pushed off the ground and turned his waist, swung the racket out with a sound of breaking through the air!

"Snapped!"

The ping-pong ball almost deformed the moment it touched the racket, turning into a beam of white light and shooting straight towards Lin Hui.

Lin Hui dived sideways with all his might, and his racket rushed forward, but only touched a wisp of air.

8:7

The referee's voice exploded simultaneously with the exclamations of the audience.

The opponent clenched his fist and growled, beads of sweat on his forehead glistening in the light.

Lin Hui leaned on the table and breathed slightly, looking at the ping-pong ball that was still trembling on the sidelines - it was like a small cannonball, leaving a faint gray track on the rubber floor.

The coach on the sidelines quietly made a pause gesture.

When Lin Hui walked to the baffle, he found that fine water droplets were condensing on the wall of his mineral water bottle, just like the cold sweat oozing out of his back at the moment. There were discussions from the audience: "That explosive arc loop has a rotation speed of at least 9000 revolutions per minute."

"It's crazy to play like this in a crucial point."

Lin Hui took a deep breath and wiped his sweaty palms with a towel.

The coach came closer and lowered his voice, "Don't let him lead the rhythm. Keep an eye on his backhand. He has a little habit when he connects."

Before he finished speaking, the referee's whistle sounded again.

At this moment, the air seemed to freeze, the entire venue was silent, and only the faint sound of the ping-pong ball bouncing gently on the table could be heard.

The opposing player bent his body, his eyes as sharp as a hawk, and gently tossed the ball in his hand.

"Snapped!"

A strange side-spin serve went straight to Lin Hui's forehand triangle.

Lin Hui had predicted this in advance, and he took a step forward, twisted and pulled the ball, making it draw a tricky arc and directly approaching the opponent's chasing position!

The opponent obviously didn't expect this shot to be so fierce. He could only turn sideways in a hurry and hit a high loop with his backhand.

Lin Hui's eyes flashed with brilliance, and his whole body leaped up like a spring. He stretched his arms back to the limit, and the strength of his waist and abdomen exploded instantly!

"boom!"

A textbook forehand burst, the ball fell to the ground like a meteorite, leaving an afterimage on the opponent's table, and then smashed hard into the ground!

9:7

Lin Hui scored the goal.

The whole audience was boiling! The opponent's expression finally changed. He lowered his head to look at his slightly trembling wrist. When he looked up again, a rare waver flashed in his eyes.

Lin Hui slowly exhaled a breath, and the knuckles of his fingers turning white from the force he exerted on the racket.

He knew that the balance of victory and defeat was quietly tilting at this moment...

Lin Hui stood in front of the table, his eyes locked on his opponent like a knife.

He could clearly see the beads of sweat oozing from the opponent's brows and the slightly rising and falling chest. This opponent who had always been as calm as a machine now had a disordered breathing rhythm.

Lin Hui deliberately slowed down his movements and slowly wiped the racket with the hem of his jersey. Every second of delay was like a blunt knife cutting flesh, exerting invisible pressure.

Your opponent's toes begin to tap the ground unconsciously, which is a sign of anxiety.

Before serving, Lin Hui suddenly raised his eyes and a barely perceptible sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He had practiced this expression in front of the mirror thousands of times, and it had to be subtle enough, like the moment of hesitation before a predator bared its fangs.

Sure enough, the opponent's pupils suddenly contracted, and the fingers holding the racket tightened and loosened unconsciously.

"Snapped!"

It seemed like an ordinary counter-spin serve, but it actually added hidden power the moment it touched the board.

The ball trembled strangely as it passed the net, like a poker master hiding a trump card when shuffling the cards.

The opponent attacked reflexively, but hesitated at the moment of swinging the racket. He was not sure whether the ball was a trap.

It is this 0.1 second hesitation that causes the quality of the return ball to drop sharply.

Lin Hui was like a cheetah that had been waiting for a long time, and he shot the ball straight to the baseline with a backhand.

When the opponent staggered to save the ball, his racket hit the corner of the table with a "click" - this player, who has always been known for his precision, almost made a rare mistake in his career.

Amid the exclamations from the audience, Lin Hui heard the other party curse in his native language.

When he saw his opponent standing firmly in front of the table again, his eyes had changed like a wolf cornered, with a desperate and ruthless look.

He suddenly raised his hand and pushed the wet bangs back, revealing his eyes burning with fighting spirit.

This move caused a commotion in the audience. It was his signature move, meaning he was about to enter "killing mode."

"boom!"

A serve with a speed of over 100 kilometers per hour was launched directly towards Lin Hui's center. The moment the ball exploded on the table, Lin Hui even felt a small air current blowing towards him. He barely blocked it, but his opponent had already predicted it and moved sideways like a ghost, with a forehand "King Twist", and the ball flew straight to the sideline with a terrifying sideways arc!

Lin Hui flew to save the ball, and his racket reached the ball at the critical moment, but the return ball bounced high.

"boom!"

The opponent seized the opportunity, leaped into the air, swung his arms and delivered a violent smash.

The ping-pong ball hit the table on Lin Hui's side like a cannonball, and then was hit back by Lin Hui! There was a loud "clang" sound!

The ping-pong ball left a trail of afterimage on the table, and Lin Hui's vision could hardly keep up with the speed of the ball.

The opponent's "ghost step" was indeed activated, his figure swayed left and right like a phantom, and his racket reflected a cold silver light under the light.

"laugh--"

With an extremely fast lob hit inside the table, the ball brushed past the net and turned sideways strangely the moment it landed on the table!

Lin Hui's muscle memory was faster than thinking. He suddenly turned sideways and responded with a backhand "King Twist". The ball, with a violent side spin, went straight to the opponent's forehand corner.

"Snapped!"

The opponent actually forced himself to turn sideways at the limit and rushed with his forehand! The ball blasted towards Lin Hui's backhand like a cannonball, and the table was even shaken slightly.

Lin Hui gritted his teeth and retreated. At the moment when he almost lost his balance, he flicked his wrist and cut out an ultra-thin downward spin.

"Shh-"

The ball passed the net lightly, but bounced back quickly after hitting the table!

"Return the jump ball?!" There was a burst of exclamations from the audience.

The opponent obviously didn't expect this move. He stepped forward hastily and managed to lift the ball, but his return was high and slow.

A cold light flashed in Lin Hui's eyes, and he leaped into the air like a cheetah, swung his arms, and slammed down with a "meteorite smash"!

"boom--!"

Lin Hui's "meteorite smash" fell like thunder, but his opponent took a step sideways in a flash and blocked it with his racket at an almost impossible angle.

The ping-pong ball drew a strange zigzag line and actually brushed past the edge of the net!

"What?!" Lin Hui's pupils suddenly shrank, and his body instinctively dived forward to save the ball, with the racket barely missing the ball when it was thirty centimeters above the ground.

The ball hit the top edge of the net and swayed and flipped over.

The audience held their collective breath.

The opponent sneered, and flashed to the front of the table like a ghost. At the moment when the ball was about to fall for the second time, his wrist shook violently!

A ball that could be called an art was thrown high up with exaggerated backspin, but it fell rapidly after passing the net!

Lin Hui was unable to retreat in time and could only watch the ball lightly touch his own half of the table before bouncing back to the other side's half.

"Mirror return! It's a mirror return!" The commentator almost broke his voice.

A sharp smile suddenly appeared on Lin Hui's lips.

While the audience was still exclaiming at this "mirror return", his racket had already drawn a silver arc.

"Snapped!"

It was a seemingly light lob shot inside the table, but the ball seemed to be cast by magic and suddenly split into two afterimages the moment it passed the net!

"Double Shadow Ball!" the commentator screamed.

The opponent's pupils contracted violently, but his body reflexively pounced towards one of the trajectories.

The moment the racket touched the air, the opponent's heart sank suddenly. It was an illusion! The real ball was passing through the blind spot under his armpit with strong topspin!

Then the opponent's racket cut through the air, making a sharp whistling sound.

His body leaned forward due to inertia, and he watched the illusory afterimage disappear before his eyes.

The audience erupted in deafening exclamations.

The real ping-pong ball changed its trajectory strangely after hitting the net, and like a nimble swift, it flew past the blind spot under his armpit.

The moment the ball bounced on the table, Sato even heard a slight "hissing" sound from the friction between the rubber and the wooden table.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on the opponent's forehead.

He stood up and wiped his palms with the hem of his jersey. The lights in the stadium suddenly became dazzling, making him dizzy. He could feel his heartbeat so loud that it seemed to burst through his chest.

Lin Hui on the opposite side curled up the corners of his mouth slightly, and there was a dangerous light flashing in his narrow eyes.

He gently tossed the ping-pong ball in his hand, and the white ball drew silver tracks under the spotlight.

The other player took a deep breath at this moment and forced himself to calm down.

He bent down, supported his hands on his knees, and stared at the ball in Wang Hao's hands.

This serve belongs to Lin Hui, and that strange "double shadow ball" is likely to appear again.

The audience gradually quieted down and everyone held their breath.

Lin Hui threw the ball high up. When the ball reached the highest point, the opponent noticed that his wrist had a slight tremor. This was the starting position of the "Double Shadow Ball"!

The moment the ping-pong ball touches the racket, the opponent's body has instinctively moved to the left.

But unexpectedly, the ball did not split, but instead came towards his forehand in a straight line!

The opponent player turned around hastily and barely blocked the ball with his backhand.

But the quality of this ball was extremely poor and it flew high towards the opponent's table.

Lin Hui's eyes flashed, and he seized the opportunity to dunk. The ping-pong ball hit the opponent's table like a cannonball.

The racket cut through the air, creating a sharp sound of wind.

However, the ping-pong ball slowed down strangely the moment it touched the table, as if it was blocked by some invisible force, and bounced lightly.

"Short ball!" the commentator exclaimed.

Lin Hui's pupils shrank, and his body had already rushed forward due to the inertia of the dunk. It was too late to adjust his pace.

He leaned forward suddenly, extending his racket as far as possible, trying to pick up the ball before it fell a second time.

The ball brushed the edge of the racket and flew high into the air, drawing a weak arc.

The opponent's mouth corner slightly raised, his feet quickly retreated, his arms swung like a whip, and a fierce side spin burst directly attacked Lin Hui's backhand corner!

"Oh no!" Lin Hui's heart sank. His body was still unbalanced and he had no time to return to defense.

boom!

The ball hit the corner of the table heavily and flew out of bounds with a strong side turn.

9:8

The whole audience was silent for a moment, and then burst into deafening cheers. The opponent clenched his fists and roared, his eyes as sharp as a knife.

Lin Hui slowly stood up, his breathing was slightly disordered, but his eyes became calmer.

The opposing player then serves.

The sound of the ping-pong ball bouncing on the table is crisp and short, like a beating heart.

The opposing player gently rubbed the rubber of the racket with his thumb, feeling the fine particles on it.

Sweat ran down his temple and hung at his chin.

The opponent player made a side spin and went straight to Lin Hui's backhand.

Lin Hui was well prepared. He leaned his body sideways, slightly adjusted the angle of the racket, and made a beautiful twist and pull.

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