The big devil in table tennis

Chapter 1321: More and more targeted

There was a determination gleam in the eyes of the other player. He gently tossed the ping-pong ball, and the racket drew a sharp arc in the air.

The ping-pong ball flew like an arrow, with a strong spin straight into Jianhua's left blind spot.

Jianhua quickly turned sideways, flicked his wrist, and tried to pull the ball back with his backhand.

However, the spin of the ball was beyond his expectations. The return ball hit the net and bounced high. The opponent player seized the opportunity and made a fierce smash!

The ping-pong ball hit Jianhua's table like a cannonball and bounced quickly out of the court.

Jianhua tried his best to save the ball, but it was still just a little bit off.

“6:4!” The referee’s voice echoed in the stadium.

The audience on the sidelines exclaimed in surprise, and some began to whisper: "Jianhua is not in the right state today."

Jianhua wiped the sweat from his forehead and stared at his opponent.

He noticed that there was a subtle change in the opponent's racket grip. It turned out that the opponent had adjusted his tactics without him noticing.

The opponent now serves.

He took a deep breath and threw the ball high up. At the moment the ball fell, the racket cut through the ball at a strange angle.

The ping-pong ball flew towards the Jianhua table in a strange arc and suddenly changed direction the moment it touched the table!

Jianhua obviously did not expect this change and returned the ball hastily.

Jianhua's eyes flashed with reluctance. His fingertips trembled slightly, but he still held the table tennis racket tightly.

The coach on the sidelines suddenly stood up, put his hands to his mouth and shouted, "Watch out for his backhand spin!"

The opponent raised his lips slightly and hit the ball again. This time, the serve was more subtle, and the racket suddenly turned over at the moment of contact with the ball.

The ping-pong ball seemed to be cast under a spell, drawing an "S"-shaped trajectory in the air.

Jianhua suddenly lowered his center of gravity, and when the ball bounced, he flicked his wrist. Bang! A beautiful quick counterattack, the ball passed through the net like lightning.

The audience burst into applause. The commentator shouted excitedly: "Beautiful! Jianhua saw through this ball!"

At this moment, Jianhua's eyes were filled with renewed fighting spirit.

He gently turned the racket, and the rubber made a slight sound as it rubbed against his sweat.

The game entered a white-hot stage, with both sides going back and forth.

The opposing player suddenly made a rare shot, and the ping-pong ball drew an exaggerated arc in the air.

Jianhua's pupils shrank slightly, and at the critical moment, he leaned back and used his racket to save the ball at an incredible angle.

The ping-pong ball brushed the net and lightly touched the opponent's table.
At the decisive moment, the air seemed to freeze.

Jianhua and his opponent looked at each other across the net, with the fire of unwillingness to admit defeat burning in their eyes.

This ball lasted for more than twenty rounds and is still going on!
When the ping-pong ball bounces gently on the opponent's table for the second time.

Jianhua held the racket high, sweat streaming down his cheeks. He could do it at this moment.

The opponent obviously did not expect Jianhua to be able to break his ball so easily, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

But soon, he regained his calm expression, slightly bending his body, like a cheetah ready to pounce.

Snapped!
It was another tricky serve, this time with a strong backspin, and the ball fell rapidly after passing the net.

Jianhua was prepared. He stepped forward and flicked his wrist lightly. "Snap!" The ball hit the net and flew over!

"Net touch! Re-serve!" the referee signaled.

There was a murmur of discussion from the sidelines.

The opponent frowned and readjusted his breathing.

Jianhua took the opportunity to wipe his palms with his jersey, and his eyes became more focused.

This time it was a long ball heading straight to the baseline! Jianhua took a half step back and ripped it with his backhand.

"Shh!"

The ball hits the opponent's forehand corner like a sharp arrow!
"Good shot!" The audience burst into cheers.

6:5! The score was close and the pace of the game suddenly accelerated.

Beads of sweat oozed from the opponent's forehead. He stared at Jianhua and suddenly smiled.

Jianhua did not respond, but just gently turned the racket with a sharp look in his eyes.

The opponent's thumb rubbed the rubber of the racket twice, and this subtle movement was captured by Jianhua.

The rhythm of the ping-pong ball bouncing on the table suddenly changed. After three light taps, the ball was thrown violently to a position thirty degrees away from the center line.

Jianhua's pupils shrank slightly, which is the "ear-covering serve" commonly used by European players.

The moment the racket touches the ball, the noise of the entire venue seems to be sucked away.

Jianhua saw the trembling trajectory of his opponent's forearm muscles and predicted that this was a hybrid variation of side topspin and no spin.

His knees had already flexed and extended in advance, and at the moment the ping-pong ball just passed the net, the sole of his left shoe rubbed against the floor rubber, making a harsh "squeak" sound.

"Backhand quick pass!" The coach's shout was 0.3 seconds late.

Jianhua's racket cuts towards the incoming ball at an angle of 87 degrees, and the rubber particles are deformed during high-speed squeezing.

With a teeth-grinding friction sound, the ping-pong ball flew towards the opponent's table at a speed of 420 rpm, and suddenly fell down at the moment of contact. This was a textbook-level "falling leaf ball".

The girl in the yellow cheering uniform in the audience suddenly stood up, and the speedometer in her hand showed that the speed of this ball reached 112 kilometers per hour.

The opponent was forced to retreat two meters from the table, and just as the ball was about to fall for the second time, he managed to hook the ball back using the "fishing for the moon in the bottom of the sea" gesture.

Jianhua had been waiting in front of the net. He made a clean and sharp shot from inside the table, and the ping-pong ball bounced off the edge of the opponent's racket and hit the backboard hard.

"7:5!" The referee's voice was drowned out by the cheers. Jianhua noticed that his opponent secretly adjusted his wristband when he turned around, and the bandage there was already oozing with sweat.

The 60-second break between games seemed like slow motion.

Jianhua tore open the energy gel package with his teeth, and the sweet grape flavor mixed with sweat slid into his throat. The big screen replayed the lucky edge ball just now, and he forced himself to look away, because this kind of detail is most likely to disturb the mentality.

"His forehand defense radius has been reduced by 15%," the coach leaned over and whispered. The thermal image on the tablet showed that the opponent's right scapula muscles were glowing a warning red. "But be careful of his backhand attack."

Jianhua nodded and covered his head with a towel. Countless spots of light flickered in the darkness, which were the ping-pong ball tracks left on the retina.

When he returned to the court, the venue's air conditioning suddenly increased its power, and the air flow disturbance caused Jianhua's first serve to have a deviation of 0.7 grams.

The opponent was like a shark that smelled blood, and with a rare "tyrant twist" he blasted the ball into the gap under Jianhua's armpit.

Jianhua instinctively used the "ball-encircling" technique when he lost his balance. His racket blocked the incoming ball like a shield, and the return ball somehow brushed past the net. "Luck is also strength!" the opponent suddenly shouted in Chinese, but his mouth was tightly tightened.

Jianhua noticed that the joint of his index finger holding the racket was turning white - a sign that the muscle was about to spasm.

The next three points turned into a painful war of attrition, with each ball hitting more than 12 boards, and the trails left by the ping-pong balls in the air looked like tangled DNA chains.

Jianhua suddenly changed his strategy. He gave up his backhand quick tear and attacked the opponent's forehand corner for seven consecutive balls.

This unconventional tactic makes the opponent like a bull being played with.

Jianhua's first serve was an unexpectedly short ball down the middle, with a spin intensity reaching Level 5, which is rare among professional players.

Jianhua's serve receiving choice was even more bizarre. He used an almost vertical racket face to "suck" the ball over the net, and the ping-pong ball fell rapidly in front of the net as if being pulled by an invisible silk thread.

When the ping-pong ball hit the opponent's forehand corner at the same tricky angle, the opponent's fair skin turned into a sickly flush.

His blond hair was matted into clumps by sweat, and he suddenly smashed his racket against the backboard like an enraged lion cub.

"Scheie!" The accented curse came through the microphone throughout the audience.

The moment the referee took out the yellow card, Jianhua lowered his eyes and adjusted the rubber of his racket without changing his movements at all, except for the little finger of his left hand that trembled slightly. This was an occupational disease he contracted when he was in the national youth team, a nervous reaction that would occur whenever a tactical fraud was successful.

During the 90 seconds that Jianhua covered his head with a towel, the audience saw the letters "CHN" on his back rising and falling violently.

Jianhua's first shot was an unexpectedly short ball down the middle, with a spin intensity reaching Level 5, which is rare among professional players.

The three-star red Double Happiness star appeared in a suspended state that violated common sense of physics the moment it touched the platform, like an agate suspended by transparent spider silk.

When the other player hurriedly swung back, the friction between the racket rubber and the ball produced infrasound waves, causing the spectators in the front row to cover their ears at the same time. This decisive shot, called a "quantum entangled ball" by the CCTV commentator, was later shown in a slow-motion replay on YouTube as a 17-degree deflection of the axis of rotation.

But what really destroyed the opponent's psychological defense was Jianhua's next choice of receiving the serve.

He used an almost vertical racket face to "suck" the ball over the net, and the ping-pong ball fell rapidly in front of the net as if being pulled by an invisible thread.

Jianhua's eyes focused, and his body instantly started like a spring. He noticed the flaw that his opponent had revealed due to his eagerness to attack - although the smash was fierce, it landed right in the blind spot of his backhand.

In a flash, Jianhua shook his wrist and the racket cut out a "moon-catching shot" at a nearly vertical angle.

The ping-pong ball made a "hissing" sound when it touched the racket, and drew a strange parabola.

When the ball passed the net, it was almost sticking to the bottom edge of the net, but it suddenly fell down the moment it bounced off the opponent's table, as if it was pulled to the ground by an invisible hand.

"Side spin and back spin!" The coach on the sidelines clutched the scoreboard. When the opponent made the save, the racket had already touched the bottom of the ball, but the spin made the ping-pong ball turn dramatically at a right angle and hit the backstop with a "bang".

Jianhua heard a tsunami of cheers erupting from the audience.

He wiped his sweaty bangs and found that the orange ball mark he had just made when he saved the ball was imprinted on the rubber of the racket like a medal.

The moment the ping-pong ball bounced on the table, the air in the venue seemed to freeze.

The opponent obviously did not expect Jianhua's counterattack to be so tricky. His body was leaning forward and his center of gravity shifted. He could only watch the strangely spinning ball brush past the edge of his racket and finally hit the backstop.

The audience instantly erupted into thunderous applause and cheers.

Jianhua took a deep breath and slowly put down his racket. Sweat slid down his cheeks and dripped onto the dark blue table.

He looked up at the large electronic screen, and after confirming the score, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, but he quickly regained his composure.

"It's not over yet," he whispered to himself.

The referee signaled to continue, Jianhua wiped the sweat off his face with a towel and looked at his opponent with a determined gaze.

The two have played against each other many times and are familiar with each other's playing styles, but today, the opponent was in exceptionally fierce form and every point in the first four games was fought extremely hard.

"Snap!" The opponent player served the ball, with a high-speed side spin going straight to Jianhua's backhand.

Jianhua had anticipated this and quickly ripped the ball sideways, with the ball returning to the opponent's forehand corner like lightning.

The opponent player reacted very quickly, taking a step forward and launching a powerful loop, with the ball heading straight for Jianhua's chest with a strong topspin.

"Bang!" Jianhua did not retreat but advanced, pressed his body forward, shook his wrist, and hit a "backhand quick drive" with an extremely fast speed and a tricky angle, and it flew out along the sideline.

The opposing player barely managed to save it, but the ball bounced high and it was a chance!

Jianhua's eyes became fierce, he pushed off the ground with both feet, leaped into the air, and swung his right arm like a whip, "Rampage!"

"Bang!" The ping-pong ball hit Li Zhendong's table like a cannonball, and then bounced towards the audience.

Jianhua clenched his fists and growled, and the coach on the sidelines stood up excitedly.

In the next few balls, both sides played at a very high level.

The opposing player adjusted his tactics and began to frequently use a combination of "short swing" and "long split" in an attempt to disrupt Jianhua's rhythm.

Jianhua, on the other hand, played steadily and patiently looked for opportunities. Once the opponent relaxed a little, he would attack decisively.

The game entered a white-hot stage, and every point touched the hearts of the audience.

A "reverse rotation" confused Jianhua, and Jianhua was a little slow in judging and returned the ball a little high. "Bang!" He seized the opportunity and scored directly with a "burst"!
"7:6!" The whole audience was boiling, the opposing player roared, and his momentum soared.

Jianhua took a deep breath, walked to the sidelines and wiped the sweat off his face, his eyes still calm.

He knew that what was more important than technology at this moment was mentality.

The opponent player served the ball with a "hook serve" and the ball had a strong side spin. Jianhua swung it back a little higher and immediately turned sideways and "rushed for the forehand", and the ball hit the opponent's table like a meteor!
Jianhua saved the ball with all his strength, but it just went past the net.

The whole audience exclaimed. The opponent reacted quickly. He stepped forward and flicked his wrist at the moment when the ball was about to bounce for the second time. "Suck it!"

The ball lightly skipped over the net and barely bounced on Jianhua's table.

The other player adjusted his breathing and his eyes became sharp.

He served the ball, a long and sharp ball going straight to Jianhua's backhand baseline.

Jianhua was prepared and quickly tore the ball with his backhand, and the ball returned like a sharp arrow.

The opponent player forced himself to turn sideways and made a "counter-pull", and the ball flew towards Jianhua's forehand with a strong rotation.

Jianhua did not retreat but advanced, pressing his body forward and swinging his arms out like whips—"Forehand Explosion!"

“Bang!
The ping-pong ball passed through Li Zhendong's defense like lightning, hit the table heavily, and then bounced away.

Jianhua's "forehand burst" was powerful and the ball was so fast that it almost left an afterimage.

There was a burst of exclamations from the audience, and some people even stood up and stared at the ping-pong ball that was glowing white under the light.

The opponent player reacted very quickly, quickly retreating and trying to save the ball.

But his center of gravity had shifted, and the racket he stretched out barely touched the edge of the ball, causing the ball to bounce high and fly out of the baffle.

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