The big devil in table tennis

Chapter 1306 It’s a bit difficult

The next serve was exactly the same, although Lin Hui adjusted the angle of receiving the ball.

The opponent was jumping excitedly beside the table, while Lin Hui's coach had already stood up, making emergency gestures with both hands.

Sweat slid into my eyes and stung them painfully.

Lin Hui wiped his face vigorously with a towel, and the coach's roar flashed through his mind: "Attack when you encounter a reverse spin! It's better to make mistakes than to be passive!"

Then Lin Hui and the opposing player started a long contest. When the ping-pong ball hit the table with a bang, Lin Hui immediately swung the ball in his hand and hit it directly!

Similarly, the opposing player immediately took action and hit the ping-pong ball directly onto Lin Hui's table with a bang.

Lin Hui's eyes flashed, his steps were staggered like lightning, and he twisted his waist and exerted force at the moment the ball bounced! The racket and the rubber rubbed against each other with a harsh "hiss" sound, and a white light with strong topspin rushed straight to the opponent's corner.

The opponent's sneakers made a sharp sound on the plastic floor, and he almost flew out to save the ball.

The racket almost touched the bottom of the ball, and the ping-pong ball drew a strange arc and trembled dangerously above the net.

"Oh no!" Lin Hui's pupils suddenly contracted.

The ball changed direction and fell down tiltedly like a drunkard. He rushed forward and the racket bounced back from under his crotch.

The audience burst into exclamations, and the ball was lifted high and hit the opponent's table along the sideline.

The opponent player retreated three steps, then suddenly pushed off the ground and jumped up, swinging his arm in an arc like a full moon.

"Bang!" The sound of the explosive impact board was like a bullet leaving the gun, and the speed of the ball was so fast that it left an afterimage on the retina.

As soon as Lin Hui's racket touched the ball, he felt a numbness in the base of his palm. With the crisp sound of the rubber tearing, the ping-pong ball exploded into scattered pieces on the racket surface.

3:2 With the sound of the scoreboard flipping, the opponent player suddenly knelt on one knee, pressing his right shoulder tightly with his left hand.

The slow-motion replay on the big screen showed that his last shot actually caused visible ripples in his shoulder muscles. Lin Hui's towel had long been twisted into a knot, and sweat had accumulated into small puddles under his feet. The mineral water bottle that the coach had crushed suddenly exploded, and the splashing water droplets looked like scattered diamonds under the spotlight.

Lin Hui stared at the broken ping-pong ball on the ground, his ears buzzing.

The cheers in the stadium seemed to be separated by a layer of water curtain, blurry and distant.

He licked his cracked lips and tasted the saltiness of sweat and the rusty smell of blood.

The opponent's player has stood up, the muscles in his right shoulder are still twitching slightly, but his eyes are sharper, like a leopard staring at its prey.

The referee signaled to replace the new ball. Lin Hui took a deep breath and his fingers unconsciously stroked the rubber of the racket, which had been torn by the explosion just now.

"Pah, pah, pah." The opposing player tapped the ball gently, and the rhythm was like a countdown.

Lin Hui bent his knees slightly, lowered his center of gravity, and tensed all the muscles in his body like a bowstring.

Serve!

The ball drew an S-shaped trajectory on the table with a strange side-spin arc.

Lin Hui didn't hesitate and attacked directly! His wrist shook violently the moment he touched the ball, and the ball seemed to be given life, with a strong reverse rotation, rushing straight to the opponent's backhand.

The opponent player reacted very quickly, took a step sideways, and cut the ball diagonally with the racket. With a "swish" sound, the ball bounced back with a backspin.

Lin Hui had anticipated this, leaned forward, and made a sudden charge!

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

The ball flew back and forth between the two of them, so fast that its trajectory was almost invisible.

The cheers from the audience were getting louder and louder. Some people even stood up, clenching their fists as if they were also in this life-and-death duel.

Suddenly, the opponent player changed line!

An unexpected fast break, the ball went straight to Lin Hui.

Lin Hui pushed his feet hard and almost flew sideways, with his racket barely reaching the ball at the maximum distance.

"Uh-huh!"

An incredible save, the ball brushed the net and flew over, lightly touched the opponent's player's table, and then fell rapidly.

The opposing player tried his best to remedy the situation and successfully rescued the ping-pong ball.

A sharp light flashed in Lin Hui's eyes. He quickly adjusted his center of gravity and jumped up again like a spring.

The ball drew a sharp arc in the air, and the opponent player barely managed to hit it back, but the ball was already weak.

"Snapped--!"

A dunk!

The ping-pong ball hit the opponent's corner like a meteor, and the whole place was silent for a moment.

4:2

0.1 second later, the entire venue erupted in thunderous applause and cheers.

Lin Hui clenched his fists, and sweat flowed down his hair in a glittering arc.

"Beautiful!" The coach slapped the backboard on the sidelines, but the sound was drowned out by the boiling noise.

The jumping numbers on the electronic scoreboard were reflected in Lin Hui's eyes. He took a deep breath and wiped the sweat from his brow with his wristband.

Across the table, the opponent was bending over with his knees supported, and most of his jersey on the back was soaked.

The referee signaled for the next ball.

Lin Hui suddenly noticed that his opponent had changed his grip to a strange one, with his thumb and index finger pinching the end of the handle like he was holding a brush.

This detail made his heart tighten. At the national championship last year, the Korean players used this trick to hit a strange side-spin ball.

Fortunately, Lin Hui is serving now. When Lin Hui serves, he first throws the ping-pong ball high in his palm.

The ping-pong ball came whizzing in with an exaggerated spin, drawing a strange arc in the air.

The opponent narrowed his eyes, leaned forward slightly, and hit the ball with his racket at a tricky angle.

"Snapped!"

The moment the ball touched the rubber, the opponent's player shook his wrist and actually cut the high-speed spinning ball back.

The ball hit the net and bounced to an almost invisible height on the table.

"Good shot!" The teammates watching the game on the sidelines burst into exclamations.

Lin Hui's pupils shrank slightly, and his steps moved like a ghost. Just before the ball was about to touch the table for the second time, he took a step forward and lifted the ball with the racket at a nearly vertical angle. The white ball flew high over the net, drawing a perfect parabola.

The other player sneered. This was the opportunity he had been waiting for.

He took a half step back, his body compressed like a spring, then bounced up suddenly, and slammed the tennis racket down with his right hand with a sound of breaking through the air!

"boom!"

The ball hit the table on Lin Hui's side like a cannonball, and then flew out of the court at an almost horizontal angle.

Lin Hui didn't even have time to react and could only watch the scoreboard flip to 4:3

Another point caught up!

"Beautiful!" The opposing player's coach growled with his fists clenched on the sidelines.

Lin Hui took a deep breath and wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead with his jersey.

The stadium was hot and humid, and sweat soaked his back, but he could feel his heartbeat was still steady and strong. "Lin Hui, stay steady." He silently repeated the coach's pre-match instructions in his mind, "Don't let him lead the rhythm."

He bent down, picked up the ping-pong ball that had rolled to his feet, and rubbed it gently in his palm.

The surface of the ball was already a little sticky, which was a testament to the high-intensity confrontation. He looked up at the other player, who was looking at him provocatively, and his right racket was hitting his thigh rhythmically.

Then he threw the ball high up in the air, higher than usual, almost touching the lights at the top of the gym.

This exaggerated action caused a commotion in the audience.

At the moment the ball reaches the highest point, the opponent's body is tensed like a bowstring, the waist twists to drive the arm, and the racket cuts towards the falling ping-pong ball at a strange angle.

"Zi——"

With a harsh friction sound, the ball flew towards the opponent's table with an almost visible spin.

This was not an ordinary side spin, but the signature serve "Tornado" that the opponent had practiced for two years. The ball suddenly dropped after passing the net, and after hitting the table, it did not bounce forward, but moved strangely to the right.

Lin Hui was well prepared, he predicted the direction of the serve, but he was still surprised by the change of direction of the ball after it landed. He barely blocked the ball back, but the quality of the return was not high, giving the opponent a great opportunity to attack.

Lin Hui did not hesitate and made a forehand quick attack directly into the opponent's backhand blind spot.

The other player's face was gloomy. He stared at Lin Hui for a few seconds and thought to himself: The champion is just like this.

Just after thinking this, Lin Hui's attack became fierce. The ball flew across the table like lightning and went straight to the opponent's backhand blind spot.

However, the opponent was prepared. He slipped and made a sharp backhand slice, and the ball flew back with a strong spin.

Lin Hui's eyes narrowed, and he quickly adjusted his position. He shook his wrist and tried to fight back with a counter-attack.

But the ball suddenly fell at the moment it touched the racket, and he was forced to bend down to save the ball and barely picked it up.

The opponent seized the opportunity and made a fierce smash, and the ball hit Lin Hui's forehand space like a cannonball.

There was an exclamation from the audience.

Lin Hui's body was as fast as the wind. He took a step sideways, and at the moment when the ball was about to hit the ground, it brushed the net and flew towards the opponent's table.

The opponent obviously didn't expect this move and returned the ball hastily, causing it to bounce high.

Lin Hui seized the opportunity, jumped up, gathered all his strength in his arms, and made a powerful smash.

"Bang!" The ball hit the opponent's corner and bounced out of the court.

The whole audience was silent for a second, and then burst into thunderous applause. The opponent stood there, his face became even gloomier, but after a flash of complex emotions in his eyes, he immediately hit the ping-pong ball onto Lin Hui's table, cleanly and neatly.

Lin Hui was slightly stunned. He didn't expect the opponent to restart the game so quickly without giving him a chance to breathe.

He quickly adjusted his breathing and stared at the opponent's wrist movements. This ball might not be easy.

Sure enough, when the opponent served, his wrist shook, and the ball flew rapidly with a strange side spin. After landing on the table, it suddenly turned towards Lin Hui's forehand at a large angle.

Lin Hui reacted very quickly. He took a step forward and quickly hit the ball back with his forehand.

However, the opponent seemed to have already calculated the route of his return ball. He turned sideways in advance and made a backhand rush. The ball went straight into the middle of Lin Hui like a sharp arrow!

"Snap!" Lin Hui barely blocked it back, but the speed and rotation of the ball made it difficult for him to control, and the returned ball was slightly high.

A cold light flashed in the opponent's eyes, and he jumped up without hesitation, launching a powerful forehand attack.

"Bang!" The ball hit Lin Hui's table like a cannonball, and then bounced towards his chest. Lin Hui subconsciously dodged sideways, and the ball brushed the corner of his clothes and flew out of bounds.

The referee announced the score loudly at 4:4, and the audience was in an uproar.

As soon as the referee announced the score, the opponent stood back in front of the table, gently stroking the ping-pong ball with his fingertips, his eyes cold and focused.

Lin Hui bent his knees slightly, lowered his center of gravity, held the racket horizontally, and breathed steadily and long.

"Snap!" A sharp backspin ball came flying rapidly, brushing the net and heading straight for Lin Hui's backhand.

Lin Hui reacted extremely quickly. He flipped his wrist, cut the ball diagonally, and used the force to hit the ball back lightly.

The ball rubbed lightly against the opponent's table and bounced up with a strange spin.

The opponent frowned, was forced to take a half step back, and barely managed to hit a high ball.

Lin Hui's eyes flashed, and he attacked sideways without hesitation, with a powerful forehand burst, "Bang!" The ball hit the opponent's table like a meteor. The opponent tried to block it hastily, but the ball flew directly out of the table.

5:4 The audience cheered and someone shouted, "Lin Hui! Hold on!"

However, the opponent's expression did not fluctuate at all. He bent down to pick up the ball, his eyes as cold as ice.

In the next ball, he served a very short side topspin, and Lin Hui stepped forward and made a short serve. In an instant, the two of them were entangled in a fast attack near the table.

"Pah! Pah! Pah!" The speed of the ball was getting faster and faster, like two silver lights intertwining and flashing on the table.

The opponent's offensive was like a violent storm, and every board carried a strong sense of oppression, forcing Lin Hui to retreat continuously.

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

Lin Hui turned quickly, his body almost flew sideways, and he barely hooked the ball back.

The opponent sneered, seized the opportunity and slammed the ball, which hit Lin Hui heavily.

Lin Hui's pupils suddenly contracted, and the moment his opponent dunked, his body reacted instinctively.

His knees suddenly sank, and his whole body jumped diagonally backward like a spring, and the racket left a silver afterimage in the air.

"Snapped!"

A breathtaking counterattack! The ball returned at a nearly right angle, brushing the edge of the net and hitting the opponent's table hard.

The opponent obviously did not expect this stroke of genius. In his haste, he didn't even have time to straighten his racket before the ping-pong ball whizzed past his ear like a bullet.

"5-!" The referee's voice was a little out of tune.

After a brief silence, the entire venue erupted into deafening cheers. Some spectators stood up excitedly, and the commentator spoke quickly: "Incredible! Lin Hui completed this counter-attack with his body almost completely unbalanced!"

The opponent's expression finally changed.

When he bent down to pick up the ball, his fingers trembled slightly. Lin Hui keenly caught this detail - a crack appeared in the opponent's psychological defense.

It's Lin Hui's turn to serve.

He exhaled slowly, and suddenly his wrist shook, and he served a seemingly ordinary short ball. Just as his opponent was about to hit the ball, the ping-pong ball drifted strangely sideways on the table - this was a "ghost serve" with strong side spin! The opponent's racket face suddenly spun, and the return ball floated high.

Lin Hui did not give the other party any chance to breathe, and he was like a cheetah.

With a flick of his wrist, he launched a very concealed side hook.

The opponent was a little hesitant in receiving the serve, and the quality of the return was not high. Lin Hui seized the opportunity and made a quick diagonal shot, which went straight to the opponent's backhand corner.

The opponent barely managed to save the ball, and Lin Hui immediately changed direction.

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