The big devil in table tennis

Chapter 1312 A narrow victory
The ping-pong ball spun rapidly on the table, making crisp and rapid "bang bang" sounds, like a string of tangled abacus beads.

Lin Hui's racket drew a silver arc in the air.

The opposing player slammed his racket onto the table, and the rubber mat made a dull sound.

He suddenly remembered what his coach had said yesterday: "Your backhand is like a clothesline on a typhoon day."

The game continues!

When the ping-pong ball was thrown up again, it hit the opponent's cufflinks, making a slight "ding" sound, but it exploded on Lin Hui's eardrum like a gong.

His knees suddenly lost the strength to bend, as if someone had pulled out the spring inside them.

The ball was already flying over, with a sharp spin, like a silver bullet.

Lin Hui's eyes followed the trajectory of the ball, but his body was like a rusty machine, half a beat slower.

He managed to swing his racket, but lost power the moment it hit the ball.

"Snapped!"

The ball hit the net, bounced lightly, and fell weakly back onto his own table.

There was a low commotion from the sidelines, some people sighed, and some whispered.

The corners of the opponent's mouth rose slightly, and a gleam of confidence in victory flashed in his eyes.

Lin Hui's palms were sweating, and the handle of the racket became slippery. He took a deep breath, but it felt like his lungs were filled with lead.

Then hit the ping-pong ball onto the opponent's table again.

Lin Hui's eyes were fixed on the fast-spinning ping-pong ball, and the cheers of the audience in his ears turned into a vague buzzing.

The muscles in his right arm trembled slightly, but he still accurately hit the ball back to the opponent's table.

The opponent's counterattack was fast and fierce, and the ball rushed to the corner of the table like a silver snake.

Lin Hui rushed forward and the ping-pong ball drew a strange arc.

Sweat dripped down his chin, leaving dark streaks on the floor.

When the opponent suddenly used a rare reverse spin ball, Lin Hui's pupils suddenly shrank.

His body reacted faster than his mind, and he stepped aside half a step, slicing the racket at a nearly vertical angle toward the white meteor. The moment the ball touched the rubber surface, he heard a subtle sound from his bones.

The ping-pong ball drew a sharp white light on the table, and Lin Hui's eyes followed it closely.

His legs were already sore, but his muscle memory still kept him moving.

The opponent's ball path is tricky, with strong side spin on each shot, and the ball's bounce trajectory when it touches the table is unpredictable.

The game is heating up.

The noise in the audience gradually died down, and everyone held their breath, afraid of missing any moment.

Lin Hui's breathing was heavy, as if there was a fire in his chest, and every breath he took was accompanied by a burning sensation. He raised his hand to wipe away the sweat on his brow, his fingertips trembling slightly.

"I can't lose, I must not lose..." He muttered to himself, his eyes fixed on his opponent's movements.

The opponent hit a very short side spin, and the ball fell rapidly just after it passed the net.

Lin Hui's reaction was almost instinctive. He took a step forward, flicked his wrist lightly, and the ball drew a low arc, brushing the edge of the net and flying towards the opponent's backhand.

The opponent obviously didn't expect him to be able to catch the ball so accurately, and could only barely block it in a hurry.

The ball bounced high, and a cold light flashed in Lin Hui's eyes.

He stepped back half a step, his body like a fully drawn bow, and chopped down hard with the racket in his right hand!

"Snapped!"

The ping-pong ball hit the opponent's table like a cannonball, exploding a white shadow at the sideline.

The opponent flew to save the ball, and his racket barely touched the ball, but the return ball flew high and hit him!

Lin Hui clenched his fists and growled.

His heart was beating like a drum and his eardrums were buzzing, but at this moment, his brain was unusually clear.

If we win one more goal, we can win this game!

However, the opponent's eyes changed.

It was an almost cold concentration, as if the loss just now was just a warm-up.

He slowly picked up the ball, weighed it lightly in his palm, then raised his eyes, a faint smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

Lin Hui's nerves suddenly tensed up.

The next second, the opponent's serve came like a ghost, an extremely fast reverse spin serve, and the ball bounced strangely in the opposite direction after touching the table!
Lin Hui's pupils suddenly shrank and his body instinctively rushed forward, but the trajectory of the ball completely went against his prediction.

His racket swung through the air and the ping-pong ball flew past his eyes!

Lin Hui's breathing stopped for a moment. He stared at the ball that was still rolling slightly, his fingertips feeling cold.

What kind of serve was this? He had never seen such a spin before, as if it defied the laws of physics.

The opponent did not give him time to think, and the next ball came, with the same reverse rotation, but this time the angle was more tricky.

Lin Hui gritted his teeth, forced himself to adjust his pace, and barely blocked the ball back.

However, his opponent had already been waiting at the best hitting point and hit a violent loop ball straight into his forehand corner!

"Snapped!"

Lin Hui staggered backwards, and the racket flew out of his hand and hit him hard!

The ping-pong ball drew a sharp arc above the table, and beads of sweat appeared on the opponent's forehead.

He stared at the spinning ball, as if he saw the entire weight of his career resting on this final shot.

The noisy sounds in the stadium suddenly became distant, and the only sound left in my ears was my own rapid heartbeat.

"I must get this point!" he screamed in his heart, his knuckles turning white from excessive force.

Lin Hui's signature backhand loop was as tricky as a venomous snake, but at this moment he actually caught a hint of barely perceptible fatigue in the opponent's calm eyes.

This discovery made his blood boil. After three fierce battles, cracks finally appeared in this invincible "iron wall".

He bent his knees slightly, and his sneakers made a harsh sound on the rubber floor.

The moment the ping-pong ball touched the table, his wrist turned at an incredible angle, and the racket face applied subtle sidespin the moment it touched the ball.

This return ball was played with a desperate determination. It was neither the common topspin nor the backspin, but a rare "snake ball". The small white ball strangely changed its flight trajectory when passing through the net.

There was a burst of exclamations from the audience. This return shot perfectly illustrates what it means to "survive from the brink of death". The ball seemed erratic but contained a hidden danger, and landed precisely on the corner of Lin Hui's forehand position.

The balance of victory and defeat shook violently at this moment. The spinning ping-pong ball seemed to carry all the dreams and ambitions of the two young people, drawing the trajectory of their fate under the spotlight.

The ball flew past the edge of the table, and Lin Hui's pupils suddenly contracted.

He instinctively stepped sideways, and the racket left a silver afterimage in the air.

However, the tricky side spin made the ball bounce strangely at the moment of touching the racket, like a silver fish breaking free from the fishing net, and leaped high over his head.

"Snapped!"

Then it flew back to the table! Lin Hui's pupils suddenly contracted, and all the muscles in his body tensed instantly.

The ball that was supposed to fly out of the court unexpectedly bounced back after hitting the ground, drawing an incredible arc and falling back onto the table!

There was a burst of exclamations from the audience, and some people even stood up from their seats.

The opponent's smile froze on his face. He lunged forward and swung his racket hastily, but only grazed the edge of the ball.

"Whoosh!"

The ping-pong ball hit the net and bounced lightly on the table.

Lin Hui's body had already rushed out like a cheetah. His racket cut across at the last moment, and with a fierce backhand, the ball shot straight into the opponent's gap like lightning!

"boom!"

This time, the ball almost hit the corner of the table and bounced out of the court.

The opposing player immediately took action!

His eyes focused, his feet slid sideways like the wind, and at the critical moment he made a backhand move!
The ball drew a strange arc, brushed the net and flew back to Lin Hui's half.

Lin Hui's pupils shrank slightly. The return ball was low and spinning, almost falling close to the table!

He suddenly leaned over, and raised the racket from bottom to top. With the burst of wrist strength, the white ball whizzed over the net with a strong topspin like a silver swallow breaking free from its restraints.

"Crack!"

The ball exploded diagonally on the opponent's table, and when the opponent stumbled to save the ball, the edge of the racket just touched the bottom of the ball.

"Whoosh!"

The ping-pong ball bounced high toward the ceiling, and the audience's held breath suddenly exploded at this moment.

Lin Hui did not give the opponent any chance to breathe. He retreated half a step, bent his legs slightly, and stared at the falling ball with sharp eyes.

He roared, and his body jumped up like a spring. He swung his right arm, and the racket drew a sharp arc in the air, a slam dunk!
"boom--!"

The ball hit the opponent's corner like a cannonball, exploding with a crisp sound.

The opponent's eyes shone, and he shook the racket in his right hand violently, causing the yellow ball to explode like a bullet on Lin Hui's side of the table, leaving a trail of white smoke on the rubber. Lin Hui's pupils shrank suddenly, and he saw that the ball, with a violent topspin, strangely bounced diagonally upwards the moment it touched the table.

"Bang bang bang——"

The ping-pong ball turned into a blurry yellow shadow, weaving an impenetrable web of death above the net.

Every collision between the rubber and the ball produced a gunshot-like explosion, and the air around the table was stirred into a vortex.

Lin Hui's bangs were stuck to his forehead by sweat. He took a half step back, and his sneakers made a sharp friction sound on the floor. The opponent suddenly made a backhand slice, and the ping-pong ball flew at a speed that violated the laws of physics, creating a "hiss" spark on the corner of the table.

The sound waves in the audience rose and fell like the tide, but at this moment, all Lin Hui could hear was the sharp sound of the small ball tearing through the air.

His palms were numb from the shock, but he still held the racket tightly. In the seventeenth round, he suddenly threw a high serve. The ping-pong ball was like a white crane spreading its wings, cutting through the stagnant air and piercing the opponent's throat!

The ping-pong ball drew a sharp arc in the air, with a strong side spin, and went straight to the blind spot of the opponent's table.

The opponent's body shook, and his feet moved sideways like a ghost. At the last moment, his racket cut out diagonally and actually scooped the ball back!
"Snapped--!"

The ball shot towards Lin Hui's side again like a meteor, flying almost along the edge of the table, spinning so violently that it almost tore the air apart.

Lin Hui's eyes darkened, his body lowered like a cheetah, his wrist shook suddenly, and the racket met the ball at the critical moment.

"laugh!"

At the moment when the rubber rubbed against the ball, the ball unexpectedly turned a corner and flew past the net! The opponent obviously did not expect this, and hastily backhanded the ball, causing it to bounce high.

A cold light flashed in Lin Hui's eyes, and he jumped up like a spring. He swung his right arm and chopped down with the racket like a battle axe.

"boom!!!"

With a loud bang, the ping-pong ball hit the opponent's table like a cannonball.

The ball exploded on the table, leaving a white mark, and flew towards the opponent's chest in a nearly straight line!
The opponent's pupils suddenly shrank and he instinctively dodged to the side, only to see that the ball strangely accelerated a second time after touching the table.

Even so, the entire stadium fell into deathly silence, and even the hum of the air conditioner could be clearly heard.

Lin Hui maintained the frozen posture after swinging the racket, and the carbon fiber coating on the edge of the racket glowed coldly under the light.

“Click, click, click”

Make a loud sound.

The opponent's shot exploded like thunder, and the ping-pong ball bounced off the table with a sharp white light, heading straight for Lin Hui's backhand blind spot.

Lin Hui's eyes flashed, his feet moved sideways instantly, and the racket drew a silver arc in the air, intercepting the ball accurately!

"boom!"

The return ball shot out like a sharp arrow, with a strong backspin, brushed the net, and fell rapidly on the opponent's table.

The opponent player reacted very quickly. He rushed forward, cut the ball diagonally with the racket, and lifted the ball high.

Lin Hui did not hesitate at all. He retreated like a cheetah to gather strength, then suddenly rushed forward, tensing the muscles in his right arm and lashing out with the racket like a whip.

"boom!!!"

A dunk!
The ping-pong ball hit the corner of the opponent's table like a cannonball, making a deafening bang, and then bounced towards the audience in a nearly straight trajectory!

The opposing player didn't even have time to raise his hands. He could only watch as the ball whizzed past him, and the airflow it created lifted the corner of his clothes.

The sidelines were instantly boiling with cheers that spread across the entire arena like a wave.

Lin Hui panted slightly, a cold arc appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were as sharp as a knife.

He won this goal.

12:11
Successfully scored the goal.

He defeated the opponent again.

Lin Hui let out a long sigh, his chest heaving violently, and sweat had already soaked the back of his red team uniform.

He raised his hand to wipe the beads of sweat that were about to flow into his eyes. His fingertips were still trembling slightly, which was the aftereffect of the adrenaline that had not yet faded.

Across the table, the opponent lowered his head, gripping the racket tightly with his right hand, his knuckles turning bluish-white.

The ping-pong ball that was deformed by the last smash was now rolling alone at his feet, like a shattered pride.

The coach on the sidelines suddenly jumped up, pumped his fist and yelled, "Good job!"

The audience instantly erupted in thunderous cheers, and flash lights lit up like a rainstorm, freezing Lin Hui's figure in countless shots.

The "12:11" on the scoreboard flashed a dazzling red light, and the referee announced loudly: "The game is over, Lin Hui wins!"

At this moment, Lin Hui had not yet fully recovered from his victory.

But it was only after hearing everyone's cheers that he came to his senses.

He won, he won, he actually beat the opponent at the crucial moment.

At this moment, he heard everyone's cheers, screams, and all kinds of sounds ringing in his ears.

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