The big devil in table tennis

Chapter 1325 The Third Round Continues
The air in the table tennis hall froze.

Sweat slid down Jianhua's temples, leaving dark spots on the blue rubber floor.

The scoreboard showed 11:11, and the stalemate score was like a rubber band stretched to the extreme.

The opponent's racket drew a silver arc under the light, and the ping-pong ball whizzed towards them with a spin.

Jianhua took a half step back, his sneakers making sharp squeaking sounds as they rubbed against the floor. He saw the orange ball getting bigger and bigger in his sight, with tiny spots of light flashing at the seams of its surface as it spun.

boom!
The moment the racket touched the ball, Jianhua knew it was over.

The vibration from the rubber was not right, and the ball was like a slippery loach, rubbing against the edge of the racket and flying towards the table.

The ping-pong ball bounced hesitantly on the net, a moment that seemed like a whole century—and finally fell into his half of the court.

12: 11.

The flickering red light of the electronic scoreboard reflected on the opponent's sweaty T-shirt, and the second game was over.

The referee announced the score mechanically, but his voice was washed away by the noise from the audience.

Jianhua leaned on the table and gasped for breath, hearing his own pounding heartbeat intertwined with the hum of the air conditioner in the distance.

The net in the center of the table was still trembling slightly, like a taut nerve.

Jianhua bent down and picked up the ping-pong ball that had rolled to the edge of the baffle. He rubbed the slightly hot surface of the ball with his fingertips, which still retained the residual heat from the previous smash.

The noise from the audience receded like the tide. He could hear the smell of rust in his breath and a slight pain in his Adam's apple as it rolled.

The coach's thermos slammed against the folding chair. "Backhand change of line! How many times have I told you!" The hoarse roar pierced my eardrums.

Jianhua didn't look up, but just used his thumb to scrape the burrs on the edge of the racket rubber.

The opponent was wiping his forehead with a wrist guard. The back of his dark blue sportswear was covered with large stains of water, rising and falling with his breathing like a restless sea.

In the deciding game, the opponent serves.

As he threw the ball into the air, the cold air from the air conditioner suddenly swept across the back of his neck.

The moment the spinning ball reached its highest point, the lights in the hall flickered without warning.

The orange sphere hovered in mid-air.

Time was stretched into sticky honey. He saw the other person's pupils dilated in astonishment, a girl in the stands with her mouth open and popcorn falling from her fingers, and the coach's arm, which was half-swung, was frozen into a distorted silhouette.

The sweat that was about to fall on his chin reflected countless tiny, fragmented gymnasiums.

The ball began to fall.

The trajectory of the opponent's racket suddenly became extremely clear. The friction of the rubber was like tearing silk, and the table tennis ball turned into a burning comet that pierced the stagnant air. The net trembled and shook off a string of silver light particles, which touched the Jianhua table at the moment.

Jianhua was concentrating on staring at the ping-pong ball flying towards him, and the racket felt slightly hot in his hand.

Bang! He swung the racket hard again, and the white ball streaked across the table like lightning, drawing a beautiful arc at the corner of the other side's table.

"Good shot!" The teammates watching the game on the sidelines burst into cheers.

Jianhua wiped the sweat from his forehead and a confident smile appeared on his lips.

He could feel that he was in great shape, and every movement was as smooth as flowing water.

The opponent was not to be outdone and sent the ball back with a tricky slice.

Jianhua quickly adjusted his pace and squatted slightly at the moment the ball bounced.

Bang! With a beautiful smash, the ping-pong ball shot straight to the opponent's table like an arrow.

The opponent player suddenly changed his grip and made a fierce backhand shot.

The ping-pong ball drew a strange S-shaped trajectory in the air, like a silver snake spitting out its tongue.

Jianhua's pupils suddenly shrank, but his body reacted faster than his thoughts. He moved sideways and used his racket to intercept the ball at the critical moment.

The moment the rubber touched the ball, the sound of the entire venue seemed to be sucked away.

Jianhua saw the spinning ping-pong ball briefly stop on the surface of his racket, and the trademark on the ball was clearly visible.

He flicked his wrist and applied a subtle side spin.

"Snapped!"

The ball brushed the net and flew past, drawing a sharp arc on the opponent's table.

The opponent hurriedly returned the ball, but the ball bounced to the completely opposite angle as if by magic.

The audience erupted in exclamations like the waves of the sea. Jianhua maintained his post-hit posture, with beads of sweat dripping down his jawline onto the blue table, exploding into a few transparent little flowers.

"1 to 0!" The referee's voice pierced the boiling stadium.

Since Jianhua successfully scored the ball, he was the next to serve.

The ping-pong ball was thrown high into the air, drawing a silver line under the light.

The moment the racket touches the ball, a short and crisp "click" sound is heard.

The ball flew low over the net with a strong backspin and fell rapidly on the table.

Jianhua narrowed his eyes, adjusted his steps quickly, bent his knees slightly, tilted the racket, and rubbed it lightly.

"Snapped!"

The return ball brushed the net and bounced off the opponent's table with almost no bounce.

The opponent obviously didn't expect this and rushed forward, barely able to pick up the ball.

Jianhua's body suddenly leaned forward like a spring, his arms pulled back, and the racket drew a sharp arc in the air.

"boom!"

A violent looping ball! The ping-pong ball blasted towards the opponent's table like a cannonball, and a white shadow exploded the moment it touched the table.

The opponent didn't even have time to react before the ball whizzed past him and hit the backboard behind him with a dull thud.

2:0
The cheers from the sidelines surged like a wave, and teammates slapped the backboard excitedly.

Jianhua clenched his fists and growled, a fiery fighting spirit burning in his chest.

He could feel that his condition was still improving. Every movement was as precise as a machine, yet with the intuition and explosive power unique to humans.

But the opponent obviously won't give up easily.

In the next ball, the opponent changed his strategy and no longer pursued extreme rotation, but played faster and faster, and the ball speed suddenly increased. The ping-pong ball flew back and forth on the table, like two meteors chasing each other in the night sky.

"Ta! Tat! Tat!"

After two consecutive quick attacks, Jianhua was forced to retreat to the middle table. His arm muscles were tense and every swing of the racket was accompanied by extremely strong explosive power.

Sweat slid down his temples, creating tiny splashes of water on the floor.

Suddenly, the opponent changed the ball's direction and it went straight to Jianhua's forehand corner!

In a flash, Jianhua suddenly turned sideways, pushed the ground with his right foot, and almost flew out sideways.

"Shh!"

The racket intercepted the ball at the maximum distance, and with a flick of the wrist, the ball rebounded at an incredible angle and flew out along the sideline! "Brushed the sideline!"

The referee raised his hand to signal that the score was valid.

"3 to 0!"

The opponent's face changed. He stared at Jianhua, a trace of disbelief flashing in his eyes. It was almost impossible to catch such a ball.

But the game continues.

In the next few balls, the opponent began to adopt more aggressive tactics, frequently using high loops and quick rips to try to disrupt Jianhua's rhythm. But Jianhua's reaction speed was extremely fast, and he could accurately predict the landing point of the ball every time.

The score continued to widen.

The audience on the sidelines began to whisper.

"This guy is in such a terrible state today..."

"The opponent was completely suppressed."

Jianhua could hear the discussions, but his attention was completely focused on the table.

At this moment, the only thing left in his world was the little white ball and the rhythm of his every breath.

However, on the fourth ball, something unexpected happened.

The opponent suddenly hit a very short ball on the table. Jianhua rushed forward, but misjudged at the last moment. The ball hit the net and fell lightly. He barely picked up the ball, but the return ball was too high.

"Snapped!"

The opponent seized the opportunity and made a slam dunk!
"3 to 1!"

This was the first point scored by the opponent.

The atmosphere on the sidelines changed subtly.

Jianhua took a deep breath and adjusted his breathing. He knew that the game had just begun.

The opponent seemed to have found a breakthrough. In the next few balls, he kept changing the rhythm, sometimes fast attack, sometimes short attack, and Jianhua found it difficult to adapt for a while.

Sweat soaked Jianhua's jersey, his breathing became rapid, but his eyes remained sharp.

"We can't let him gain any momentum..." Jianhua muttered to himself.

And Jianhua no longer pursues a one-hit kill, but instead steadily controls the landing point and returns the ball to the opponent's most uncomfortable position.

"Ta! Tat! Tat!"

The ball was played at an extremely fast speed during the continuous multi-shot stalemate. The audience held their breath, fearing to miss any moment.

Finally, the opponent revealed a flaw!
Jianhua seized the opportunity and made a backhand burst, and the ball hit the opponent's table like lightning.

Jianhua regained control of the pace of the game.

In the next few balls, Jianhua fought more and more bravely, and every shot was full of pressure. The opponent's defense began to collapse, and the quality of the return ball dropped significantly.

Jianhua was fully focused. The moment the ball bounced, he suddenly turned sideways and made a forehand shot.

"Snapped!"

The ping-pong ball streaked across the table like a meteor, hit the opponent's corner of the table hard, and bounced out!
4:1
There was warm applause from the sidelines, and Jianhua fans waved their flags and shouted his name.

The opponent's face looked a little solemn. He lowered his head and wiped his racket, as if he was adjusting his mentality.

Jianhua did not relax. He gently tossed the ball in his hand and kept his eyes on the opponent's every move.

"despair--"

A tricky serve went straight to the opponent's backhand triangle, and the opponent barely returned the ball, and the ball bounced high.

Jianhua seized the opportunity, stepped forward without hesitation, and made a fierce smash!

"boom!"

The opponent's breathing became noticeably rapid, and a hint of panic flashed in his eyes.

Jianhua took advantage of the victory and then he completely controlled the rhythm on the court. His precise landing points and changing speeds made his opponents run around in a hurry.

The opponent obviously adjusted his tactics and began to frequently use high loop balls in an attempt to disrupt Jianhua's rhythm.

However, Jianhua was well prepared. He steadily took a half step back and made several strong counterattacks in a row, forcing his opponent to the far table.

"Ta! Tat! Tat!"

The ball speed became faster and faster, and the opponent's footsteps began to become messy.

Suddenly, Jianhua changed the direction of the ball and it went straight to the opponent's forehand corner!
The moment the other player saw the ping-pong ball coming towards him, he immediately became radiant and cheered himself up again. Then he tightly gripped the ping-pong racket in his hand and hit the ball over with a bang. As expected, this ball was hit with a bit of domineering power.

But he was safe. He was really worried that Jianhua would score another point, but he didn't expect that he would succeed.
But we can't relax, the current score is 4 to 1, and Jianhua is far ahead of them by many points.

The ping-pong ball drew a sharp white light on the table, and the opponent's racket and rubber made a harsh "hissing" sound as they rubbed against each other.

Jianhua took a half step back, and beads of sweat on his forehead fell onto the blue floor mat as he shook his head violently.

He stared at the ball's path that suddenly changed its arc - it was a side spin!

The scorer in the referee's booth flashed red, and when the electronic announcement showed the score as 5:1, the spotlight from the ceiling of the venue just happened to shine on his trembling forearm muscles.

The third row of the audience suddenly erupted in a strong dialect-flavored cheer: "Cut his backhand!" This shout made the opponent's eyebrows tremble almost imperceptibly. Jianhua wiped his chin with the hem of his jersey, and his fingertips touched the sweat-soaked muscle patch on his left ribs. The part that was strained during training yesterday was getting hot with his breathing. The moment he bent down to pick up the ball, he saw the opponent's deep red sneakers rolling out a half circle of burn marks on the floor.

"Snap!" The ping-pong ball that was thrown up during the serve began to spin when it rose to 38 centimeters. Jianhua's wrist was bent inward 5 degrees more than usual. The sound of the ball hitting the net was like a whimper, and after landing on the table, it bounced strangely towards the opponent's forehand corner.

The dull thud of the opponent's racket hitting the edge of the table when he made a save, and the mechanical sound of the scoreboard flipping, resounded in the suddenly quiet air.

The electronic number 6:1 was reflected in Jianhua's pupils, reflecting the dark flame that had just ignited in his eyes.

The opponent's breathing became noticeably rapid, his chest heaving violently, and a hint of anxiety flashed in his eyes.

He clenched the racket hard, his knuckles turning white, as if he was cheering himself up.

The coach on the sidelines crossed his arms and frowned, obviously very dissatisfied with the score.

Jianhua took a deep breath and adjusted his rhythm. He could feel that his opponent's mentality had begun to waver.

This is your chance!

In the next ball, the opponent served a short and fast backspin ball, trying to disrupt Jianhua's rhythm.

But Jianhua was prepared. With a light short swing, the ball fell rapidly as soon as it passed the net.

The opponent rushed forward and barely lifted the ball, but returned a half-high ball.

"Snapped!"

Jianhua seized the opportunity and made a violent arc loop. The ball hit the opponent's table like a cannonball and then bounced away.

I thought the opponent would not be able to react in time like before, but something unexpected happened 6:2
The opponent player actually caught up at this moment, which surprised Jianhua, but the score was still so different!
Let Jianhua calm down! But Jianhua knew that the more ahead he was, the more he should not be careless.

He closed his eyes slightly, adjusted his breathing, and gripped the racket again!
And waiting for the opponent's serve, the moment he hit the ping-pong ball, Jianhua had already been waiting for the pursuit to come!
The moment he saw the ping-pong ball fall on his table, he hit the ping-pong ball in his hand directly with a bang!
When this ball was hit, the force was very strong, which showed the dissatisfaction with the previous ball!
This was exactly what the other player wanted, as they deliberately provoked Jianhua!

Jianhua doesn’t know what’s going on at this moment!

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