The big devil in table tennis

Chapter 1323 Pretty Good

At this moment, the playing field seemed to be frozen by invisible tension, and the breathing sounds on both sides of the table could be clearly heard.

The opponent suddenly broke out in the desperate situation of falling behind 10:6. An unquenchable fire ignited in his eyes, and every swing of his racket was carried out with the determination to fight to the death.

At the critical moment, his sneakers made a sharp sound on the plastic floor, and with a backhand shot, he actually lifted the ping-pong ball that was almost touching the ground over the net. This miraculous save caused the audience to burst into exclamations like waves.

Jianhua's rhythm was obviously disrupted by the sudden counterattack, and his signature loop ball hesitated for 0.3 seconds.

It was in this split second that the opponent player seized the opportunity to launch a series of powerful attacks. His forehand smash was as sharp as a samurai sword drawn from its sheath, and the "bang bang" sound of the racket colliding with the rubber formed a suffocating rhythm in the gymnasium.

When the score board turned to 10:7, you could see Jianhua's wrist trembling slightly, and sweat was flowing like streams between his furrowed brows.

The winning goal came unexpectedly.

The opponent player suddenly changed the way he gripped the racket when receiving the serve, and the rare straight-blade horizontal hitting technique made the ping-pong ball draw a strange "S" shaped trajectory.

Jianhua used too much force when returning the ball in a hurry, and the small orange-yellow ball bounced high, which was a winning opportunity prepared for the opponent.

The opponent's leaping figure cast a slender shadow under the overhead light, and the muscular lines of his arms were like a fully drawn bowstring. He made a textbook "violent smash" and hit the ball hard on the corner of Jianhua's side of the table. The ping-pong ball exploded on the table with a crisp sound and flew obliquely out of the court.

The moment the electronic scoreboard lit up at 10:7, the audience seats were boiling as if explosives were ignited.

The commentator shouted out loud: "Shocking reversal! This is the most incredible counterattack in this league!" The opposing player knelt down beside the table, pounding the floor with his fists, while Jianhua stood there, staring at his red palms, as if he had not yet recovered from this dramatic turn.

The scorers in the referee's booth exchanged looks of disbelief. This contest, which originally seemed to have no suspense, was now heading in a direction that no one could predict.

In particular, the numbers on the electronic scoreboard were cold and dazzling, and the cheers that broke out in the venue surged towards Jianhua like a tide, making Jianhua feel dizzy.

Jianhua looked down at his racket. There were still traces of sweat on the rubber and his fingers were trembling slightly.

Just a few minutes ago, he was in absolute control of the game with a 10:6 advantage, and victory seemed within reach.

But the opponent's counterattack came so fast, like a beast cornered, and every ball was scored with almost crazy aggressiveness.

"Jianhua! Stay calm!" the coach shouted from the sidelines, but his voice was drowned out by the noise of the audience.

The opposing player was now standing at the other end of the table, his chest heaving violently but his eyes surprisingly bright.

He wiped the sweat from his face and a barely perceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The referee signaled for the game to continue, and the noise in the venue subsided slightly.

Jianhua took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

Don’t panic... He was just lucky just now. As long as I can keep the rhythm steady, I can still win!
He served the ball, a low, spinning backspin ball that landed steadily on the opponent's table.

The opponent did not attack rashly, but gently rubbed the ball, and the ball drew a soft arc and fell back to Jianhua's forehand position.

Jianhua frowned and decided to take the initiative to attack.

He turned sideways and hit a high loop, and the ball flew to the opponent's backhand with a strong topspin.

However, the opponent seemed to have anticipated this. He quickly moved sideways and made a quick backhand shot, and the ball hit Jianhua's forehand corner like a sharp arrow!

"Snapped!"

Jianhua barely reached the ball, but the quality of his return was not high. His opponent seized the opportunity and made a sudden charge, causing the ball to hit the table heavily and bounce out.

10: 8.

The audience was boiling again, and the opponent's morale was completely ignited.

Jianhua walked to the sidelines and wiped his sweat with a towel.

The coach walked over quickly and said in a low voice:
"His current tempo is too fast. You can't play at his pace. You have to slow it down and use more placement changes!"

Jianhua nodded and adjusted his breathing.

Yes, we can’t fight head-on…

Returning to the table, he deliberately slowed down the pace of his play, tossed the ball gently, flicked his wrist, and served an extremely short tennis ball.

The opponent obviously didn't expect this change and rushed forward to hit the ball, but the ball went a little high.

Jianhua seized the opportunity and rushed sideways!
"boom!"

The ball hit the opponent's table like a cannonball.

The opponent player reacted extremely quickly, took a step sideways, and used his racket to block the white afterimage at the critical moment!

"Snapped!"

The ball was forced back into a strange arc, brushing the top of the net and flying towards Jianhua's backhand corner.

The audience burst into exclamations instantly - this Jedi counterattack was almost accompanied by a twisted rotation, and the ball turned sharply to the right after landing on the table!
Jianhua's pupils suddenly contracted.

The soles of his shoes rubbed against the rubber floor, making a sharp sound. He leaped sideways like a cheetah, with the muscles in his left arm bulging.

With the body completely losing its center of gravity, the racket hits the ball hard at a tricky 30-degree angle!
"laugh--"

The friction between the rubber and the ball made a teeth-grinding sound.

The small ball turned into a flickering white light, drawing a death curve along the net.

It bounced twice strangely when it touched the net, and finally rolled down the other side's table along the net belt.

"Boom."

The opponent player reacted quickly, rushed forward, and hit the ball upwards with his racket almost touching the table!

"Shh!"

The small ball brushed the net and soared into the sky, drawing a strange, almost vertical high arc.

Jianhua had not yet recovered from the extreme save of the previous ball, and at this moment he suddenly looked up.

Under the illumination of the overhead light, the ball seemed to be suspended in mid-air, and then fell rapidly like a meteor!
Jianhua clenched his teeth, and at the moment his body leaned back, he shook his wrist, and the racket drew a streak of light from bottom to top.

"Oh!"

A domineering twist and pull tore through the air, and the ball made a piercing sound under the huge friction, and rushed straight to the blind spot of the opponent's table with a spiral storm!

The opponent actually hit a counter-attack at the extreme position, the ball flew over the net, landed on Jianhua's table, and bounced in a strange arc.

Jianhua's pupils suddenly contracted, but his body instinctively jumped sideways like a spring.

The friction between the soles of the shoes and the flooring made a sharp hissing sound, and the arm holding the racket left an afterimage in the air.

"laugh!"

The edge of the racket narrowly caught the ping-pong ball that was about to touch the table for the second time.

Amid the exclamations from the audience, the silver ball actually flew past the net along an almost parallel trajectory, exploding a streak of white light on the opponent's table!
"Good shot!" The moment the commentator screamed, the heel of the opponent's shoe had hit the backboard hard. He almost flew out, his left arm stretched to the limit, and the racket suddenly rose up 30 centimeters from the ground.

"Wow!"

The sound of the baffle being knocked down and the sound of the ball hitting exploded at the same time. The ping-pong ball had an exaggerated side spin, as if controlled by an invisible hand, and it went around the net post in a banana-like arc.

Jianhua looked at this return ball that violated common sense of physics and suddenly laughed.

He took three steps back to meet the ball, and just as his body was about to hit the referee's table, he made a backhand shot.

The racket formed a strange angle with the table, and his wrist vibrated seven times at high frequency the moment it touched the ball. This was a decisive shot that he had practiced three hundred thousand times in the ruins of the sports school facing the broken serving machine.

The ball suddenly split into three phantoms as it passed the net, and the opponent's racket only hit the air.

When a real sphere leaves an elliptical scratch on the table.

Seeing this, Jianhua immediately hit it back, and the racket left a trail in the air.

His movements were so fast that they were almost blurry, but the ball disappeared the moment it touched the racket.

The opponent stood there in a daze, and there was a cry of surprise from the audience behind the referee's stand.

Until the ball bounces off the baffle behind your opponent and lands lightly on the table.

"Snapped."

Then, the whole audience was boiling.

This was no ordinary return.

The opponent's expression changed and he stared at Jianhua.

The ball floated in the air again.

Jianhua bent his waist, his left hand pressed on the edge of the table, and the racket in his right hand was like a cheetah's sharp claw ready to strike.

The opponent's wrist guard had been soaked with sweat and turned dark blue, and he was rubbing the non-existent dust on the floor with the sole of his shoe.

Jianhua noticed that the callus on his middle finger knuckle was thicker than the last time they fought, which was proof of practicing backhand pull for two extra hours every day.

The moment the ball was thrown up, the lights on the top of the stadium exploded with dazzling spots on the surface of the sphere.

The opponent's body was suddenly released like a fully drawn bowstring, and the racket and the ball made a crisp "pop" sound when they came into contact, just like a bullet being loaded.

Jianhua's pupils suddenly contracted, but his body instinctively jumped sideways like a spring.

The friction between the soles of the shoes and the flooring made a sharp hissing sound, and the arm holding the racket left an afterimage in the air.

"laugh!"

The edge of the racket narrowly caught the ping-pong ball that was about to touch the table for the second time.

The silver ball spun with death, tearing madly at the rubber on the racket.

Jianhua's wrist twitched slightly, and he used the force-releasing technique he had learned in the ruins of the sports school working on the broken serving machine to reduce the rotation speed by 30%.

He almost flew sideways, his left arm stretched to the limit, and the racket face suddenly raised up when it was 30 centimeters above the ground.

"Wow!"

The sound of the baffle being knocked down and the sound of the ball hitting the ball exploded at the same time.

The ping-pong ball has an exaggerated side spin, as if controlled by an invisible hand, and it goes around the net post in a banana-like arc.

The ball, which should have gone out of bounds, strangely bounced back into the table due to air resistance.

Jianhua looked at this return ball that violated common sense of physics and suddenly laughed.

He took three steps back to meet the ball, and just as his body was about to hit the referee's table, he made a backhand move with a "Triple Phantom".

This was the winning move he had practiced three hundred thousand times in the ruins of the sports school facing the broken serving machine. The racket formed a strange angle with the table, and his wrist vibrated seven times at high frequency the moment it touched the ball.

When the ball passed the net, it suddenly split into three phantoms, and the opponent's racket only hit the air.

When the real ball left an oval scratch on the table, the electronic scoreboard jumped to 11:9.

The opposing player's coach squeezed the mineral water bottle until it made a crackling sound.

"Incredible! Jianhua equalized the score with a magic trick!" The commentator's voice trembled. "This is the first time in this tournament that someone has cracked the opponent's ball!"

The opposing player slowly wiped the handle of the racket with a towel, but his eyes were always fixed on Jianhua's slightly trembling right shoulder.

That was the sequelae of the rotator cuff tear last year.

He suddenly switched to serving with his left hand, and the ball's trajectory was as erratic as a dandelion seed blown away by the wind.

Seeing this, Jianhua immediately hit it back, and the racket left a trail in the air.

His movements were so fast that they were almost blurry, but the ball disappeared the moment it touched the racket.

The opposing player stood there in a daze, and there was a cry of surprise from the audience behind the referee's desk.

Until the ball bounces off the baffle behind the opponent and lands gently on the table.

"Snapped."

The whole stadium was boiling. This was not an ordinary return ball, but a ball created by Jianhua himself, which used the special friction of super rubber to create an optical displacement illusion at the moment of contact.

The opponent's temple was throbbing, and he recalled the team training match half a year ago. Jianhua used this trick to break the psychological defense of his predecessor.

After that, the ball suddenly changed direction and Jianhua's knee pads scratched the floor when he dived to save the ball.

When Jianhua scored with a backhand shot, the rubber on his racket handle slipped due to sweat and flew out.

The opposing player looked at the black rubber that was spinning and landing on the ground, and suddenly remembered the first time he lost to Jianhua.

After a brief recollection, he continued to play.

The opponent's ball hits over.

When Jianhua received the ball, he felt the face of the racket sink, as if a thousand-pound weight was pressing on his wrist.

He staggered back to the middle table and watched his return ball go into the net.

There was a mixture of smells in the air.

Jianhua used his teeth to tear off the muscle patch on his left hand, revealing the unhealed bruise on his forearm.

The opposing player stared at the almost invisible dent in the center of the table where his shot had bounced off the net and gone out of bounds.

The ping-pong ball whistled towards Jianhua's forehand corner. Jianhua flew out horizontally and completed the lob when his body was at a 30-degree angle to the ground.

After hitting the net, the ball strangely climbed up along the net line, and finally landed lightly on the opponent's table like a tired butterfly.

When the other player saw the ping-pong ball coming towards him with a bang, his eyes immediately stared at the ball like a ruler!
Then when the ping-pong ball fell in front of him, he immediately swung the ping-pong paddle in his hand and hit it directly.

The ping-pong ball hit the table with a bang, one after another!
The moment he saw such a ball coming, Jianhua immediately focused his attention, tightly gripped the table tennis racket in his hand, and waited for the moment when the table tennis ball fell in front of him, and then hit the table tennis ball directly. However, when the table tennis ball fell, it seemed that the strength in his hands was a little weak!
But fortunately, thanks to his strong willpower, he instinctively hit the ping-pong ball over!
When the ping-pong ball was hit, the opposing player was very surprised. He never thought that the ball was hit so well. It was simply amazing!
Even as an opponent, he couldn't help but admire Jianhua for playing such a ball!
Yes, it was admiration. He had never admired anyone else, but it was so unexpected that Jianhua could play this kind of ball!
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