The big devil in table tennis

Chapter 1311 will be revealed soon
The moment the score changed, the opposing player frowned.

This made the other player realize whether he was really going to lose, and he immediately cheered himself up.

The opponent's eyes pierced the air like a sharp blade. He suddenly adjusted his breathing rhythm and his knuckles tightened on the racket until they turned white.

Lin Hui keenly caught the rekindled fire in his opponent's pupils, and he turned his wrist calmly.

Bang, bang, bang, the ping-pong ball makes loud sounds.

The air on both sides of the table seemed to freeze.

The opponent's attack was sudden and fierce. Every shot was accompanied by a sharp sound of breaking wind, and the ball path was as tricky as a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue.

The soles of Lin Hui's shoes made a short scream as they rubbed against the rubber floor, but he was still forced to the far table by a side-hit ball.

Amid the exclamations from the audience, Lin Hui suddenly stepped back and lowered his shoulders. This seemingly forced defensive posture made his opponent's pupils shrink suddenly. The smash that should have ended the game was cut into a short ball close to the net by a backhand like a silver knife.

At the moment the ball trembled slightly on the net, the opponent's player's diving figure left a distorted afterimage under the spotlight.

At this moment, the opponent's breath burned his throat, and every swing of the racket seemed to be fighting against invisible shackles.

Lin Hui's defense was impenetrable, as if he had already predicted his every attack.

That short ball that hit the net just now almost destroyed his rhythm.

We can't be dragged into a war of attrition by him!

He gritted his teeth and suddenly changed his strategy, giving up the violent smash and instead using extremely fast continuous short shots to disrupt Lin Hui's position.

The racket in his hand was as precise as a scalpel. Every ball hit the corner of the table, forcing Lin Hui to constantly adjust his center of gravity.

His eyes were fixed on Lin Hui's shoulders, trying to predict the direction of the return ball from subtle muscle changes.

"Just a little faster... a little trickier!"

Sweat slid into the corners of his eyes, and the stinging sensation made him blink, but it was just a moment of relaxation!

Lin Hui's nerves were like a taut bowstring; every breath and every step of his opponent was within his calculations.

His brain worked at high speed, like a sophisticated machine, analyzing the ball's rotation, speed and landing point.

He was waiting for a mistake, but Lin Hui would not give him a chance.

When the opponent's short swing came again, Lin Hui did not choose to return the ball conservatively. Instead, he shook his wrist and made a backhand twist and pull, and the ball rushed towards the opponent's forehand corner like a venomous snake.

"boom!"

The opponent staggered sideways and barely managed to save the ball, but the quality of the return dropped sharply.

A cold light flashed in Lin Hui's eyes, and his body pressed forward like a cheetah, making a forehand charge.

"Snapped!"

The ball hit the table like a cannonball, and the opponent's racket couldn't even touch the shadow of the ball.

The entire venue was silent for a moment, and then broke into deafening cheers.

Lin Hui stood there, his chest heaving violently, but his eyes remained calm.

On the other side, the opponent's racket slowly dropped, and his knuckles turned white from excessive force.

The opponent took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. He stared at Lin Hui and suddenly sneered.

"Since we can't win by conventional means, let's take a gamble!"

He tossed the ball and served an extremely hidden short ball with reverse spin. The ball fell almost touching the net and turned sideways strangely on the table.

Lin Hui's pupils shrank and his body leaned forward instinctively, but at the critical moment, he stopped his movement abruptly.

Sure enough, the opponent's real intention was to wait for him to attack rashly and then counterattack.

In a flash, Lin Hui flicked his wrist and made a short swing. The ball brushed the net and bounced on the opponent's table with almost no bounce.

The opponent's racket froze in vain when it was only a millimeter away from the ball, and the ball, as if under a spell, lightly touched the table and rolled back into the net with the force of the save.

The entire venue was silent for half a second before a tsunami-like sound wave erupted, but Lin Hui could only hear the throbbing sound of his own temple.

The red number 11:10 on the scoreboard flickered between the two men.

"still have a chance."

The opponent player threw the ball high up while silently chanting, and in the 0.3 second gap when the ball fell to the best hitting point, he suddenly changed his usual backhand slice posture.

The racket hit the lower middle part of the ping-pong ball at a tricky 45-degree angle. The spinning ball drew an unconventional S-shaped trajectory, causing tiny nylon fibers to vibrate as it hit the net.

Lin Hui took a half step back with his right leg and changed his racket from smashing to lightly lobbing.

The opponent's diving action to save the ball raised a few drops of glistening sweat in the slow motion.

It hit Lin Hui's desk with a loud bang.

Lin Hui also responded, after all, this ball was crucial.

It hit Lin Hui's desk with a loud bang.

Lin Hui also responded, after all, this ball was crucial.

The two men began to chase the remaining ball over the next few minutes.

The ball drew a sharp arc on the table. Lin Hui quickly turned sideways and swung the racket like lightning.

There was a low cheer from the audience, and everyone's eyes were closely following the small white ball.

"Good shot!" someone couldn't help but shout.

The opponent was not willing to be outdone. He rushed forward and made a backhand cut. The ball flew past the edge of the net and fell almost touching the table.

Lin Hui's pupils shrank and his body leaned forward instinctively. He lightly lifted the racket at the last moment, and the ball jumped high, passed over his opponent's head, and landed accurately in the corner of the table.

"Beautiful!" The coach clenched his fists on the sidelines.

The score was now very close, sweat dripped from Lin Hui's forehead, but his eyes were still sharp.

The opponent took a deep breath, shook his wrist when serving, and the ball went straight to Lin Hui's backhand with a strong spin.

Lin Hui made a mistake in his step and hit a loop with his backhand, and the ball hit the opponent's table like a cannonball.

The opponent barely managed to block the ball, but it bounced too high.

Lin Hui jumped up without hesitation, gathered all his strength in his right arm, and slammed the ball.

"Snapped!"

The ping-pong ball drew a sharp arc in the air, and the cheers from the audience froze instantly.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the small ball, and time seemed to slow down.

Lin Hui's eyes flashed, and he quickly adjusted his pace, leaning forward slightly.

He predicted where the ball would land, and with a backhand slice, the ball brushed the edge of the net and flew toward the opponent's table.

The opponent player obviously didn't expect this move and returned the ball too high in a hurry.

The opportunity is coming!

Lin Hui seized the opportunity, took a step forward and smashed the ball with his forehand.

He predicted where the ball would land, and with a backhand slice, the ball brushed the edge of the net and flew toward the opponent's table.

The opponent player obviously didn't expect this move and returned the ball too high in a hurry.

Lin Hui seized the opportunity, stepped forward, and smashed the ball with his forehand! "Bang!" The ball hit the opponent's table like lightning, but

The opponent player unexpectedly took a step sideways at the critical moment, flicked his wrist, and blocked the ball back!
Lin Hui's pupils shrank slightly. He didn't expect that his opponent could counterattack in such a passive situation.

He quickly retreated, adjusted his center of gravity, and made a quick backhand shot. The ball drew a low arc and went straight to the opponent's backhand.

The opponent was not willing to be outdone and hit a powerful loop ball sideways. The ping-pong ball, with a strong rotation, went straight to Lin Hui's forehand corner!
Lin Hui's feet were as fast as the wind. He made a cross step and flew to save the ball. His racket barely touched the ball at the maximum distance and returned a high loop.

Seeing this, the opponent jumped up without hesitation and slammed the ball!
"boom!"

The ball hit Lin Hui's table like a cannonball. Lin Hui gritted his teeth and retreated, barely blocking it with his backhand, but the quality of his return was not high, giving his opponent a chance to score the winning goal.

The opponent's eyes became fierce, and he exerted force with his forehand, preparing to strike the winning blow.

The ball hits the net!
The ping-pong ball paused slightly on the net, then rolled gently onto Lin Hui's table.

11:11
The referee signaled the game to continue. The audience held their breath and the only sound in the entire arena was the sound of the ping-pong ball hitting the table.

Lin Hui took a deep breath, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and his eyes were determined.

Then I saw the opponent player toss the ball with his left hand, shook the racket in his right hand slightly, and sent a very short side spin.

Lin Hui started to be on guard and hit the ball short. The ball just passed the net and bounced almost against the table.

The opponent seized the opportunity and rushed sideways!
"Shh!"

Lin Hui instinctively leaned back and blocked the ball with his backhand, and the ball barely flew back, but his opponent had already taken the initiative and launched two consecutive fast breaks, forcing Lin Hui to retreat again and again.

"Bang! Bang!"

Lin Hui gritted his teeth and persisted, trying his best on every shot, and finally found an opportunity in the opponent's fierce attack and hit a counterattack!
The ball flew to the opponent's forehand with strong spin, and the opponent was forced to retreat and barely returned a high ball.

Lin Hui did not hesitate, jumped into the air and made a forehand slam dunk.

"Snapped!"

The ball hit the opponent's table like a meteor. The opponent tried hard to save the ball, but his racket barely touched the ball, but the ball bounced high and flew over.

The opponent wiped the sweat off his face and looked fierce.

He will never give up easily!

Afterwards, Lin Hui moved very quickly and made a quick backhand shot, and the ball flew over!
The "bang bang" sound of the table tennis rackets and balls hitting each other echoed in the gymnasium, like a tense and exciting battle song.

Lin Hui's forehead was covered with sweat, and a few drops of sweat slid down his cheeks.

Lin Hui wiped the sweat off his face with the hem of his jersey. He gripped the racket tightly in his right hand, his knuckles turning white from the force.

He could feel his heartbeat so loud that it seemed like the whole gym could hear it, and his chest rose and fell violently with his rapid breathing.

The opponent on the opposite side was also sweating profusely, but his narrow eyes were shining with a determination to win.

"Calm down, you must stay calm." Lin Hui silently repeated the coach's pre-match instructions in his heart, "The last ball is a test of mentality, not technique."

He took a deep breath, forced his breathing to slow down, felt the oxygen filling his lungs, and then slowly exhaled.

This simple action seemed to calm his heartbeat a little.

The game continues.

"Come on! Lin Hui!" The audience suddenly burst into cheers.

He threw the ball high up, and when the ball fell to the right height, he flicked his wrist slightly and the racket brushed the bottom of the ball at a subtle angle.

The ping-pong ball drew a beautiful arc, landed accurately in the right corner of the opponent's table, and then fell rapidly.

The opponent was prepared. He took a step forward and cut the ball with the racket at a strange angle, and the ball flew back with a strong backspin.

Lin Hui's pupils shrank slightly. This return ball was more tricky than he expected.

He quickly stepped back half a step, and at the moment the ball bounced, he turned his wrist and used his backhand to pull the ball out in an arc.

"Bang!" The ball hit the opponent's table heavily. The opponent player barely hit back and the ball bounced high.

Opportunity ball! Lin Hui's eyes flashed, and his body instinctively leaned forward, preparing for a smash.

At this critical moment, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his right shoulder. It was the muscle strained during training last week that caused him to ache at the critical moment.

Lin Hui's movement was slightly delayed, and the originally perfect timing of hitting the ball was delayed by milliseconds.

"Oops!" Alarm bells rang in his mind and he tried to adjust his movements, but the power and angle of the smash were greatly reduced.

Although the ball passed the net, it gave the opponent a chance to counterattack.

There was a flash of surprise in the other player's eyes, followed by ecstasy.

He seized the opportunity and made a fierce forehand quick attack directly into Lin Hui's backhand blind spot.

The ball flew like a bullet. Lin Hui gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain in his right shoulder. He barely moved sideways a step, and at the moment the ball was about to hit the ground, he flicked it with his backhand.

The ball flew past the net, lightly touched the opponent's table, and then changed direction strangely.

When the opponent made a desperate save, the ball fell on Lin Hui's table.

Fine beads of sweat oozed out of Lin Hui's forehead, and the pain in his right shoulder came in waves like an electric current.

But he gritted his teeth and stared at his opponent's movements.

The opponent's return ball came again, at a tricky angle, straight to his forehand corner.

Lin Hui took a step, forced himself to the side, and swung his arms violently.

"Snap!" The ball flew past the edge of the table like a streak of white light. The opponent was caught off guard and his racket just brushed the bottom edge of the ball when he tried to save the ball. The ball bounced high and flew out of bounds.

There was a burst of exclamations from the sidelines.

Lin Hui clenched his fists and growled, but his eyes remained calm.

He knew the game was not over yet.

The opponent adjusted his breathing and got into position again.

The next ball, he changed his strategy and played a short ball.

Lin Hui had anticipated this. He took a step forward and flicked the ball with his wrist. The ball drew an arc, passed the net, and bounced lightly on the opponent's table.

The opponent reacted very quickly and rescued the ball with a low-lying dive, but the ball flew high. Lin Hui seized the opportunity, jumped up and made a slam dunk!
"Bang!" The ball hit the opponent's table heavily and bounced away.

The opponent chased hard, rushed forward, and flicked the ball with his backhand at the moment it was about to hit the ground. The ball drew a strange arc and flew towards Lin Hui's backhand blind spot along the net.

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

He shook his wrist, and the racket slashed out at an angle, actually catching the ball back at an extreme angle!
The white ball spun strongly, just passed the net and then fell rapidly.

"Good shot!" There was an exclamation from the sidelines.

The opponent obviously didn't expect this and could only barely pick the ball up in a hurry.

A gleam of light flashed in Lin Hui's eyes, and he soared into the air like a cheetah, with his racket drawing a sharp arc in the air.

"Snapped!"

With a clean smash, the ping-pong ball hit the opponent's corner of the table like a meteor, with a crisp sound.

The whole audience was silent for a moment, wondering who would win in the end. They leaned forward and watched the final moment.
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