The big devil in table tennis

Chapter 1313 Preparing for the decisive battle
Lin Hui has entered the quarter-finals, and Jianhua will start the finals next.

As soon as Jianhua stood on the stage, the opposing players stared at him with ferocious eyes. Even so, it still could not change Jianhua's mentality for playing.

Jianhua serves next.

Jianhua took a deep breath and gently tossed the ping-pong ball in his hand.

The ball drew a beautiful arc in the air, and his eyes were locked on the ball's trajectory like a hawk.

The opponent's fierce eyes seemed to pierce him, but Jianhua's heart was as calm as still water.

"Snap!" The moment the racket touches the ball, the crisp sound echoes in the court.

The ping-pong ball flew towards the opponent's table like an arrow from a bow, with a strong rotation. The opponent obviously did not expect the force of this ball, and hastily swung his racket sideways, but only grazed the edge of the ball.

The ping-pong ball drew a strange arc and flew directly off the table.

The audience on the sidelines burst into cheers, while the opponent's face became even gloomier.

He gritted his teeth, and the ferocity in his eyes increased instead of diminishing, as if he wanted to suppress Jianhua with his gaze.

But Jianhua just walked back to the serving position calmly, wiped the racket gently, his eyes focused and calm.

Jianhua flicked his wrist and hit a very fast side-spin ball.

The ping-pong ball drew a strange arc on the table. The opponent hurriedly adjusted his steps and barely blocked the ball back, but the return ball was high and slow.

Jianhua seized the opportunity and made a fierce forehand burst. The ball hit the opponent's corner like lightning, and the opponent almost had no time to react.

And at this moment, the opponent's breathing became noticeably rapid. He clenched his racket tightly, as if adjusting his mentality.

But Jianhua did not relax at all, his eyes were still sharp and his movements were still precise.

The opponent seemed to want to get back a point with a fierce attack. He attacked directly when receiving the serve and rushed straight to Jianhua's backhand.

But Jianhua was prepared. With a quick sideways pull, the ping-pong ball flew straight to the opponent's table with a strong spin.

The opponent barely blocked the ball, but the ball hit the net and bounced high.

Jianhua changes strategy.

He deliberately slowed down his serve and shot at the last moment before the ball was about to fall.

This short ball near the net caught the opponent off guard, and the ball that was barely picked back flew high.

Jianhua seized the opportunity and made a fierce smash.

The ping-pong ball struck the opponent's table like a silver lightning. The opponent staggered back and tried to save the ball, and almost lost his balance and fell to the ground.

Jianhua maintained the same posture after hitting the ball until he heard the crisp sound of the ball hitting the ball.

When the other player saw Jianhua coming at him aggressively, he immediately tried to keep calm.

The ping-pong ball hit back directly with a loud bang.

Jianhua's eyes flashed, his feet moved as swiftly as the wind, and he adjusted his batting posture by turning sideways.

He shook his wrist violently, and the racket drew a sharp arc.

"Snapped!"

The ping-pong ball passed through the net like a bullet, exploding with a streak of white light in the opposing corner of the table.

The opponent's pupils suddenly shrank, he staggered back half a step, and tried to block the ball with his backhand, but the ball bounced high.

Jianhua seized the opportunity and leaped up, his whole body tensed like a full bow, and slammed the ball into the opponent's open space.

The table made a dull "bang" sound, and the white ball spun violently on the rubber surface, splashing a few tiny beads of sweat.

Jianhua's slam dunk was as powerful as thunder, and the ball left a shadow on the rubber surface.

The opponent's racket intercepted the ball hastily, but his palm was numb at the moment of touching the ball. The rotating ball paused on the racket surface strangely for half a second, and then brushed the edge of the racket diagonally as if being plucked by invisible fingers.

"laugh--"

The sound of the ball hitting the net was as thin as a thread.

The audience held their breath at the same time.

The small ball, which was spinning irregularly, was now trembling dangerously on the net like a dying hummingbird.

Jianhua maintained the diving posture after the smash, with beads of sweat dripping along his taut jawline, drawing bright tracks under the spotlight.

Jianhua's eyes were fixed on the trembling ball, and his pupils contracted with every slight tremor of the ball.

He could hear the throbbing sound of his own temple, mixed with the suppressed gasps from the audience, beating out a strange rhythm on his eardrums.

The net suddenly made a slight groan.

The small ball that was spinning so fast that it was almost smoking, unexpectedly rolled over the top of the net at the moment when the net belt sank to its limit!
"despair."

A soft sound.

The arc of the ball bouncing on the opponent's table was surprisingly low, like a knife blade passing close to the ground.

The opponent's racket intercepted the ball hastily, but his palm was numb at the moment of touching the ball. The rotating ball paused on the racket surface strangely for half a second, and then brushed the edge of the racket diagonally as if being plucked by invisible fingers.

Jianhua heard a slight cracking sound in his spine.

Only then did he realize that the muscles that kept him in the diving posture had already become stiff as iron.

Sweat seeped into the corners of his eyes, blurring his vision, but the arc that defied common sense of physics still remained on his retina. It was the arc that he had been secretly practicing for three months, and it was the first time that it was displayed in a formal competition.

Amid the roar of the audience, he saw the opponent staring at his red knuckles in a daze.

Jianhua slowly straightened up, sweat slid down his brow, lingered on his eyelashes for a moment, and finally hit the table, splashing a tiny splash of water.

His breathing was still a little rapid, but the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised a little.

On the sidelines, Jianhua’s coach clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white.

He knew that this shot was not that simple. It was the result of sweat from countless late-night practice, the adjustment of the grip angle hundreds of times, and the almost paranoid precision engraved in the muscle memory.

At this moment, in addition to shock, there was also a hint of fear in the opponent's eyes.

The game continues.

The ping-pong ball drew a sharp arc on the table, and Jianhua's eyes were locked on the trajectory of the ball like an eagle.

His footsteps were light and swift, as if he had already predicted every counterattack from his opponent.

The opponent's breathing was obviously disordered and the sweat oozing from his forehead flashed in tiny gleams under the spotlight.

He gritted his teeth and hit the ball with a backhand, and the ball hit Jianhua's baseline like a cannonball.
But Jianhua seemed to have been waiting for a long time. His body sank slightly, and his wrist suddenly shook at the moment of contact with the ball. The moment the racket touched the ball, there was a crisp "snap" sound!
The ping-pong ball hit the net, fell rapidly on the opponent's table, and bounced almost along the sideline.

1:0
Deafening cheers instantly erupted from the sidelines.

Jianhua's coach punched hard, and his tense shoulders finally relaxed, but a deeper smile flashed in his eyes. He knew that this was far from the end.

The opponent stood there, staring down at the ping-pong ball that was still rolling slightly, his fingers unconsciously stroking the rubber surface of the racket.

When he looked up again, his gaze penetrated the noisy crowd and locked onto Jianhua's figure.

Jianhua's eyes were focused and calm, as if the whole world was focused on the spinning ping-pong ball.

He flicked his wrist slightly, and the ball streaked across the table like a streak of white lightning, heading straight for the opponent's backhand with a strong backspin.

The opponent obviously didn't expect the tricky ball. He hastily blocked it with his backhand, but the ball bounced up directly because of excessive rotation.

There was a burst of exclamations from the sidelines, but Jianhua's expression did not change at all. He just walked back to the serving position silently and wiped the sweat from his palms with the hem of his jersey.

He deliberately slowed down his movement and threw the ball high up with his left hand. At the moment the ball fell, the racket cut through the ball at a strange angle.

The ping-pong ball drew an erratic arc in the air, seemingly going out of bounds, but it quickly turned inward after touching the table. The opponent almost made a mistake and missed the ball.

But he still caught it instinctively!
The opponent reacted instinctively at the last moment, jerking his wrist violently, causing the racket to narrowly miss the edge of the ball.

The ping-pong ball flew over the net with irregular rotation and bounced off the table. It was a "dead ball" that was almost impossible to return.

The spectators on the sidelines held their breath, thinking that the point was over.

But Jianhua's footsteps moved like a ghost, his body lowered instantly, and he slammed the racket upwards almost touching the table!
"Snapped!"

The ball drew a very high arc, passed over the opponent's head, and landed accurately in the blind spot of the opponent's table. The opponent hastily retreated and swung the racket, but could only watch the ball fly out of bounds along the sideline.

2:0
The opponent's breathing became noticeably rapid, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and a hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes.

Jianhua remained expressionless, and just turned his wrist slightly, as if adjusting the strength of his grip.

He did not celebrate, nor did he relax, but just like a precision-operated machine, calmly preparing for the next goal.

On the third ball, the opponent adjusted his position, leaned forward, and stared at Jianhua's every move intently.

Jianhua seemed to see through the opponent's intention, suddenly changed the rhythm, and sent a fast and sharp long ball straight to the baseline.

The opponent barely returned the ball, but it gave Jianhua a chance to score the winning goal. He hit the ball hard with a powerful forehand smash!

The opponent stumbled back, barely holding the racket horizontally in front of him, but Jianhua's smash was at a tricky angle, and the ball passed through the racket frame like a cannonball and hit the sideline hard!

At the same time, Jianhua wiped the sweat from his forehead and tapped his fingertips on the handle of the racket twice. This was his little habit to stay focused in major competitions.

The opponent was bending over with his knees supported, the back of his T-shirt was mostly wet, and the momentum he had just leaned forward had long since dissipated.

Jianhua threw the ball high up, and the sunlight reflected on the surface of the ball, creating a dazzling white light.

The opponent narrowed his eyes reflexively, but saw Jianhua suddenly press down his wrist, and the ball skimmed the net like a dragonfly skimming the water.

"Short ball!" someone in the audience exclaimed.

The opponent sprinted to the net madly, and his sneakers made a sharp friction sound on the plastic court.

Unfortunately, it was too late. After landing, the ball strangely spun in the opposite direction and rolled back along the net.

The whole audience was silent for half a second, and then burst into applause.

Jianhua clenched his fist and exclaimed softly, and when he turned around, he saw a thumbs-up from the coaching booth. His opponent stood in front of the net, still holding the disobedient ball in his hand - the fluff on its surface had been tangled by sweat, like a defeated fledgling.

3:0.

The coach on the sidelines nodded secretly. This was the result of their special training: no longer being disturbed by the opponent's emotions, and controlling the rhythm of the game with the purest technology and tactics.

When Jianhua bent down to pick up the ball, he caught a glimpse of his opponent slapping his thigh hard. He knew that the outcome of the game had been decided at this moment.

Jianhua stood up, the ball in his hand spinning gently.

He could feel his opponent's anxiety, and the panic of wanting to win back the game was seeping out from every shot of the opponent.

The coach on the sidelines crossed his arms and looked at me with a fierce look.

He knew that Jianhua had understood the rhythm of the game and was not relying on brute force, but rather calm observation and precise placement to gradually break down the opponent's psychological defenses.

Jianhua served the ball with a clean outside corner side spin.

The opposing player was also waiting for this moment, and he was determined to reverse the ball.

The opponent's player had a sharp gaze. The moment the ball bounced, he shook his wrist and the racket drew a sharp arc, and actually sent the ball back to Jianhua's half with an even stronger side spin!

The white ball drew a strange S-shaped trajectory in the air and suddenly fell when it hit the net.

Jianhua took a quick step forward, but when he was about to touch the ball, he found that the path of the ball suddenly changed. The return ball bounced in the opposite direction after touching the ground!
Amid the exclamations of the audience, Jianhua's body was already in the air.

He simply twisted his waist and abdomen, and the racket drew a half-moon of silver light behind him.

When the racket collided with the ball, someone in the stands saw the slight tremor in his wrist.

After several rounds of table tennis, the opponent finally succeeded in scoring a point, 3:1
I was so happy to see this point. I finally won a point.

He serves next.

He took a deep breath to calm down the excitement of scoring just now.

His fingers gently stroked the rubber of the racket, and the sweat on his palms left fleeting marks on the red rubber surface. The ping-pong ball bounced twice in the palm of his left hand, and he suddenly caught a glimpse of Jianhua's slightly bent knees in preparation, which was the position to receive a short ball.

With a soft "snap" sound, the ball flew across the net. The seemingly ordinary side-spin serve suddenly turned into a strange arc the moment it touched the table, and Jianhua's racket angle almost deviated when he hurriedly returned the ball.

The ball brushed the net and drew a strange arc on the opponent's table. As if being pulled by an invisible silk thread, it suddenly fell sharply to the lower right.

Jianhua's pupils shrank slightly, and his wrist instinctively adjusted the racket face, but he felt a strong side spin the moment he touched the ball. The ball unexpectedly changed direction again the moment it bounced, and slipped off the edge of the racket face like a living thing.

"Swish--" The friction between the rubber and the ball made a short sharp sound, and the returned ball bounced high.

He had already stepped forward, his entire body suddenly released like a fully drawn bowstring. His right arm left a shadow, and the racket chopped down at a nearly vertical angle.

"boom!"

The small white ball exploded and hit the corner of the opponent's table, and Jianhua's racket just skimmed the air.

The lights on the stadium's ceiling cast a fleeting spot of light on the speeding sphere, like a falling meteor.

He seized the opportunity and rushed sideways. The orange ball turned into a stream of light and hit the inside of the white line of the opponent's table. The referee raised his right hand: "4:1!"

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