The big devil in table tennis

Chapter 1342: Mutual Containment
The game entered a fierce decisive round.

The score between the two sides was close at 6:4.

The venue was completely silent; the audience held their breath, staring at the small ping-pong table.

Beads of sweat oozed from the opponent's forehead. He bent his knees slightly and stared sharply at the white ball bouncing in Lin Hui's hand.

Suddenly, he seized a tiny flaw in Lin Hui's stance, shook his wrist violently, and hit a tricky side spin ball.

The ping-pong ball drew a strange arc and suddenly changed direction when it touched Lin Hui's table, bouncing to the corner of the table like a frightened white dove.

Lin Hui's pupils suddenly contracted, and he instinctively took a big step forward, hastily using his racket to meet the flying ball.

But the strange rotation caused the ball to change its trajectory the moment it touched the racket. With a crisp "pop" sound, the ping-pong ball flew out along the edge of the racket, bounced a few times on the floor, and finally rolled to his feet.

There was a burst of exclamations from the audience, some shook their heads regretfully, and some applauded excitedly.

Lin Hui stood there, looked down at his racket, then looked at the ping-pong ball on the ground, a trace of regret flashed across his face.

He took a deep breath, wiped his sweaty palms with a towel, and readjusted his stance.

The opponent's mouth corners slightly raised, he bent down to take out a new ping-pong ball from the basket, and gently tossed it twice in his hand.

At 6:5, the referee signaled the game to continue and the entire venue fell into tense silence again.

The opponent threw the ball high up, and at the moment the ball fell, his eyes suddenly became extremely focused, and his whole body was like a fully drawn bow, ready to go.
As the ping-pong ball was thrown high up, the opponent's body suddenly tensed up like a spring.

He shook his wrist and the racket cut through the falling ping-pong ball at an extremely fast speed. This serve had a strong backspin and the ball drew a low arc in the air, almost brushing the net and flying towards Lin Hui's half of the court.

The ping-pong ball lightly touched the table, then fell rapidly, as if being pulled by an invisible force.

Lin Hui's eyes flashed, and he quickly took a step forward. He tilted his racket slightly, and lightly picked up the ball at the moment it bounced. The ball hit the net and flew back. It was very dangerous!
The opposing player obviously didn't expect Lin Hui to be able to catch this tricky serve. He hastily blocked it with his backhand, and the ball flew high.

Lin Hui seized the opportunity, took a step forward, swung his arm like a whip, and smashed the ball hard!

"Bang!" The ping-pong ball hit the opponent's table like a bullet.

"Snapped!"

The opponent's player suddenly hit the ball with a strange side spin like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue.

The ping-pong ball seemed to be grabbed by an invisible hand the moment it passed through the net, drawing a sharp arc that violated common sense of physics and was about to touch the table for a second time.

There was a gasp from the audience.

Lin Hui's pupils suddenly contracted.

He had predicted the shot from the slight tremor of his opponent's wrist.

Then he pushed the ground hard with his left foot, and the friction between the sole of his shoe and the rubber floor made a harsh sound. He slid sideways two meters like a cheetah.

At the critical moment when the ball was about to touch the table, he flipped his wrist slightly and gently lifted the racket at an almost vertical angle of 85 degrees.

"Shh!"

The moment the racket wrapped in special rubber touches the ball, the air in the venue seems to freeze.

The ball rubbed the white edge of the net and changed its trajectory. When it bounced off the opponent's table, it jumped back half a step as if by magic, drawing an inverted "J".

The opponent obviously did not expect this "comeback". He could only stretch out his arms in embarrassment, and the return ball flew high over the net like a frightened pigeon.

Lin Hui stepped back half a step to gather strength. The muscle lines of his right arm drew a sharp arc under the light, and the racket chopped down fiercely with a sound of breaking through the air!
The orange ball turned into an afterimage and hit the corner of the opponent's stage. After exploding with a crisp bang, it bounced directly onto the billboard outside the venue.

The audience seats instantly boiled with the sound of the scoreboard flipping at 7:5.

The commentator was so excited that his voice broke: "A textbook serve return! Lin Hui used this 'Tai Chi Push Hands' that combines force release and rotation to turn a sure-kill ball into a buzzer-beater opportunity!"

Lin Hui did not celebrate, but just let out a breath, his eyes still fixed on his opponent's every move.

He knew that the real battle had just begun.

Then, Lin Hui picked up the ball, turned it in his palm, and suddenly a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He walked slowly back to the stage, his eyes sparkling.

"Snapped!"

This time, the serve was faster than before. The ball left a blurry afterimage in the air and flew almost close to the table.

The opponent player slightly adjusted his steps, lowered his body center of gravity instantly, and his racket shook violently the moment it touched the ball.

"laugh!"

A strange side-spin arc suddenly formed, and the ball fell rapidly after passing the net, but it drifted sideways strangely at the moment of touching the table!

The opponent's pupils shrank and he hastily swung his racket to block.

The sidelines immediately exploded, and the audience stood up one after another, unable to believe the strange trajectory of the ball.

Lin Hui still had no expression on his face. He just wiped the racket gently, his eyes as sharp as a knife.

The opponent's face turned completely gloomy. He stared at Lin Hui and his fingers unconsciously clenched the racket.

He knew that he had to change his strategy, otherwise, he would definitely lose this round.

The opposing player suddenly took a step forward, swung the racket with his right hand, and the silver-white ball flew through the air like lightning.

Lin Hui's eyes flashed, and he moved his feet quickly, and at the moment when the ball was about to brush the corner of the table, he kicked it with his backhand.

"Snapped!"

The ping-pong ball drew a dazzling trajectory between the two people.

The opponent was not willing to be outdone. He turned sideways and hit a beautiful loop ball, which came towards Lin Hui with a strong spin.

There were exclamations from the audience, but Lin Hui remained unusually calm. He bent his knees slightly, shook his wrist lightly when the ball bounced, and with a delicate slice he eliminated all the spin.

"Good shot!" The commentator's excited voice spread throughout the stadium through the radio.

The ping-pong ball bounces back and forth on the table, sometimes as light as a dragonfly skimming the water, sometimes as fast as a meteor chasing the moon.

Then sweat slid down Lin Hui's forehead, but his eyes were always fixed on the small ball that drew a silver track under the light.

The opponent player suddenly changed his rhythm, flicked his wrist, and hit an unexpected short ball.

The ping-pong ball brushed past the net and landed lightly on the table on Lin Hui's side with almost no rotation.

Lin Hui's pupils shrank, and he reacted very quickly. He rushed forward, his body almost touching the table, and lightly lifted the ball with his right hand. The audience instantly burst into exclamations, and the commentator's voice suddenly rose: "Beautiful! Lin Hui's save is a stroke of genius!"

However, the opponent was well prepared. He seized the opportunity and exerted force suddenly, sending a fierce smash straight into Lin Hui's backhand blind spot!
Lin Hui's body was not stable yet, but he leaped sideways with amazing explosive power and blocked the ball with his racket at the last moment.

"Snapped!"

The ping-pong ball drew a strange arc and flew along the edge of the table.

The opponent's reaction was extremely fast. He misstepped his steps and his body pressed toward the corner of the table like a spring, sending the racket careening out at an angle.

The ping-pong ball made a harsh sound as it rubbed against the rubber, and bounced back at an even more tricky angle.

Lin Hui's pupils suddenly contracted. He saw clearly that the ball was trembling strangely as it flew over the net, as if it was being pulled by an invisible thread, drawing an "S"-shaped trajectory that violated the laws of physics.

"It's a spiral slice!" someone exclaimed on the sidelines.

The opponent's breathing quickened, and sweat dripped down his temple, but his eyes became sharper.

Lin Hui's spiral slice came quickly and spinning, and the trajectory of the ball in the air was erratic, like a silver snake spitting out its tongue.

He took a half step back with his right leg, his body's center of gravity sank instantly, his knees bent into a bow shape, and the racket slightly adjusted the angle at his fingertips. He had to predict where the ball would land. Any deviation would result in a complete loss of this point.

"Snapped!"

After the ball hit the table, it bounced up suddenly with a strong side spin, as if trying to break free from his control.

Lin Hui shook his wrist, tilted the racket face, and added a counter-pull the moment it touched the ball.

The moment the ball rubbed against the rubber, he clearly felt the force of rotation, as if it was going to tear his grip apart.

Then he suddenly exerted force from his waist and abdomen, swung his arms like a whip, and the ball drew a sharp arc and went straight to the opponent's backhand blind spot.

The corner of the opponent's mouth rose slightly.

His eyes were always calm, like a precision machine. The moment Lin Hui returned the ball, his feet had already moved.

He pushed off the ground with his left foot, shifted his body sideways like a cheetah, and turned the racket lightly in his hand, switching from defense to offense.

"Want to force my backhand?" He sneered in his heart, and suddenly turned his wrist, with the racket face cutting almost vertically to the lower part of the ball, a "tyrant twist"!
"Swish--" The ball, with strong backspin and side turns, hit Lin Hui's forehand corner like a cannonball.

Lin Hui's heart tightened. The ball came too fiercely, and its rotation and speed were far beyond his expectations.

But he did not panic. Instead, he caught in a split second that the opponent player was forcing him to leave the stage!
"I can't retreat!" He gritted his teeth, his feet stuck in place like nails, his upper body leaned forward suddenly, his arms stretched almost to the limit, and at the moment when the ball was about to hit the edge of the table, he shook his wrist and raised the racket face suddenly.

"Shh!"

The ball jumped lightly over the net and touched the opponent's table lightly.

The opponent's pupils suddenly contracted. He didn't expect that Lin Hui would dare to hit a short ball in such a passive situation!

His body had already rushed forward subconsciously, but it was too late. The ball had almost no bounce when it touched the table for the second time and rolled lightly to the ground.

"Good shot!" There was a burst of exclamations from the sidelines.

Lin Hui stood up slowly, his chest rising and falling violently, but his eyes were surprisingly bright. He glanced at the scoreboard: 8:5.

The opposing player looked down at the ball on the ground, was silent for a second, and then looked up.

The two men's eyes collided in the air, and their fighting spirit burned like a raging fire.

Then, Lin Hui bent down, picked up the ping-pong ball, and weighed it lightly in his palm.

The white light from the stadium's overhead lights danced on the surface of the ball, reflecting the taut veins on his knuckles.

He looked across the table and saw Lin Hui wiping the sweat from behind his lenses with the hem of his jersey. The lines of his neck were clearly visible due to his rapid breathing.

"Pah, pah, pah."

Lin Hui bounced the ball rhythmically on the floor three times and suddenly caught it.

The noise in the entire stadium seemed to freeze at this moment.

He threw the ball very lightly, but at the moment the ball reached the highest point, all the muscles in his body tensed like a bowstring.

"laugh--!"

An ultra-high-speed ball hit Lin Hui's forehand sideline, and the ball was so fast that it left an afterimage in the air.

Lin Hui's retina didn't even have time to form an image, but his body instinctively took a step forward, and the racket blocked the path of the incoming ball at the critical moment.

The vibration from his palm nearly caused him to drop his racket, and his return ball just hit the net.

The opposing player had already pounced on the net like a hungry tiger, his entire upper body almost pressing over the table, and he made a violent backhand shot.

The ping-pong ball exploded on the rubber surface with a crisp sound, turning into white light and shooting directly into Lin Hui's abdomen.

Even as he retreated quickly, Lin Hui did not forget to lower his shoulders and turn his hips, pressing the racket face down to a 45-degree angle and using the force to hit the ball towards the opponent's corner.

The opposing player stared at Lin Hui's elbow, which was suddenly raised high when he served, and instantly realized that it was a fake move.

Sure enough, the counter-spin serve that was supposed to happen turned into a very fast long ball, but the opponent player who had predicted it successfully was too focused on the angle when receiving the serve, and the return ball "banged" two centimeters above the sideline.

Lin Hui hit the ball again, and the opponent was surprised to find that Lin Hui rarely hesitated in his tactics. The spin intensity of this side-spin serve was 15% weaker than usual. He did not hesitate to attack sideways, but saw the gleam in Lin Hui's eyes at the moment of swinging the racket.

"It's a trap!"

But the arrow has already left the string.

The opponent's explosive loop ball was pulled back by Lin Hui who was well prepared. The white ball went back and forth between the two players seven times before finally landing on the opponent's table with a side shot by Lin Hui.

The opponent's save action turned into slow motion, with the edge of the racket 0.5 cm away from the ball.

The opponent player suddenly switched to a rare straight-grip horizontal hitting technique, and the ball drew an unreasonable Z-shaped trajectory.

The two players launched a breathtaking fast break near the table, and the audience stood up collectively.

Seeing this extremely exciting game, all the spectators were a little restless, and were even waiting every moment to see who would score the goal!
At this time, Lin Hui and the opposing player were playing on the table and neither of them was willing to give in. When the ping-pong ball hit Lin Hui's side, Lin Hui concentrated all his strength in his hands and hit the ping-pong ball over.

The sounds of bang, bang, bang resounded throughout the entire stadium!
When the opponent sees such a ping-pong ball coming at him, he will be very unwilling to accept the result. After all, this is the last and most crucial game, so he can only concentrate all his strength on this one ball. Whether he can win or not, I can only take this one gamble!
Unexpectedly, he succeeded this time. At the moment when he swung the ping-pong ball in his hand and hit Lin Hui's table, Lin Hui was actually half a beat slower.

When he saw the score start to turn around at 8:6, the corners of his mouth tilted slightly upwards. He finally got the point!

But he knew that there was still a longer and more difficult road ahead!
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