The big devil in table tennis

Chapter 1309: The Victory Is Immediately Determined
The opponent retreated hastily and barely blocked the ball, but the ball bounced high, giving Lin Hui an excellent attacking opportunity.

Lin Hui did not hesitate. The pain in his left leg seemed to be forgotten at this moment. He stepped sideways and swung the racket down fiercely.

"Snapped!"

The ping-pong ball hit the opponent's corner of the table like a flash of white lightning.

The opponent barely had time to react.

At this moment, the audience was completely boiling with excitement. Some people even jumped up and waved flags to cheer for both sides.

Even more nervous than the audience was Lin Hui's coach, who was clutching a towel tightly on the sidelines until his knuckles turned white.

At this moment, Lin Hui's left knee was still aching slightly, but at this moment, his attention was completely focused on the small white ping-pong ball.

The opponent wiped the sweat off his face, and a trace of struggle flashed in his eyes.

He lowered his head and stared at the racket, as if thinking about the final strategy.

After a few seconds, he raised his head and suddenly gave Lin Hui a barely perceptible smile.

Lin Hui frowned.

The opponent hit an extremely concealed short ball with reverse spin. The ball fell almost touching the net, bounced lightly, and had a strange side spin.

Lin Hui made a split-second misjudgment and his return was slightly too high

This is the moment the opponent has been waiting for!
He suddenly turned sideways, swung his arm like a whip, and sent a fierce arc ball straight into Lin Hui's blind spot!

Lin Hui's pupils shrank, but his body reacted instinctively.

He pushed the ground hard with his left foot, and almost flew sideways, and his racket barely reached the ball at the last moment.

"boom!"

The ball flew past the net, lightly touched the opponent's table, and then fell down weakly.

The opponent was unable to save the ball, and the racket passed through the air in vain.

The whole audience was silent for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, deafening cheers broke out!
Lin Hui's eyes condensed, and his body quickly squatted down like a spring, and the racket drew a silver arc in the air. Just when the ping-pong ball was about to brush the corner of the table, he shook his wrist violently.

"Snapped!"

The ball spun rapidly as if under a spell, brushing the net and flying into the opponent's blind spot.

The audience exclaimed again, and some even stood up from their seats. The opponent stumbled to the right, and the racket barely reached the ball but hit the net, and the ball bounced lightly in front of the net.

"Good shot!" the coach shouted with his fist clenched on the sidelines.

Beads of sweat appeared on Lin Hui's forehead, but the corners of his mouth were already raised in a determined arc.

He caught a glimpse of his opponent frantically wiping the sweat dripping onto his eyelashes, and when he served, he deliberately tapped the ping-pong ball three times on the table, a signal that he was about to launch his signature loop shot.

At the other end of the table, the opponent's knees trembled slightly unconsciously.

The return shot just now left a faint scratch on the rubber surface, like a provocative scar.

The referee adjusted his glasses, and the entire stadium suddenly became so quiet that the hum of the air conditioner could be heard.

Lin Hui took a deep breath and threw the ball high up. At the moment the ball fell, he twisted his wrist suddenly and the racket drew a sharp arc.

"Shh!"

The ping-pong ball, with a strong side spin, rushed towards the opponent's table like a white lightning.

The opponent's pupils shrank, and he immediately adjusted his pace, and pulled hard with his backhand!
"boom!"

The ball bounced back at a faster speed, heading straight for Lin Hui's forehand corner.

The audience was instantly boiling with excitement, and someone shouted, "Watch out! A chasing ball!"

But Lin Hui was prepared. He moved sideways half a step like a ghost, with his arms stretched out like a bow, at the moment the ball bounced.

A dunk! The ball hit the opponent's table like a cannonball.

The ball flew across the net like lightning, spinning sharply towards Lin Hui's backhand corner. The cheers from the audience stopped abruptly, and everyone held their breath.

Lin Hui's pupils shrank slightly, but his feet did not move at all. Just as the ball was about to touch the table, he suddenly turned his wrist and the racket cut out at an almost weird angle.

"Crack!"

A superb slice! The ping-pong ball drew a crescent-shaped arc and lightly touched the opponent's table.

The opponent stumbled and made a save.

The game continues.

The ping-pong ball made crisp "bang bang" sounds on the table, and its trajectory was so fast that it was almost impossible to see.

Lin Hui stared intently at the actions on the opposite side, sweat running down his temples, shining under the spotlight.

This is the scene of the International Table Tennis Open. The stadium with a capacity of 5,000 people is packed.

Lin Hui could hear cheers from the audience, many of whom came for their favorite athletes.

As a main player of the Chinese national team, Lin Hui has won the championship many times in a row.

"Hold on, Lin Hui!" the coach yelled from the sidelines. "Pay attention to the spin when serving!"

Lin Hui wiped the sweat off his face with his jersey and took a deep breath.

He held the racket tightly in his right hand and threw the ping-pong ball high with his left hand, a perfect backspin serve.

As he wished, the ball brushed the edge of the net and fell rapidly on the opponent's table.

A beautiful flick brought the ball back.

Lin Hui was well prepared. He turned sideways and hit the ball with his forehand. The ping-pong ball shot into the corner of the opponent's table like a bullet.

The audience erupted in thunderous applause.

He could feel his heartbeat slowly steadying.

Lin Hui also discovered that the opponent's backhand quick tear was indeed powerful, but his forehand defense was relatively weak.

The ping-pong ball drew sharp arcs on the table, and the sound of hitting the ball became more and more rapid.

Beads of sweat oozed out of Lin Hui's forehead, but his eyes became sharper.

He flicked his wrist and the ball flew to the opponent's corner like lightning.

The opponent rushed forward and slammed the ball with his backhand.

The ball whizzed past the net, and Lin Hui turned sideways to save the ball, and his racket just managed to touch the ball at the critical moment.

The white ball bounced high, drawing a thrilling parabola under the light.

"Good shot!" A cry came from the sidelines.

The two of them went back and forth, and the score was very close.

Lin Hui felt that the palm holding the racket was already wet, but the rhythm of his heartbeat was miraculously synchronized with the sound of hitting the ball.

The opponent suddenly changed direction and Lin Hui instinctively flew to save the ball.

The ball hit the edge of the table and landed. The referee raised his right hand: 10:8
The venue erupted in thunderous applause.

Lin Hui supported himself on his knees and gasped for breath.

Lin Hui was leading by two goals and was getting closer and closer to victory.

The opposing player was a little worried. He had clearly caught up before, but failed in the end.

Each time he tried to fight back, but still failed.

Lin Hui could feel his opponent's anxiety.

The other person's breathing became rapid, a hint of unwillingness flashed in his eyes, and the fingers holding the racket tightened unconsciously.

After all, Lin Hui had two match points. Lin Hui stood in front of the table, leaned forward slightly, and gently tossed the ping-pong ball with his left hand.

The sunlight shines through the glass windows of the gymnasium onto the orange-yellow sphere, drawing a graceful arc.

Just as the ball was about to fall, he swung the racket in his right hand suddenly, and there was a crisp "pop" sound when the racket touched the ball.

The ping-pong ball flew over the net like a flash of white lightning, with a strong spin.

When the ball landed on the opponent's table, there was a dull "bang" sound, and then it bounced up with another "bang", drawing a strange arc in the air.

The opponent player obviously did not expect that the serve would have such a strong side spin, and hurriedly adjusted his pace. When the racket hastily hit the ball, the ball had already changed its intended trajectory.

The entire stadium was filled with the crisp sounds of ping-pong balls hitting rackets and tables, and the "bang bang" rhythm was like a passionate march.

There was a murmur of admiration from the audience, and some people couldn't help but applaud softly for this exquisite play.

Lin Hui maintained the posture after serving, staring intently at the trajectory of the ball, ready to respond to the opponent's counterattack at any time.

The opponent player gritted his teeth and suddenly changed his tactics. He no longer competed with Lin Hui in fast break, but slowed down the pace and played spin ball.

Lin Hui couldn't adapt for a while and almost made a mistake.

But he still beat him up again.

The opponent's eyes were filled with renewed fighting spirit. He growled and sent a very fast side-spin ball.

Lin Hui barely received the ball back, and the opponent seized the opportunity and smashed it fiercely!

He looked across and saw that his opponent seemed to have become a different person. His serve was sharper and his return speed was significantly faster.

What surprised Lin Hui even more was that the opponent seemed to have predicted his every tactical change.

Lin Hui wiped the sweat off his forehead and felt something was wrong.

He tried to adjust his condition, but his opponent's attack became more and more fierce.

Lin Hui felt that it was a deliberate lure, and then suddenly changed direction.

He saw his opponent serve a reverse spin ball which he rarely used.

Lin Hui's eyes focused and he instantly saw through his opponent's intention.

The opponent's seemingly fierce offensive was actually a hidden trap - every shot was leading him to the backhand position, paving the way for that sudden counter-spin shot.

Sweat slid down his forehead, but he didn't bother to wipe it off. He was concentrating on the trajectory of the ball.

The opponent's wrist shook, and the racket suddenly flicked at the moment of touching the ball, and the ball flew over with a strange spin. This was the reverse spin serve that the opponent rarely used!
But Lin Hui was well prepared.

He took a quick step, moved sideways, raised the racket high, and smashed the ball hard at the highest point of its bounce!

"boom--!"

With a loud bang, the ping-pong ball hit the opponent's table like a cannonball, and then bounced away at a high speed.

The opponent didn't even have time to react before the ball hit the edge of his racket and flew out of the court.

"Good shot!" Cheers broke out from the sidelines.

The opponent clenched his fists, his eyes sharp as a knife. He had this point for sure!

He leaned forward slightly, knees bent, and spun the racket lightly between his fingertips, his eyes fixed on his opponent's movements.

When serving, he shook his wrist and the ball flew over the net like a ghost, drawing a strange arc on the table.

"It's a backspin ball!" someone whispered from the sidelines.

But the receiver was prepared. He moved his feet lightly, cut the ball diagonally with the racket, and sent the ball back gently with a clever flick.

As soon as the ball passed the net, it fell rapidly, almost touching the edge of the net.

The opponent's pupils shrank, and he suddenly took a step forward, swung his arm like a whip, and made a fierce pick-and-throw!

The ping-pong ball drew a streak of white light and headed straight for the opponent's backhand corner.

In a flash, the receiver retreated violently, made a quick backhand pass, and the ball bounced back like a meteor.

The two men launched a high-speed attack in an instant, and the ball flew back and forth on the table so fast that its trajectory was almost invisible.

"Pah! Pah! Pah!" The crisp sounds of the ball hitting the ground became one after another. The spectators on the sidelines held their breath and dared not blink.

Suddenly, the opponent player made a fake move, followed by a violent loop ball!

The ball had a strong side spin and drew an exaggerated curve in the air.

The opposing player raised his racket high, sweat dripped from his forehead, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The two hands were clasped together tightly, and warm applause broke out in the stadium again.

Lin Hui felt a surge of anger in his heart. He played too impatiently and made continuous mistakes.

He has to pay attention next!
.

He clenched his teeth, and the veins on his forehead throbbed slightly.

He could feel his forehand movement beginning to become deformed, his wrist becoming stiff, and every swing of the racket seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, making it impossible to exert force smoothly.

"boom!"

The opponent obviously noticed Lin Hui's abnormality, and a sharp look flashed in his eyes. He deliberately slowed down the rhythm and served a short and light side spin ball, forcing Lin Hui to move forward and play short. Lin Hui barely rubbed the ball, but the quality of the return ball was not high. The opponent immediately seized the opportunity and rushed straight to his forehand corner!
"Snap!" Lin Hui barely turned sideways and hastily hit the ball with his forehand, but the moment the racket touched the ball, his wrist softened and the ball hit the net directly and rolled down weakly.

"Tsk!" He swung his racket hard, his chest heaving violently.

There seemed to be a buzzing noise in his ears, the audience's discussions, the opponent's footsteps, and even his own breathing, all mixed together, making him even more irritated.

"Calm down... I must calm down..." He closed his eyes tightly, took a deep breath, and forced himself to regulate his breathing.

When he stood in the serving position again, he deliberately slowed down his movements, gently stroking the rubber of the racket with his fingers, trying to regain the familiar touch.

This time, he served a low, fast long ball straight to the opponent's backhand baseline.

The opponent obviously did not expect his sudden change and his return was a little hasty.

Opportunity! Lin Hui's eyes flashed, and he attacked sideways with a fierce backhand twist!

"Bang!" The ball hit the opponent's table like a sharp arrow.

There was an instant burst of cheers from the sidelines.

Lin Hui clenched his fists and finally felt the pent-up anger dissipate a little.

The opponent frowned slightly, obviously not expecting Lin Hui to suddenly adjust his state and hit such a high-quality return.

He looked down at his racket, and when he looked up again, his eyes were filled with even stronger fighting spirit.

He hit the ball at a very fast speed, and the ball went straight to Lin Hui's forehand corner like a bullet!

Lin Hui was prepared. He quickly moved sideways, stretched out his arms, and drove the ball back with a forehand dribble.

The ball brushed the edge of the net and exploded into a white shadow on the opponent's table. The opponent barely saved the ball, but the return was too high.

Lin Hui's eyes flashed, and he jumped up without hesitation, gathering all his strength in his arms and delivering a thunderous smash!

"boom--!"

The ball hit the opponent's table like a cannonball, and then bounced out of the court at an astonishing speed. The opponent didn't even have time to react, and could only watch the ball fly out of the court.

"Good shot!" The sidelines were instantly boiling with excitement.

Lin Hui let out a long sigh, and finally a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He felt that his condition was improving. The stiffness in his wrist gradually disappeared, replaced by the familiar smoothness and explosiveness.

The opponent's expression became more serious.

In the next few balls, the two sides launched a fierce offensive.

Lin Hui was no longer impatient, but played steadily, gradually gaining the upper hand by changing the landing point and controlling the rotation.

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