The big devil in table tennis

Chapter 1343: Who will win?

Next, the opponent serves.

He took a deep breath, slightly adjusted his posture, held the racket tightly in his right hand, and threw the ping-pong ball high with his left hand.

The moment the ball fell, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle. He first glanced at Lin Hui standing opposite him calmly, and a hint of provocation and calculation flashed in his eyes.

Then, he did not hit the ball immediately. Instead, he deliberately bounced the ping-pong ball lightly on his table. The white ball bounced on the dark blue rubber, making a crisp and rhythmic "tap, tap" sound, as if he was deliberately creating psychological pressure.

The atmosphere in the entire stadium suddenly became tense, the whispers in the audience seats gradually died down, and everyone watched this ritualistic preparation with bated breath.

The referee frowned slightly but did not say anything to stop it.

Lin Hui stood at the other end of the table, his legs slightly apart, his body leaning forward. The knuckles of his right hand holding the racket turned a little white from the force, but his eyes remained as steady as ever.

Suddenly, the opponent's player shook his wrist and the racket cut the ball at a tricky angle!

The ping-pong ball whizzed past like an arrow, drew a strange arc in the air, and headed straight for Lin Hui's backhand blind spot with a strong side spin.

This serve is not only fast and has strong rotation, but also contains hidden dangers. The seemingly random bounces are actually to adjust the best hitting point and hide the real serving technique.

The air around the table seemed to be torn apart by this sudden attack, making a slight tremor.

Lin Hui's eyes focused, and he determined the ball's rotation trajectory in a flash.

He slightly tilted his body and took half a step sideways quickly. At the last moment, he switched from defense to offense with his racket. With a deft flick of his wrist, he accurately returned the ball with a backhand dribble.

The ping-pong ball drew a sharp straight line, brushing the net and flying towards the opponent's table.

The opponent obviously did not expect that Lin Hui could resolve this tricky serve so calmly. He hurriedly stepped back half a step and barely blocked the ball back.

But the quality of this shot was not high and the arc was too high, giving Lin Hui an excellent opportunity to counterattack.

Lin Hui seized the opportunity, and suddenly pressed forward like a cheetah, with his right hand raised high, and his racket flashed a cold silver light under the light.

The next moment, he gathered all his strength in his wrist, and a powerful and powerful arc shot whizzed out! The ping-pong ball hit the opponent's corner like a cannonball, and then bounced out at a nearly right angle.

"Bang!" The crisp sound of hitting the ball exploded in the hall, and the ping-pong ball brushed past the edge of the opponent's table like silver lightning, and then bounced out at an almost right angle and went straight out of the court.

The audience instantly boiled over and broke out into thunderous applause and cheers.

The opponent's pupils shrank, and his body instinctively took a big step to the right, hastily blocking the ball with his racket.

He was already in despair, as the angle of the ball was too tricky and almost impossible to save.

However, just as the ball was about to fall to the ground, the edge of his racket just touched the bottom of the ball!
"laugh--"

With a slight sound, the ping-pong ball drew a strange arc with a strong side spin, and miraculously flew back to Lin Hui's table, and fell rapidly after touching the table.

Lin Hui's body, which had been slightly relaxed, suddenly tensed up. He didn't expect that the opponent could hit such a magical shot in a desperate situation!

He hurriedly took two steps back and managed to make a backhand shot, but the quality of his return ball was greatly reduced, giving his opponent an excellent opportunity to counterattack.

The opponent's eyes lit up, and he seized the fleeting opportunity and made a fierce forward loop directly to Lin Hui's forehand corner.

Lin Hui flew to save the ball, but was still a beat too late.

"Bang!" The ball hit the backboard heavily.

The referee announced loudly: "8 to 7!"

The audience exploded in an instant. Some people were amazed at this desperate counterattack, while others felt sorry for Lin Hui.

The electronic scoreboard flickered and the score was rewritten.

The opponent clenched his fist and growled, his momentum rising sharply. Lin Hui took a deep breath, clenched his racket, and his knuckles turned slightly white.

He stared at his opponent with a gaze as sharp as a hawk. The noise in the stadium gradually subsided, leaving only the sound of his own rapid heartbeat echoing in his ears.

The score of 8:7 was like a thorn in his nerves.

The opposing player held the ping-pong ball, gently stroking the surface of the ball with his fingertips, his eyes fixed on Lin Hui's position like a knife.

He suddenly threw the ball high up, and the trajectory of the ball was as straight as a line, almost touching the spotlight on the top of the stadium.

The moment the ball reached its highest point, his entire upper body suddenly contracted like a spring, and his right arm holding the racket pulled back to the limit, forming a sharp angle between his elbow and shoulder.

The moment the ball began to fall, his body suddenly burst out with amazing coordination: his left leg stepped forward half a step, and his waist and hips twisted at the same time, driving his shoulders forward rapidly.

Just as the ball fell to the same height as the net, his wrist hooked inward at a strange angle, and the racket face suddenly turned from vertical to almost horizontal at the moment of touching the ball.

With a slight "hiss" sound, the friction between the racket rubber and the ball makes a unique sound.

The ball had a strong downward spin and crossed the net in an erratic arc. It lightly touched the table on Lin Hui's side and fell rapidly as if it was sucked, and then bounced strangely in the opposite direction.

The ball was not fast, but the rotation was so strong that the air seemed to be distorted. There were several suppressed exclamations from the audience. This serve was simply like a spell that made people suffocate.

Lin Hui's pupils suddenly contracted and all the muscles in his body tensed up instantly.

The serve with a strange spin drew a zigzag line on the table and turned outside the table as if being pulled by an invisible thread.

The rubber soles of his sneakers rubbed against the floor, making a harsh "squeaking" sound, and he almost flew sideways. His right arm was stretched to the limit, and the racket just reached the ping-pong ball that was about to fall to the ground at the last moment.

"bass--"

The racket hits the ball at a nearly vertical angle, and the rubber makes a teeth-grinding friction sound when it touches the spinning ping-pong ball.

Veins bulged on Lin Hui's wrists. Relying on the muscle memory formed by years of training, he was able to fine-tune the racket face angle by 5 degrees and move the ball-touching position down by 2 millimeters within one thousandth of a second.

This precise adjustment, like surgery, turned the return ball into a streak of white lightning that stuck to the net, leaving a spark-like trajectory on the opponent's table.

The opposing player obviously didn't expect that the ball could be recovered. He stumbled in a hurry, and the ball he blocked with his backhand flew high.

Lin Hui had already retreated to the front of the stage like a cheetah, with his legs slightly bent to gather strength, and the hem of his sportswear fluttered as he leaped into the air, revealing the taut muscles between his waist and abdomen. He completed the turn at the highest point, with his upper arms driving his lower arms to draw a perfect whipping arc.

"boom!"

The dunk hit the backboard in the opposite corner directly.

After a brief silence, the entire venue erupted with a sound loud enough to blow the roof off.

The referee raised his right hand, and the numbers on the electronic scoreboard jumped to 9:7. Lin Hui won!

The beads of sweat that fell as he turned around drew a brilliant arc under the light, while his opponent's figure, gasping for breath on the table, cast a trembling shadow on the floor.

He threw the ball up slowly, an action that was 0.3 seconds slower than usual, and the ball seemed to be still for a moment when it reached the highest point.

In this frozen space and time, Lin Hui's pupils shrank slightly, noticing that his opponent unconsciously moved half a step to the backhand position. The racket completed three subtle changes at the moment of contact with the ball: first, the racket face cut the ball at 45 degrees to create a downward spin, then the wrist turned inward to turn to a side spin, and finally the racket head was gently shaken with irregular vibrations.

This serve, which combines the soft power of Tai Chi with the precision of mechanical machinery, suddenly splits into three afterimages when crossing the net - an illusion caused by the persistence of vision phenomenon, but it is enough to delay the opponent's judgment by 0.5 seconds.

The ping-pong ball drew a sharp arc above the table, and a look of determination flashed in the opponent's eyes.

He suddenly pushed off the ground, and the racket tore a strong wind in the air. There was a loud "bang!" like a thunderclap. The orange ball tore through the air at a speed that was difficult to capture with the naked eye, and slammed heavily on Lin Hui's table with a rotation.

The exclamations from the audience suddenly stopped, and everyone held their breath.

The commentator's voice trembled with excitement: "Incredible counterattack! This violent arc ball completely broke everyone's expectations!"

The numbers on the electronic scoreboard jumped particularly glaringly, the score of 9:8 flashed coldly under the lights, and the sound of the opposing player clenching his fist and roaring echoed in the venue for a long time.

The mineral water bottle on the coach's bench was knocked to the ground, and the splashing water reflected the stunned expressions of the crowd. This unexpected winning point not only changed the score, but also acted like a heavy hammer, while the opponent was still immersed in the joy of leading.

Lin Hui instantly hit the ice cellar, then took a deep breath, slightly bent his waist, and stared at his opponent's movements.

The air in the stadium seemed to freeze. The noise in the audience seats gradually died down, leaving only the intermittent breathing sounds and occasional low discussions.

The coach clapped his hands vigorously on the sidelines and shouted, "Hold on! Play one point at a time!"

The opponent's mouth corners slightly raised, eyes sharp, obviously he has found his rhythm back.

He gently tossed the ping-pong ball up, and at the moment the ball fell, he flicked his wrist and sent a tricky side spin ball. The ping-pong ball drew a strange arc on the table and went straight to Lin Hui's blind spot.

"Snap!" Lin Hui reacted extremely quickly. He took a step forward, and with his backhand, he pulled the ball back fiercely.

The ball was extremely fast and went straight to the opponent's forehand corner.

The opponent was obviously prepared. He moved aside and hit the ball with his forehand, and the ball hit Lin Hui's table like a cannonball.

"boom!"

Lin Hui shook his slightly numb wrist, and his fingertips unconsciously stroked the rubber of the racket.

The flash lights in the audience made his profile flicker, and sweat dripped along his taut jawline onto the blue table, creating a small splash of water.

The opposing player was wiping his palms repeatedly with the hem of his jersey. This seemingly ordinary action exposed his equally tense nerves.

The ping-pong ball drew a sharp arc on the table, and Lin Hui's smash hit the opponent's corner of the table with a sound of breaking through the air.

The opponent's eyes flashed, and his body moved quickly to the left like a spring. The racket arrived at the last moment and saved the ball with a backhand slice.

"Good shot!" There was a burst of cheers from the audience.

Lin Hui's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and the back of his white sportswear was wet.

He bent his knees slightly, leaned forward, and stared at the small ball spinning in the air.

"Can't give him a chance." Lin Hui muttered to himself, and tightened his grip on the racket with his right hand.

The opponent's return ball had a strong backspin, and the ball fell rapidly after passing the net.

Lin Hui made an accurate judgment, took a step forward, and with a slight flick of his wrist, the racket hit the ball at a subtle angle.

Snapped!
The crisp sound of hitting the ball echoed in the stadium.

Lin Hui's shot was extremely delicate, the ball brushed the net and landed near the table of the opponent's player.

"Pretty!"

The coach clenched his fists on the sidelines.

Lin Hui handled this ball perfectly, which not only neutralized the opponent's backspin, but also prevented the opponent from attacking directly.

The opposing player frowned slightly and had to quickly adjust his position.

He held the racket in his right hand and made a light lob shot inside the table, and the ping-pong ball drew a high arc and flew towards Lin Hui's backhand.

Lin Hui was well prepared. He stepped back half a step, and spun his body like a top. His right upper arm drove his forearm, and he delivered a powerful backhand strike!

boom!
The ball hit the opponent's forehand corner like a cannonball.

The opponent player reacted very quickly, took a step sideways and barely blocked the ball back.

But the quality of this ball was not high, giving Lin Hui a great opportunity.

"Chance ball!" The commentator's voice spread throughout the stadium through the radio.

A sharp light flashed in Lin Hui's eyes. He quickly adjusted his position, lowered his center of gravity, raised his right hand high, and prepared for a fatal forehand smash.

However, just as he was about to hit the ball, Lin Hui suddenly changed his mind.

He saw that the opponent had moved in advance to defend the forehand position, so he shook his wrist, changed the spike into a flick, and the ball gently landed near the net on the opponent's backhand.

"Fake move! Lin Hui fooled!" the commentator shouted excitedly.

The opponent's player obviously did not expect this change and could only barely pick up the ball in a hurry.

The ball flew high, giving Lin Hui an excellent offensive opportunity.

This time Lin Hui did not hesitate. He pushed off the ground with his feet, flew into the air, and swung his right hand like a whip.

Snapped!
A thunderous forehand dunk! The ping-pong ball hit the opponent's table like a meteor.

The air in the entire stadium seemed to freeze at this moment, and then exploded with that thunderous forehand slam dunk.

The ping-pong ball turned into a silver lightning, accompanied by a sharp sound of breaking through the air, and hit the corner of the opponent's table at an almost vertical angle.

The stands erupted in a tsunami-like roar. The audience in the front row leaned back at the same time, and some subconsciously raised their hands to block the ball. The ball must have been traveling at more than 130 kilometers per hour.

The commentator shouted hoarsely, "A textbook forehand attack! Lin Hui's smash had the effect of an atomic bomb!"

Replay footage reveals the subtlety of this death routine.

In the continuous high-speed confrontation, Lin Hui always used his backhand to block the opponent's tricky diagonal balls, and his white boots made a sharp sound when rubbing against the blue floor.

He suddenly moved sideways, his racket drew a half arc in the sunlight, and his wrist instantly increased power to hit the ball towards the completely opposite large triangle area.

This unconventional change of line completely tore through the opponent's defense system.

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