The big devil in table tennis

Chapter 1317: Victory is within reach
The opponent player gently tossed the ball with his left hand, and the racket in his right hand suddenly accelerated at the moment of contact with the ball. He shook his wrist secretly, and sent out a short ball with strong side spin.

The ping-pong ball drew a strange arc, seemingly flying towards Jianhua's forehand position, but it suddenly turned after passing the net and went straight to the backhand small triangle area.

But Jianhua was prepared. He moved sideways quickly and made a quick backhand flick. The ball hit the opponent's forehand corner with a "pop".

The opposing player had anticipated the situation and moved as fast as lightning. He took a step forward to grab the best hitting point. His right arm stretched out like a bow, and he exerted force from his waist and abdomen, and the racket hit the ball violently from bottom to top!
"boom--!"

The ping-pong ball tore through the air like a bullet and hit the Jianhua table with a whistling sound.

Jianhua reacted extremely quickly, lowering his body's center of gravity instantly, and made a quick backhand shot. The ball bounced back at a faster speed and went straight to the opponent's backhand baseline.

The opponent's pupils shrank slightly, and his feet slid sideways like a ghost. He adjusted himself at the critical moment, and made a quick backhand kick. The racket rubbed the ball at a nearly horizontal angle, and the ping-pong ball drew a low arc and passed Jianhua!

Jianhua obviously did not expect that the opponent could return such a ball in such a passive situation. He was unable to save the ball in a hurry, and the ball lightly touched the table and then bounced weakly.

The opposing player seized the opportunity, stepped forward, flicked his wrist lightly, and made an exquisite short swing. The ball fell lightly along the net and bounced twice on the opponent's table.

However, just when the audience thought that the point was settled, Jianhua suddenly jumped up, his body almost sticking to the table and flying out, and his racket suddenly lifted the ball before it was about to touch the table for the second time!
"Snapped--!"

The ping-pong ball drew an incredibly high arc, passed over Jianhua's head, hit the corner of the table heavily, and then turned sideways rapidly and flew out.

Jianhua tried hard to chase back, but the ball was too fast and his saving action was half a beat slow.

"9:8!" the referee announced loudly.

The venue was instantly boiling with excitement. The opponent clenched his fists and growled, while Jianhua stood in place, his chest heaving violently and sweat dripping down his chin.

He took a deep breath, his eyes still sharp, the game was not over yet, the victory or defeat was still a matter of millimeters.

Jianhua gripped the racket tightly, his knuckles turning slightly white.

He raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead and stared at his panting opponent opposite him with sharp eyes.

The numbers on the scoreboard were particularly eye-catching under the spotlight - 9:8, this tug-of-war was far from over.

When the referee blew the whistle to signal the game to continue, the venue suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

The opposing player turned the ping-pong ball in his palm three times, and the friction between the rubber and sweat made a slight sticky sound.

This time he used a backhand serve, and when he leaned forward, the back of his jersey showed a clear outline of his spine.

When throwing the ball, he deliberately slowed down his movement by 0.5 seconds.

When the yellow ball rose to the highest point, the right hand holding the racket suddenly shot out like a cobra.

The edge of the racket cuts into the bottom of the ball at a nearly vertical angle, making a "sizzling" sound of friction.

This seemingly ordinary short backspin ball fell rapidly as if it was grabbed by an invisible hand the moment it passed the net.

Jianhua was prepared. He took a step forward and skillfully flicked his wrist.

The ball flew back in a high arc, but strangely fell again after passing the net. It turned out that Jianhua secretly added a rare "sharp drop" rotation when serving.

Just as the ball was about to hit the net, the opponent suddenly shouted, leaped out, and caught the ball with his racket just thirty centimeters from the ground.

"boom!"

The return ball bounced irregularly and went straight to Jianhua's armpit corner.

Jianhua's body drew a tight arc in the air. At the moment the racket touched the ball, his wrist joint trembled three times with an amplitude that was barely noticeable to the naked eye. This was the "triple wave" technique he learned when he was learning the skills of the provincial team at the sports school.

The ping-pong ball jumped twice strangely above the net, paused for 0.3 seconds like a flying insect stuck in a spider web, and then suddenly accelerated and fell.

The opponent's racket had already predicted the regular landing point, and watched the ball leave a wet sweat trail on the table.

Then, with a bang, he hit it directly.

Jianhua's pupils suddenly contracted, and the friction between the soles of his shoes and the rubber floor made a harsh "squeak" sound.

The muscles in his right leg bulged, and the folds of his sweatpants formed wavy patterns as he turned sharply.

The racket changes from a horizontal blade to a straight blade at the last centimeter, and the edge of the racket precisely cuts into the axis of the ball's rotation.

This movement caused the ligaments in his elbow to make a dull sound as he could not bear the strain.

The ping-pong ball suddenly "came alive" at the moment of contact, and made a spiral motion along the racket surface that violated common sense of physics.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment, and the trajectory of the sphere's rotation drew a strange silver arc under the light, like a snake breaking free from its restraints.

The distorted trajectory was reflected in the opponent's pupils. His body had already reacted in advance. He stepped back and subconsciously moved the racket forward.

But just as the ball was about to touch the racket, it suddenly changed direction, as if pulled by an invisible force, and suddenly jumped upwards, brushing the edge of the racket and flying towards the ceiling.

"Snapped!"

The ball hit the ceiling light hard, the lampshade shook slightly, and fine dust fell down.

There was a gasp from the audience, followed by deathly silence.

Jianhua's right hand trembled slightly, and the pain in his elbow made him frown, but the corners of his mouth raised a barely perceptible arc.

He stared at the ball that was still trembling slightly on the lampshade, as if confirming something.

"This..." The referee opened his mouth but failed to give a decision immediately.

The ball rolled slowly and finally fell to the floor with a "thump", bounced twice, and stopped at the opponent's feet.

The ball did not reach the shore, and Jianhua gave the opponent a point for nothing.

9:9 and the two sides ended up in a tie.

The opponent player leaned forward and drew his racket, throwing the ping-pong ball high up with his left palm. The ball drew a silver line under the spotlight and suddenly exploded with a "bang"!

I saw his forearm muscles bulging, and the racket swung down diagonally with the sound of wind. The ping-pong ball tore through the air like a bullet, and exploded in a white shadow on the table.

Jianhua didn't even have time to blink before the ball exploded at the corner of the table on his side. The crisp sound of the rubber hitting the table startled the spectators in the front row and they all leaned back.

The ball was moving so fast that it created wisps of green smoke on the table. The spinning ball strangely changed its trajectory at the moment of rebound, and struck Jianhua's backhand corner like a white lightning bolt that caught him off guard.

Jianhua's pupils suddenly contracted, but his body reacted instinctively.

He pushed the ground hard with his left foot, and the friction between the sole of his shoe and the floor made a sharp "squeak--" sound. He then pounced sideways like a cheetah.

The muscles in his right arm tensed, and at the critical moment, the racket was inserted diagonally into the trajectory of the white lightning.

"Snapped!"

The moment the racket touched the ball, Jianhua shook his wrist subtly and took advantage of the opponent's violent rotation to scoop up the ball.

The ping-pong ball drew a strange arc, just brushed the net, and lightly touched the opponent's table. The opponent obviously didn't expect that this ball could be saved, and hurriedly stepped forward, but saw that the ball bounced back like a living thing after hitting the table. His swinging action suddenly froze in mid-air, but he still reacted in time and hit Jianhua's table again.

Jianhua's eyes gleamed, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly. This was the moment he had been waiting for.

The opponent's hastily returned the ball high and floating, drawing a clear parabola in the air.

Jianhua moved as fast as lightning, rushing to the front of the stage in two steps, with his right arm raised high like a full bow.

"Hah!" With a low roar, all his strength burst out instantly, and the racket chopped down with the force of thunder.

The ping-pong ball turned into a streak of white light and hit the opponent's table in a nearly straight trajectory, making a dull "bang" sound, and then bounced towards the audience like a cannonball.

The opponent didn't even have time to react and could only watch the ball whizz past him.

"10:9! Jianhua wins!" The referee's voice resounded throughout the stadium.

The venue erupted in deafening cheers.

Jianhua let out a long sigh, sweat streaming down his cheeks, but his eyes were brighter than ever.

Jianhua wiped the sweat from his forehead with his jersey and gently stroked the rough surface of the ping-pong ball with his fingertips.

The spotlights in the stadium cast tiny golden rays of light on his eyelashes, and the sound waves in the audience gradually solidified into a buzzing sound.

He suddenly bounced the ball on the table three times. This was his signature move, like some secret ritual.

When it bounced for the third time, he suddenly closed his left hand, and the ping-pong ball made a slight squeezing sound in his palm.

"despair."

The arc of the ball was twenty centimeters higher than usual.

When the ball reached the highest point, Jianhua's whole body suddenly released like a compressed spring, and the protruding curve of his right shoulder blade was clearly visible through the wet sportswear.

The moment the racket touched the ball, the wrist joint flipped fifteen degrees at a strange angle.

The ping-pong ball flew over the net in a strange spiral.

At the moment of passing the net, the speed of the ball suddenly decreased, as if it was stuck by an invisible spider web.

The opponent's pupils suddenly shrank. This was a "brake ball" that violated the laws of physics. The ball began to fall violently three centimeters above the table.

"laugh--"

The sound of the ball hitting the net was like a chuckle. At the moment when it was about to touch the table for the second time, the ball suddenly turned sharply to the right.

The opponent's racket intercepted the ball in a hurry, but fortunately he managed to block the ball successfully.

The moment the opponent's racket barely touched the ball, the ball suddenly changed its direction of rotation as if pulled by some invisible force.

The ball bounced off the racket, drew a strange arc, passed over Jianhua's head, and flew towards the back of the table.

Jianhua's pupils shrank slightly, but his body instinctively retreated half a step, with his heels almost touching the sideline.

He suddenly exerted force from his waist and abdomen, and his upper body tilted backward like a spring, and he used the racket in his right hand to backhand at an almost impossible angle.

"Snapped!"

The moment the racket touched the ball, the air in the stadium seemed to freeze for a moment.

The ping-pong ball drew an almost right-angled line in the air, passed through the net at an extremely low height, and then fell rapidly like a living thing.

The opponent gritted his teeth and saved the ball, his racket almost sweeping across the ground, but at the last moment.

"despair."

The ball lightly brushed the edge of the racket, and he picked it up just as it was about to fall to the ground.

The ping-pong ball drew a sharp arc on the table. The opponent's eyes focused, and his wrist suddenly exerted force, and a crisp "pop" sound was heard when the racket and the ball collided.

The ball flew over the net like an arrow, brushed the sideline and landed in the corner of the table, splashing tiny beads of sweat.

The commentator's voice suddenly rose: "Beautiful! This backhand shot was quite decisive!" The audience erupted in exclamations like the ocean, and some people could not help but stand up.

After that, Jianhua and his opponent launched a fierce attack at both ends of the table. The ping-pong ball flew rapidly on the table, making crisp and rapid "ping-pong-ping-pong" sounds, like a metal storm.

Jianhua's eyes were sharp and his feet moved quickly, with the soles of his shoes making short "squeaking" sounds as they rubbed against the floor.

He aimed at the incoming ball, lowered his body slightly, shook his wrist violently, and made a fierce forehand burst, and the ball hit the opponent's forehand corner like a bullet.

The opponent reacted extremely quickly. He took a step sideways, swung the racket diagonally, and used the force to hit the ball back at an even faster speed. The ball brushed the net and drew a strange arc on the table.

Jianhua did not hesitate, quickly adjusted his pace, and made a quick backhand shot, with the ball flying towards the opponent's backhand with a strong side spin.

The opponent was not willing to be outdone. He almost put his body to the ground and made an extreme save, barely picking the ball back.

Jianhua seized the opportunity, jumped up instantly, gathered all his strength in his arms, and made a thunderous smash - "bang!" The ball hit the opponent's table heavily and bounced out, and the audience instantly erupted in deafening cheers!

Sweat dripped down Jianhua's forehead, his chest heaved violently, but his eyes were still sharp.

The opponent gritted his teeth, gripped his racket, and prepared to continue fighting.

Afterwards, Jianhua's backhand twist and pull was like a silver lightning, and the ball went straight to the opponent's forehand small triangle area with a strong reverse rotation.

The opponent obviously didn't expect this cold board, and he could only force the ball down in a hurry. The return ball hit the net and bounced high up!
The noise in the audience suddenly rose, but Jianhua seemed to enter a vacuum, with only his own thunderous heartbeat in his ears.

He took a half step back, his right leg muscles tensed like a fully drawn bowstring, and his whole body leaned forward slightly like a cheetah hunting. When the ball fell to the best hitting point, Jianhua's whole body strength exploded from the soles of his feet, twisted through his waist and abdomen, and finally exploded on the racket.

"boom!"

This forehand burst directly broke through the opponent's defense line. The ping-pong ball exploded on the opponent's table and hit the back board hard.

But the opponent unexpectedly moved sideways at the critical moment, and the racket drew a semicircle at the side of his body, completing the counter-pull at an almost impossible angle.

The two rotations confronted each other fiercely in the air, and the ball drew a zigzag line that violated common sense of physics.

The opponent chose an extreme squat-chop style of play. The ping-pong ball drew a meteorite-like trajectory in the air, and the airflow caused by the rotation when falling even lifted Jianhua's bangs.

He made the judgment within 0.3 seconds - this was a long, sharp ball with sidespin!
Jianhua's body started working before his mind.

When his left foot pushed the ground, his right arm swung out like a whip, and the racket face hit the ball accurately at a 45-degree angle. The moment the ball hit the rubber, he flicked his wrist subtly, adding more intense reverse spin to the return ball.

"Snapped!"

After the ping-pong ball exploded on the opponent's table, it actually flew back along its original trajectory! The opponent's astonished expression magnified in his sight, and Jianhua had already soared into the air. Time stretched infinitely at this moment, he saw the rubber particles of the racket deform under the impact, saw the tiny seams on the surface of the ping-pong ball, and saw the trembling Adam's apple in the open mouth of the audience.

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