The big devil in table tennis

Chapter 1344 Exciting Moments
9: 9!

The bright red numbers on the electronic scoreboard stung Lin Hui's eyes.

The opponent's sudden backhand charge split his tight defense like a silver lightning.

Across the table, the opposing player was staring with eyes wide open, his right hand holding the racket trembling slightly, obviously unable to believe that this Jedi counterattack was successful.

The exclamations from the audience were still ringing in his ears, and he could feel the T-shirt on his back sticking tightly to his skin.

In the previous round, every landing point was clearly controlled within the death zone within five centimeters from the sideline, and the rotation and speed were also perfect, but the opponent player seemed to have suddenly released the seal and forced the score to a tie.

Lin Hui walked to the sidelines, picked up a towel to wipe his face, and then drank a sip of water.

"Don't be in a hurry, take your time." The coach said to Lin Hui.

The game continues and now it is the opponent's serve.

He stood on the left side of the table, tossed the ball high with his left hand, and his right racket shook slightly at the moment it touched the ball.

Lin Hui stared intently at the opponent's wrist movements.

He knew that the opponent's serve was varied, especially the side-spin serve which was extremely confusing.

The ball is coming! Lin Hui made an accurate judgment and used a forehand twist to send the ball back to the opponent's backhand.

The opponent player seemed to be prepared, and with a quick backhand shot, the ball flew towards Lin Hui's forehand corner at an extremely fast speed.

Lin Hui rushed over with a big stride and barely blocked the ball back. The two sides entered the multi-shot stalemate stage again.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
The ping-pong ball flew back and forth on the table at such a speed that the audience was dazzled.

Lin Hui and the opposing player were like two martial arts masters, engaging in a peak showdown in a very small space.

The opponent player suddenly changed direction and hit a backhand shot towards Lin Hui's forehand position.

Lin Hui reacted a little slowly and the ball went out of bounds.

"9:10!" the referee announced.

Lin Hui took a deep breath. The game had been going on for nearly an hour, and his physical exhaustion began to show. But he knew that in a duel of this level, mental quality was often more important than physical strength.

"Stick to your tactics and don't let him lead the way." the coach shouted loudly on the sidelines.

Lin Hui nodded.

Now it was the opponent's serve, and he decided to change his strategy. He stood on the right side of the table, threw the ball up with his left hand, and the racket in his right hand had an obvious friction action when it touched the ball.

A strong backspin serve! Lin Hui made an accurate judgment, but the serve was still slightly too high.

Lin Hui seized the opportunity and fired a forehand shot straight to the opponent's backhand.

The opponent barely blocked it, but the ball flew high again. Lin Hui did not hesitate, pushed off the ground with both feet, jumped into the air, and swung his right hand like lightning.

boom!
Another powerful smash!

Lin Hui clenched his fist and growled. This point was played cleanly and neatly. He felt that his condition was improving and his touch was getting better and better.

Afterwards, the ping-pong ball hit the edge of the opponent's table again like a meteor, leaving a white mark before bouncing away rapidly.

The opponent stumbled back, his racket swiping an arc in the air in vain without even hitting the bristles of the ball.

"Good shot!" Deafening cheers broke out from the sidelines.

Lin Hui knelt on one knee when he landed, sweat dripping down his chin onto the blue rubber surface, reflecting tiny spots of light in the sunlight.

The audience suddenly fell silent and everyone held their breath.

The opponent is bouncing the ping-pong ball on the table repeatedly. The ball collides with the rubber surface and makes a regular "tapping" sound, like the second hand counting down to the decisive moment.

Lin Hui noticed that the opponent's fingers holding the racket were shaking slightly, and a small corner of the edge of the rubber on his backhand glove had curled up.

He took a deep breath and smelled the pine table and sweat in the air.

The yellow ball was thrown high up, and the moment it reached the highest point, Lin Hui's pupils shrank slightly.

This time, he could clearly see the almost invisible afterimage as the sphere rotated.

The moment the racket touched the ball, Lin Hui shook his wrist slightly, and the ball drew a strange arc and passed through the net.

The opponent obviously did not expect this change, and he stepped forward hastily and barely lifted the ball.

But the return ball was high and slow, like a silent invitation.

Lin Hui did not hesitate. He moved sideways to make room, pulled his right arm back like a full bow, and transmitted all the strength of his body from the soles of his feet to his fingertips.

"Snapped!"

A textbook forehand burst, the ball blasted towards the opponent's table like a cannonball.

The opponent didn't even have time to react before the ball hit the inside of the white line and bounced out of the court.

The whole audience was silent for a second.

"10:10 won! Lin Hui won!" The commentator's voice almost broke.

Lin Hui stood in place, his right hand holding the racket trembling slightly.

He looked at the ping-pong ball rolling away, his ears buzzing, as if all the sounds had been taken away, leaving only his own pounding heartbeat.

The noise in the gym gradually died down. Lin Hui let out a light breath and stroked the rubber surface of the racket with his fingertips.

He bent down to pick up the ping-pong ball that had rolled to his feet. His thumb subconsciously rubbed the surface of the ball, which felt slightly frosted and a little wet with sweat.

The opponent stood at the other end of the table, his chest still heaving, but his eyes had refocused.

He shook his wrist, adjusted the raised edge of the rubber on his backhand, and kept his eyes fixed on the ball in Lin Hui's hand.

Lin Hui threw the ball up, a little lower than usual, and the moment the ball left his hand, he flicked his wrist inward.

The yellow ball flew over the net with a strong backspin, and after bouncing on the opponent's table, it fell rapidly.

The opponent was well prepared. He took a step forward, tilted his racket and hit the ball with a beautiful short swing. The ball fell close to the net.

Lin Hui's pupils shrank, and his body rushed forward almost instinctively. He stretched out his right hand, with the racket face almost parallel to the table, and lightly lifted the ball when it was about to bounce for the second time.

"Tap!" The ball hit the net and landed near the opponent's table.

The opponent reacted extremely quickly, with a flick of his wrist, he quickly hit the ball in a straight line with his backhand, and the ball shot towards Lin Hui's forehand corner like a sharp arrow!
"So fast!" Lin Hui was shocked, but he had already started moving.

He moved sideways to make room, pulled back his right arm, and at the highest point of the ball's bounce, he rushed forward with a "bang!" and the ball went straight into the opponent's baseline!
The opponent gritted his teeth and retreated, barely blocking the ball with his backhand, but the quality of his return ball was obviously reduced and the arc was too high.

A cold light flashed in Lin Hui's eyes, his body flew into the air, and his right arm swung down like a whip.

"Bang!" The ping-pong ball drew a sharp arc on the table. Lin Hui's backhand quick attack was fast and tricky.

The other player's eyes flashed with surprise, but he stepped sideways without hesitation, and his racket barely intercepted the ball at the last moment. The white ball flew past the net with a violent spin.

"Good shot!" Cheers broke out from the audience.

Lin Hui quickly adjusted his stance, bent his knees slightly, and stared at his opponent's every subtle movement with sharp eyes.

The crisp sound of racket and ball colliding echoed in the gymnasium, and every hit was like a heavy hammer hitting the tense nerves.

Beads of sweat oozed from the opponent's forehead, but he still gritted his teeth and miraculously saved Lin Hui's sure-win smash.

At both ends of the table, two figures moved left and right like ghosts.

The ping-pong ball turned into a flash of white lightning, shuttling back and forth on the blue table, sometimes like a meteor chasing the moon, sometimes like a butterfly flying through flowers.

The referee adjusted his glasses and leaned forward unconsciously, afraid of missing any exciting moments.

Lin Hui took a deep breath and flew the ping-pong ball towards the opponent's table with his left hand. This is Lin Hui's signature shot.

The opponent's eyes focused, and he quickly determined the direction of rotation. At the moment the ball bounced, he flicked his wrist and hit the ball back with the racket at an incredible angle.

This return shot seems to be understated, but it is actually dangerous. The ball flies towards Lin Hui's backhand with a strong backspin.

"Good shot! The opponent's 'Tai Chi Push Hands' is indeed as good as its reputation!" the commentator shouted excitedly.

Lin Hui was well prepared. He slid to the best hitting position, lowered his body slightly, and exerted force suddenly when the ball reached the highest point.

There was a crisp "pop" sound when the racket touched the ball, and the ping-pong ball flew to the blind corner of the opponent's table like an arrow.

The audience erupted in thunderous applause.

The opponent's moves became more changeable, sometimes short and quick like a dragonfly skimming the water, sometimes straight and sharp like an arrow piercing the heart. Lin Hui had trouble adapting and almost made a mistake.

"The ball is out of bounds!" Lin Hui pointed to the sideline and protested to the referee.

The referee shook his head and upheld the original decision.

The opponent's mouth corners slightly raised, and this micro-expression was keenly captured by Lin Hui. He knew that this was the opponent's psychological tactic.

"Calm down, Lin Hui, don't be disturbed." The coach reminded loudly on the sidelines.

But it was too late, Lin Hui's mentality had been affected. His return became hesitant, and the opponent player seized the opportunity.

Lin Hui on the field now is like a different person, like an impenetrable wall of steel.

His sharp eyes were fixed on every slight muscle tremor of his opponent, and his long arms formed a dragnet on both sides of the table.

That backhand loop shot, with a sharp sound of breaking through the air, turned the ping-pong ball into a white lightning, exploding an astonishing 12 mm arc on the rubber surface.

The opponent player staggered back, but still dodged with a side step, and the racket cut the ball at a tricky 45-degree angle, and the milky white ball fell strangely along the net.

But Lin Hui had already anticipated this killer move. He bent his knees to an astonishing 120 degrees, and raised the racket with precision like a scalpel, completing the decisive kill when the ball fell to 15 centimeters from the table.

The CCTV commentator was so excited that his voice broke: "This is the muscle memory of a senior player! From receiving the serve to finishing the game, it only takes 1.8 seconds!"

When the ping-pong ball exploded a white pink circle with a diameter of 3 cm on the opponent's half of the table, the broadcast camera captured the protruding ulnar flexor carpi muscle on Lin Hui's right forearm, which was the medal forged from his 6000 multi-ball training sessions every day.

The mineral water bottles in the coaching booth were squeezed and made crackling sounds. The fierce battle that lasted for 1 hour and 47 minutes was finally stopped in Lin Hui's signature smash.

Real-time data from the sports channel showed that the smash reached an astonishing speed of 132 kilometers per hour, setting a new record in this season's Table Tennis Super League.

Next, Lin Hui’s eyes became firm again.

He changed his stance, getting closer to the table and shortening his reaction time.

When the opponent player hit that tricky side spin ball again, Lin Hui took a step forward and cut the ball back with the racket at an almost horizontal angle.

The ping-pong ball drew a beautiful arc, passed through the net, and fell rapidly onto the opponent's table.

The opponent's player returned the ball hastily and the quality was not high, and Lin Hui seized the opportunity and made a slam dunk.

"Beautiful! Lin Hui's 'Lin's Loop' is showing its power again!" the commentator shouted excitedly.

Both sides played at their highest level.

The opponent's backhand quick tear was as fast as lightning, while Lin Hui's forehand loop was as fierce as a storm.

On the table, the ping-pong ball turned into a white lightning, shuttling back and forth between the two people. The audience's heads swayed left and right following the trajectory of the ball, as if they were watching a high-level tennis match.

The opponent changed his tactics and no longer competed with Lin Hui in rotation. Instead, he sped up the pace and tried to suppress Lin Hui with speed.

Sweat continued to drip from Lin Hui's forehead, but the fighting spirit in his eyes became more and more intense.

After a 27-shot stalemate, Lin Hui made an incredible save that completely ignited the atmosphere.

"Oh my god! Lin Hui almost slid on the floor to save the ball!" the commentator exclaimed, "This is the legendary 'ghost step'!"

This ball became a turning point.

Lin Hui becomes more and more courageous as the battle goes on.

The opposing player was not bad either. He lightly flicked the ping-pong ball and it flew high towards Lin Hui.

Lin Hui seized the opportunity and made a smash, then turned sideways and pulled the ball back, and the ping-pong ball drew a strange arc.

The audience stood up, waiting for the final victory.

The opponent player did not give up. He took a deep breath, threw the ball, and hit it.

The ping-pong ball flew towards Lin Hui's table with a strong side spin.

Lin Hui made a backhand quick pass, the opponent's forehand hit the ball, and Lin Hui changed the line again.
The two sides engaged in a fierce confrontation that lasted for 15 shots. The only sounds in the venue were the crisp sound of the ping-pong ball colliding with the racket and the nervous breathing of the audience.

Everyone wanted to see the ball fall, but no one expected the game to be so intense!
Late in the night of table tennis, the battle between Lin Hui and the opposing player echoed back and forth.

As you can imagine, this ball is crucial to any of them. If they win this ball, they will be in a dominant position. If they lose, it means they are a little far from success, and it can even be said that they are under great pressure!

Therefore, when they played this ball, they didn't care about anyone at all. Instead, they played it with great excitement, just like a sweaty game!

In Lin Hui's eyes, he thinks this kind of ball is the most exciting thing.

Especially when he meets a stronger opponent, every time he hits a ball, he feels like it is a challenge to himself!

Then he held the ping-pong racket tightly, waiting for the ball from the opponent at any moment, and questioned the opponent's fate!

Of course, the opposing player now has the same idea as Lin Hui, and he will not give Lin Hui the same opportunity as before.

He was careless before, but now he won’t be careless. He will protect the remaining few balls with his heart and his life!
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