The big devil in table tennis

Chapter 1318 The last moment

Jianhua adjusted his posture in mid-air, and his racket cut through the air like a knife.

His core muscles contracted suddenly, and he poured all his strength into his wrist. This smash was delivered with such force that the friction between the ball and the air actually made a sharp whistling sound.

The opponent's pupils suddenly shrank, and he instinctively swung his racket to block the ball, but the ball suddenly fell like a silver lightning the moment the racket touched it.

"boom!"

A crisp sound exploded in the gymnasium, and the ping-pong ball streaked across the table like a meteor and hit the floor heavily.

The scoreboard of 11:9 flashed under the glaring lights.

Seeing this score, the opponent's racket hung limply at his side, and sweat dripped down his chin to the ground.

He hunched his back slightly, his eyes fixed on the white ball that was still bouncing slightly, as if he wanted to use his gaze to draw it back to the table.

But it's too late, but there is still a chance.

Next, Jianhua stood on the left half of the table, leaning forward slightly with his feet shoulder-width apart.

He gently threw the ping-pong ball into the air, the height of the ball was obviously more than 16 centimeters, and at the moment the ball fell, he held the racket in his right hand and swung it quickly forward and downward, with the racket rubbing the bottom of the ball at a nearly horizontal angle.

The ping-pong ball drew a low arc, first landing in the middle of the table, then crossing the net and gently bouncing in the near-net area of ​​the opponent's table. This serve had strong rotation, and the ball moved forward significantly after touching the table, forcing the opponent to quickly step forward to receive the ball. After Lin Hui completed the serve, he immediately stepped back half a step, lowered his center of gravity, and prepared for the next attack.

The opponent's eyes focused and instantly determined that this was a short ball near the net with strong backspin.

He immediately pushed off the ground with his right foot and rushed forward quickly. At the same time, his racket hand quickly moved forward, his wrist slightly raised, and he lightly touched the ball at the moment it bounced, and used delicate short swing technique to return the ball to Lin Hui's table near the net.

The ping-pong ball brushed past the net and landed at a very short point, almost touching the net.

Seeing this, Jianhua immediately stepped forward to grab the ball, but the changes in the speed and rotation of the ball forced him to temporarily adjust his movements and barely lift the ball.

The opponent player seized the opportunity, quickly turned sideways, and made a fierce forehand burst. The ball hit Jianhua's backhand corner like lightning!
The spectators on the sidelines exclaimed in surprise. The offensive and defensive transitions in this round were as fast as lightning. Both sides had launched a fierce fight and attack in just a few seconds!
Jianhua reacted extremely quickly. Seeing the opponent rushing straight towards the backhand blind spot, he instantly took a cross step and turned sideways, almost jumping into the air, using the strength of his waist and abdomen to twist and pull forcefully!

The moment the racket touched the ball, the wrist suddenly exerted force, producing an extremely difficult "backhand diagonal shot".

The ping-pong ball turned sideways with a strong force, drew an exaggerated arc, bypassed the net post, and headed straight for the opponent's forehand corner!

The audience burst into exclamations; this brilliant return caught the opponent off guard.

When the opponent player made a barely effective save, the racket brushed against the edge of the table and the ping-pong ball bounced high into the air.

Jianhua seized the opportunity, rushed to the front of the table like a cheetah, and with a forehand smash, the white ball hit the opponent's table like a meteorite!

There was also an opponent who was well prepared and was not afraid of the ball hit by Jianhua. He hit the ball onto the table with his backhand.

Jianhua's eyes focused, his steps were as fast as the wind, and he adjusted his position instantly.

He predicted his opponent's backhand smash, leaned back slightly, and shook his wrist lightly.

The ping-pong ball drew a strange arc, passed through the net, lightly touched the opponent's table, and then fell rapidly!
The opponent was caught off guard and rushed to the front of the table in a hurry. I swung the racket immediately, and it was very timely!
And at the critical moment, the racket was lifted up at an extremely tricky angle!

The ping-pong ball flew past the net, and just before it went out of bounds, it suddenly spun downward, making a sharp curve along the edge of the table!

Jianhua's pupils suddenly contracted and he flew to save the ball.

Inside the table tennis hall, the lights were bright as day, and the auditorium was packed. The air was filled with tension, mixed with the smell of sweat and rubber flooring. The scoreboard clearly showed: 11:10
The opponent player caught up with this ball.

At the same time, "Jianhua! Jianhua!" A uniform shout came from the audience stands and surged towards the stadium like a tide.

Jianhua straightened up and wiped the racket with a towel.

His eyes were still focused, without a trace of panic.

The referee signaled for the game to continue.

The opponent served the ball, a fast backspin ball going straight to Jianhua's backhand.

To the opponent's surprise, Jianhua did not forcefully return the ball as he had done before. Instead, he stepped sideways and used his forehand to hit a beautiful loop ball. The ball drew a graceful arc and hit the corner of the table on the opponent's side.

There was a burst of surprised discussion in the audience.

Jianhua continued to play ball with the opponent.

Then the opponent player served a short ball without spin.

Jianhua seemed to have anticipated this. He took a step forward, flicked his wrist lightly, and the ball hit the net and landed on the opponent's table.

The opposing coach was shouting something at the sidelines, but he could no longer hear him.

Sweat slid down his temples and he suddenly felt inexplicably anxious.

He hit the ball a little higher than usual, and there was a subtle change in his wrist at the moment of impact.

Jianhua judged that it was a backspin, but when the ball came over it had a strong side spin and his return almost failed!

The atmosphere in the venue suddenly became tense.

The audience stopped supporting Jianhua and some began to cheer for his opponent. Jianhua felt sweat oozing out of his palms and had to wipe them repeatedly with a towel.

"Calm down, you must stay calm." He said to himself, but all he could hear was the sound of his own violent heartbeat.

The opponent's next serve was even more tricky, a very short ball inside the table.

Jianhua chose his best reverse spin shot, which has fast ball speed and strong spin.

The opponent seemed to be well prepared, with a beautiful backhand twist and pull, the ball flew like lightning to Jianhua's forehand corner. Jianhua barely blocked the ball back, but the quality was very poor.

The opponent seized the opportunity and rushed forward, and the ball hit Jianhua's table like a cannonball and bounced away.

The table tennis match between Jianhua and his opponent has entered a white-hot stage, and the breathing in the audience seems to have been sucked away.

The opponent used a backhand twist and pull to slam the ball hard onto the Jianhua table, and the white ball exploded on the rubber surface with a loud "pop".

Jianhua took a half step back, and the racket cut at a nearly horizontal angle. The ball passed the net with an exaggerated backspin, and bounced back strangely at the moment the opponent's table bounced up. When the opponent made a save, the edge of the racket just touched the ball, drawing a light blue parabola in the cold light of the LED lights on the ceiling.

Jianhua suddenly switched to a high toss serve, and the ball turned into a blurry white dot at the top of the 18-meter-high venue. As it fell, the racket face cut fiercely with inch force.

The ball hit the table and ricocheted in a Z-shaped trajectory. The opponent misjudged and swung the ball in the air. The ball continued to rotate when it hit the baffle, creating tiny static sparks on the acrylic plate. During the multi-shot stalemate, both sides launched mid-range and long-range attacks. Jianhua hit seven consecutive forehand shots, and the ball whistled when it broke through 100km/h and rubbed against the air.

In the tenth round, the opponent was forced to hit a high ball. When Jianhua jumped up to smash the ball, a metallic "clang" sound was heard at the moment the racket touched the ball. The ping-pong ball was flattened into an oval shape under the heavy pressure, and the moment it returned to its spherical shape, it was embedded in the bottom corner of the opponent's table like a bullet.

The opponent suddenly hit a rare reverse-spin ball, and the ball stopped suddenly in a way that went against common sense of physics. However, it was "scooped up" by Jianhua's racket frame the moment it passed the net. This was not a regular action, and the ball rolled down the opponent's table along the net as if being pulled by an invisible rope.

When the opponent saw Jianhua's strange volley rolling towards the net, his pupils suddenly contracted.

The sole of his left shoe rubbed against the floor making a sharp squeaking sound, and when his body leaned forward, the back of his sportswear revealed the sharp outline of his shoulder blade.

Before the ball passes the net, the right hand holding the racket has already completed the racket-leading action, and the forearm muscles are tightly tightened like gears under the skin.

When the ball was falling along the net with an unreasonable rotation, he actually inserted the bottom of the racket at a 30-degree angle into the less than 2-cm gap between the net and the ball!
The moment the edge of the racket frame touched the white rope of the net, the entire net vibrated and ripples appeared.

With a flick of the wrist force, the ping-pong ball was "scooped" up into a parabola that violated the laws of physics - the ball fell rapidly after passing the net, and hit Jianhua's forehand small triangle area with a strong side turn, and a wisp of static dust visible to the naked eye rose on the table.

As he completed the save, he pressed toward the front desk like a hunting cheetah.

The carbon fiber plate on the forefoot of the sneaker makes a slight "click" sound when exerting force, turning the body into a fully drawn bow.

At this moment, the trajectory of the ball bouncing for the second time on Jianhua's table just fell into the killing zone he had calculated in advance. That was analyzed through three years of game videos. There would be a fatal blind spot of 0.3 seconds when Jianhua switched to the backhand position.

His racket left a silver-gray afterimage in the air, which was the optical camouflage effect of the specially made aromatic-carbon mixed baseboard under the light.

The racket face is slightly adjusted by 15° at the moment of hitting the ball, allowing the ball, which already has sidespin, to undergo a second acceleration.

As the ping-pong ball tears through the air, the celluloid material covering its surface even turns slightly yellow due to overheating from friction, leaving a burning orange trail on the audience's retinas.

The high-speed camera on the sidelines showed that the return ball completed the victory at the net in 0.17 seconds.

Jianhua failed to catch the ball at the critical moment, 11:11
The opponent's player served the ball next. He looked at Jianhua before serving and threw the ping-pong ball high up.

The ball drew a bright silver arc under the light. Jianhua narrowed his eyes, leaned forward slightly, and the knuckles of his right hand holding the racket turned white due to the force.

The opponent's serve had a strong side spin, and the ball turned strangely towards Jianhua's backhand blind spot the moment it touched the table.

There were a few low cheers from the audience, but Jianhua had predicted it. From the glance just now, he understood his opponent's deliberate intention to expose himself.

The soles of his shoes rubbed against the floor, making a stinging sound. Jianhua took two steps sideways and swung his racket at the bouncing ping-pong ball at an almost oblique angle.

The moment the rubber touched the ball, his wrist suddenly turned, and the slice shot that was supposed to be a return shot turned into an extremely deceptive short swing.

The ball floated over the net and bounced on the opponent's table for the second time, and the opponent was startled.

Jianhua's fingers were tightened on the racket handle until they turned white, and the orange trail across the table was still burning his retina.

The 0.3-second gap in his backhand transition was perfectly pierced, as if the opponent had used a scalpel to dissect all of his game videos for the past three years.

When the silver-gray afterimage came again, Jianhua's pupils suddenly contracted.

This time it was a forehand long ball, with a strange mixture of topspin and sidespin. The ball suddenly fell at the moment it passed the net, as if being pulled to the corner of the table by an invisible line.

His knees had already bent in advance, and the friction between the rubber soles of his sneakers and the floor rubber made a "squeaking" sound like a venomous snake spitting out its tongue.

"Snapped!"

The racket face was tilted 45 degrees to create a low-lying shot, and the ping-pong ball strangely changed its direction of rotation when it bounced off the table.

The opponent obviously didn't expect this, and his racket shape was disturbed for 0.1 second when he hurriedly returned the ball.

Jianhua seized this fleeting opportunity, and his entire body suddenly released like a spring compressed to the extreme, with his upper arm driving his forearm to complete a textbook forehand burst.

"boom!"

The sound of the ball hitting the rubber is like a gunshot. The high-speed camera captures the deformation ripples produced by the spherical celluloid material at the moment of contact. This is the killing board at a speed of 142 kilometers per hour, and the air is squeezed out into a cone-shaped shock wave visible to the naked eye.

The opponent's figure was distorted into a blurred block of color in Jianhua's vision, and only the left hand with a wrist guard was cutting through the air like a blade.

"despair."

The sound of the ball hitting the ground was so soft that it was almost inaudible.

Jianhua's pupils suddenly contracted. The moment the rubber surface of the racket touched the ball, he saw the ghostly shaking of the opponent's wrist.

The ping-pong ball draws a spiral trajectory on the racket surface that violates common sense of physics, as if it is being pulled around the net by an invisible thread.

"laugh!"

The rotating sphere brushed against the white line of the side stage, creating a tiny static spark.

Jianhua's right knee protector suddenly made a crisp "click" sound. It was the carbon fiber material that broke due to the stress caused by the sudden stop and change of direction.

The exclamations from the audience were stretched out into distorted waves of sound.

Jianhua saw that his racket, which had been swinging in the air, left a silver afterimage under the overhead light, and the ball, which was supposed to fall, was now bouncing up a second time on the opponent's table in defiance of gravity.

The sphere paused strangely on the table for a moment, as if supported by some invisible force.

Then, it suddenly rose up at a nearly vertical angle, drawing an arc that defied common sense and heading straight for the ceiling.

Jianhua's eardrums captured the sharp buzzing sound caused by the friction between the sphere and the air. This was not a normal rotation at all.

The opponent's player's ball suddenly changed direction at the moment of touching the top, and fell straight into the dead corner of Jianhua's half of the table at the speed of a cannonball.

The air in the entire venue seemed to freeze at this moment, leaving only the roar of the sphere tearing through the airflow.

Jianhua's body moved faster than his mind. He slammed his left foot against the ground, making a sharp, ear-piercing sound as the sole of his shoe rubbed against the rubber floor. He then pounced sideways like a cheetah.

The racket blocked the ball's path at the critical moment, but at the moment of contact, he felt a strange pulling force, as if the ball itself was resisting being knocked back.

"Zi——!"

Similarly, when the other player sees such a ping-pong ball coming towards him, he immediately swings the ping-pong racket in his hand and hits the ping-pong ball back!

When the ball was hit, the strength of the whole person was just right. After all, this was the last moment, so every ball was crucial!

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