The big devil in table tennis

Chapter 1315 Who is in Charge of the Ball?
Jianhua was about to win the point, but the opponent's courage came from nowhere and the ping-pong ball hit Jianhua's table with a bang, resulting in a reversal.

5:5
The score became a tie again at this moment.

Jianhua clenched the racket tightly, and beads of sweat oozed out of his palms.

The white light from the venue's ceiling lights cast a dazzling spot on the surface of the ping-pong table. The three-star white ball trembled slightly on the rubber surface, like an arrow on a string.

"Come on Jianhua! Come on Jianhua!" One voice after another reached Jianhua's ears directly.

This also makes Jianhua more confident.

Jianhua clenched the racket in his hand, and felt the familiar texture on his palm.

He took a deep breath, and the cheers of the audience flooded into his ears like a tide, turning into strength that flowed throughout his body.

Immediately afterwards, the opponent's serve came like lightning. Jianhua narrowed his eyes and judged the landing point in an instant.

He stepped sideways, and the racket drew a silver arc "bang"!
The yellow ball exploded in the opponent's field, creating a shadow. The entire stadium was silent for a second, and then erupted into deafening cheers.

Jianhua stood there, sweat dripping down his chin onto the wooden floor. Only then did he realize that his sportswear was completely wet.

Jianhua didn't care about all this. His opponent was watching him closely. He stomped his feet lightly at the other end of the table, and the friction between his soles and the floor made a short scream.

Jianhua immediately leaned over, a drop of sweat dripped down his chin onto the table, spreading dark dots on the blue paint surface.

The opponent's pupils suddenly contracted, and the height of his throw was at least ten centimeters lower than usual.

The ping-pong ball makes a strange buzzing sound the moment it touches the racket.

Jianhua hit the ball hard.

But the opponent player seemed to have anticipated this. He took a half step back, leaving two black marks on the floor rubber with his sneakers. He then made a violent backhand shot, and the ball flew through the net like a silver shuttle.

Jianhua was not willing to be outdone and hit the opponent's table with a bang, making a loud noise.

It was this sound that made the other player immediately become cautious and enter a level one alert state.

The ping-pong ball drew a streak of white light on the table and flew towards the opponent's half like a meteor.

Jianhua stared at the spinning ball with his eyes fixed, his muscles tensed like a cheetah ready to pounce.

"boom!"

A loud bang echoed in the gymnasium. Jianhua's backhand drive was so powerful that the ping-pong ball almost made a dent in the opponent's player Zhang Cheng's table.

The moment the ball bounced, the opposing player was obviously stunned for a moment. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he turned into vigilance.

Then he adjusted his wristband and his eyes became sharp.

He leaned forward slightly, with his legs shoulder-width apart and his knees bent, like a fully drawn bow.

As an experienced veteran, he immediately realized that Jianhua was playing psychological warfare. That deafening shot was not only a display of strength, but also a form of psychological oppression.

"Jianhua was in excellent form today," the commentator's voice spread across the entire venue, "especially this 'bang tactic', which seemed to catch the opponent off guard."

The game continues.

Jianhua took a deep breath and threw the ball high into the air.

At the moment the ball fell, he shook his wrist slightly, and the ball flew towards the opponent's table with a strong backward spin.

The opponent player returned the ball steadily, and the ball returned in a low arc.

"boom!"

There was another loud noise.

Jianhua chose to smash with his forehand this time, and the ball went straight to Zhang Cheng's backhand like a cannonball. The opponent barely blocked the ball back, but the quality was not high. Jianhua moved quickly and gathered strength again.

"boom!"

The audience erupted in thunderous applause and cheers.

The opposing coach immediately called a timeout.

Jianhua walked towards the rest area with his heart beating like a drum.

He could sense that the tactics were working, but the tougher battle was yet to come.

Coach Wu handed him a water bottle and whispered, "Keep the pace, don't let him catch his breath."

"He's already adjusting," Jianhua took a sip of water, his eyes fixed on the opponent, "Will he change his strategy next?"

"Just adapt to the situation," Coach Wu patted him on the shoulder, "Remember, the initiative is in your hands."

The timeout is over and both sides return to the table.

The opponent's eyes have regained calm, and the veteran has obviously adjusted his mentality.

The game continues and the opponent serves.

This time he chose a rare reverse spin serve, and the ball drew a strange arc in the air.

He served the same ball again, but this time Jianhua was well prepared and returned the ball steadily to the opponent's table. In the following rounds, the opponent's player obviously reduced the chances for Jianhua to hit the ball hard, and deliberately controlled the strength and angle of each return, making it impossible for Jianhua to fully exert his strength.

Both sides played at a very high level.

Jianhua's "bang tactic" was used less frequently because the opponent's ball control made it difficult for him to find the right opportunity to exert force.

But those occasional heavy blows still force the opposing players to be distracted and deal with them.

At the critical moment, the opponent used his trump card, a very fast straight run.

Jianhua barely blocked the ball back and the opponent immediately seized the opportunity.

The atmosphere in the stadium was extremely tense, and the audience held their breath, afraid of missing any exciting moment.

Jianhua wiped the sweat off his face and felt his T-shirt was soaked and sticking to his back.

His arms were slightly sore from the continuous powerful hitting, but his spirit was extremely excited.

This was the closest he had ever come to winning against a top player, and he couldn't back down at this moment.

The ball hit by Jianhua reached almost three meters high in the air.

As the ball fell, Jianhua shook his wrist and the ball flew towards the opponent's table with a strong side spin.

The other person's expression turned serious.

He walked to the sidelines, wiped his sweat, took a few deep breaths, and then returned to his position. The whole stadium was silent, as if even the sound of breathing could be heard.

The opponent serves the ball, a simple backspin ball.

Jianhua returned the ball steadily, but the opponent suddenly changed direction and hit the ball to Jianhua's forehand at a wide angle.

Jianhua flew to save the ball and barely managed to get it back to the opponent's table.

The opponent player immediately closed the net and made a fierce smash.

"boom!"

At the critical moment, Jianhua successfully counterattacked and the ball hit the opponent's player's center at an astonishing speed.

The opponent player failed to react in time and the ball hit the edge of his racket and flew out.

6:5
The whole place was boiling. Jianhua raised his arms high and roared, releasing the pressure that had been accumulating for a long time.

He looked at the contestant opposite him and found that for the first time, there was a hint of panic in his eyes.

During the break between games, the opposing coach surrounded him and said something anxiously, while he kept shaking his head.

On the other side, Coach Wu simply said to Jianhua: "Keep it up. He has begun to doubt himself."

Jianhua nodded, his eyes determined. He knew that the hardest part was just beginning.

The other player will not give up the championship easily, and the next game will be even more cruel. But at this moment, he truly felt for the first time that victory was not out of reach. The game continued, Jianhua stood in front of the table, gently hitting the table tennis ball, and the crisp "ta-ta" sound was like a war drum in his ears.

The other player on the opposite side, the panic in his eyes had disappeared, replaced by a dangerous calmness.

The ball hit by the opponent suddenly became extremely fierce, and the speed was much faster than before.

The opponent player barely caught it, but the quality of the return was not high.

The opponent player seized the opportunity and scored with a powerful smash.

What's more, the opposing player completely changed his rhythm, and each ball was hit fast and hard, as if he was giving the opponent a taste of his own medicine.

Jianhua's "bang tactic" was completely suppressed.

“He’s adapted,” Jianhua thought as he wiped his sweat, “Not only that, he’s fighting back.”

The cheers in the audience faded noticeably, and people began to whisper to each other.

The commentator was also analyzing the opponent's sudden change: "It seems that a countermeasure has been found. Jianhua needs to adjust as soon as possible."

Jianhua decided to change his strategy. When the fast ball was sent again, Jianhua did not hit it head-on, but gently blocked it, and the ball flew back with a strange spin.

This change seemed to disrupt the opponent's rhythm. In the next few balls, Jianhua sometimes played softly and sometimes played hard, with a variety of rhythms, making it difficult for the opponent to adapt.

"boom!"

At the crucial point, Jianhua once again hit the ball hard, but this time his opponent was well prepared and blocked the ball back steadily.

Jianhua made three consecutive powerful smashes, and the opponent player received them all.

During the fourth heavy hit, the opponent player suddenly changed the line and the ball flew straight into Jianhua's backhand blind spot.

Jianhua was breathing heavily and felt his strength rapidly depleting.

The opponent's defense is solid and the offense is extremely sharp.

But Jianhua did not back down. He recalled every failure in the past, and the unwillingness he felt every time he was easily defeated by the other players.

All the sweat, those tears, and those hours of practicing alone late at night were all for today.

Jianhua hit his best high-toss side-spin ball. The ball drew a beautiful arc in the air, and after landing on the opponent's table, it turned sideways rapidly.

The opponent player barely lifted the ball, and Jianhua seized the opportunity and made a powerful forehand smash.

"boom!"

The ball hit the opponent's table like lightning.

The opposing player immediately hit the ping-pong ball directly over with a determination in his eyes.

When Jianhua saw the ping-pong ball being hit like this, he was a little dumbfounded, but he quickly regained his composure and hit the ping-pong ball in his hand over.

Jianhua's return ball drew a sharp arc, and the ping-pong ball made a harsh sound on the table.

The opposing player obviously did not expect the counterattack to be so swift. He hurriedly stepped to the corner of the table and his racket barely reached the ball at the last moment.

"Snapped!"

The ball brushed past the net and trembled slightly on the net belt.

The entire stadium fell silent in an instant, and everyone stared at the small ball trembling slightly on the net, holding their breath.

Jianhua maintained the posture after hitting the ball, sweat dripping down his chin onto the blue table.

"despair."

The ball finally landed on the other side of the table. The other player concentrated and hit the ball over!

There was a banging sound.

Jianhua's eyes focused, his feet moved quickly, and the racket drew a silver arc under the light.

He made a fierce backhand shot, and the ping-pong ball flew like a bullet into the opponent's blind corner of the table.

There was a suppressed exclamation from the audience.

The opponent stumbled to the corner, barely able to reach the ball with his racket, but could only watch the return ball bounce high. Jianhua seized the opportunity, stepped forward, and slammed it with his forehand.

"Snapped!"

The white ball exploded on the opponent's table, leaving an afterimage, and then bounced towards the baffle in the distance.

"7:5! Jianhua wins!"

The referee's voice broke the silence, and the entire stadium was instantly boiling. Cheers and applause surged like a tide, mixed with flashes of light.

Jianhua clenched his fists and roared, sweat pouring down his face, his red team uniform already soaked and sticking to his back.

In the stands, Jianhua's teammates jumped up excitedly and knocked over the thermos cup on the railing.

The national team's head coach, who was among the audience, nodded slightly and added a few more notes in his notebook.

Jianhua stood on the left side of the table with his feet slightly apart and his center of gravity lowered.

He gently tossed the ping-pong ball up with his left hand, and the yellow-white ball drew a bright arc under the light.

Just when the ball reached its highest point, his right racket slashed down like a knife blade, and his wrist suddenly shook very secretly, and a slight "click" sound was heard when the racket touched the ball.

The ball flew over the net with a strong side spin and turned strangely to the right when it bounced off the opponent's table.

The opponent hurriedly stepped forward to save the ball, and the racket barely touched the bottom of the ball. The ping-pong ball bounced high and flew off the table like a disobedient sparrow.

There were a few exclamations from the sidelines.

Jianhua calmly turned the racket and lightly touched the rubber with his index finger, where there was still a slight heat from the friction when he served the ball just now.

He looked down at the other ball in his palm, which was moved to the right-hand sideline this time, preparing to serve a ball that looked the same but actually had a hidden change.

Jianhua stared at the table opposite him. He took a deep breath and rubbed the ball gently in his palm.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze locked onto the opponent's position like a hawk, and his opponent subconsciously moved half a step to the center.

It's now!

He threw the ball high up with his left hand, higher and straighter than before, as if he was deliberately slowing down his movements.

But at the moment when the ball fell, his right arm suddenly accelerated, and the racket cut the bottom of the ball at an almost flat angle. "Bang", the ball passed the net like a ghost and fell rapidly on the opponent's table.

The opponent's pupils shrank, and the ball bounced a second time when he made a hasty save.

The ball was spinning so violently that it jumped out diagonally the moment it touched the racket and flew directly towards the backstop.

"Beautiful!" the coach couldn't help but exclaimed on the sidelines.

Jianhua just pursed his lips and tapped his fingertips unconsciously on the edge of the table twice, which was his habitual action when thinking.

Jianhua wiped the sweat off the racket handle with the hem of his jersey, and rubbed the rubber lightly with his fingertips, feeling the friction of the anti-rubber.

He noticed that his opponent licked his lips unconsciously, a small gesture when he was nervous.

Next, Jianhua deliberately slowed down the pace and bounced the ball on the ground three times.

When throwing the ball, he leaned his body slightly to the left, as if he was going to serve a long spin ball.

At the moment when the opponent's center of gravity moved, his wrist suddenly changed direction, and with a crisp "pop" sound, the ball shot straight into the opponent's forehand small triangle area like lightning.

The long ball came too fast, and the opponent barely blocked the ball, which flew high. Jianhua took a step forward and smashed it hard.

The ball hit the opponent's table with a sound like an explosion, and bounced towards the audience with white smoke. The sidelines burst into cheers of "good shot!" When Jianhua turned around, he saw his opponent shaking his numb wrist vigorously. This seemingly simple serve attack actually concealed the "sinking force" technique that he had practiced for half a year.

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