The big devil in table tennis

Chapter 1345 The More Intense, the Harder the Fight
The buzzing discussions in the table tennis hall were suddenly interrupted by a fierce smash.

The silvery-white ball tore through the air like a bullet, drawing a blinding white light under the spotlight.

Lin Hui's wrist gripping the racket subconsciously tensed, his pupils reflecting the ping-pong ball spinning towards the table. The angle at which it landed was breathtakingly tricky, and the moment it touched the table, it strangely changed its trajectory.

The moment the edge of the racket barely touched the ball, Lin Hui felt a tingling sensation in the base of his palm.

The scoreboard clicked mechanically, and the scarlet number 10:11 jumped on the electronic screen, causing a flood of exclamations from the audience.

The opponent maintained the lunge posture after hitting the ball, and under the sweaty bangs on his forehead, his narrow eyes were flashing with a predator-like light.

On the slow-motion playback screen to the side of the referee's chair, you can clearly see that the ping-pong ball produced an unconventional "banana bounce" when it hit the table. This smash, which combined super side spin and instantaneous acceleration, caused the ball to refract twice at the edge of the table.

The commentator was so excited that his voice broke: "This is the first time a curve ball has appeared in this World Table Tennis Championships!"

Lin Hui wiped the sweat dripping down his chin with the hem of his jersey, and the rubber soles of his shoes made a slight squeaking sound as they rolled on the plastic floor.

He noticed the opposing player's shoulders rising and falling due to his heavy breathing, the clenched fists of the Chinese coaching staff in the stands, and the cameras of the photographers pointed at him.

The faint scratch left by the ping-pong ball on the table now looks like a fresh scar.

Lin Hui took a deep breath, gently rubbed the ball in his palm, and felt the fine lines on the surface of the ball with his fingertips.

The noise in the venue seemed to be blocked by an invisible barrier, and the only sound in his ears was his own steady heartbeat.

The opposing player stood at the other end of the table, lowering his center of gravity slightly, his eyes as sharp as a hawk.

His racket glowed coldly under the light, like a sharp blade drawn from its sheath, ready to deliver a fatal blow at any time.

The referee blew the whistle and the game continued.

Lin Hui threw the ball and swung the racket. The ping-pong ball streaked across the net like a meteor and hit the opponent's backhand with a strong topspin.

The opponent player reacted very quickly, and pulled the ball sideways, and the ball was returned at a faster speed.

Lin Hui had anticipated this, moved sideways quickly, and made a violent backhand rush, with the ball hitting Sato's forehand corner like a cannonball.

"Bang!" The opposing player barely saved the ball, but the quality of the return ball dropped sharply and the ball bounced high.

Lin Hui's eyes flashed, he seized the opportunity, leaped up like a spring, swung his right arm, and delivered a powerful smash.

"boom!"

The ping-pong ball hit the opponent's table like lightning.

The whole stadium was boiling in an instant, with Chinese fans in the audience waving the national flag and cheering deafeningly.

The other player gritted his teeth, a hint of unwillingness flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

He bent down to pick up the ball and tossed it gently, as if he was adjusting his breathing.

The air seemed to freeze at the decisive moment.

Lin Hui could hear the throbbing sound of his temple, and sweat slid down his brow bones and hung on his eyelashes like tiny crystals.

He subconsciously pressed the tip of his tongue against the roof of his mouth. This was a habit he developed during training with the national team, and it helped him concentrate instantly.

The opponent's racket was subtly tilted 15 degrees before serving, and this detail made Lin Hui's pupils shrink suddenly.

In a research video three weeks ago, the Japanese coach made this gesture during a timeout.

Sure enough, the ping-pong ball flew in a strange snake-like trajectory and suddenly fell down the moment it passed the net.

Lin Hui's muscle memory was faster than thinking. He took a step forward and used the racket to chop the ball at a nearly vertical angle to create a "moon-catching shot from the bottom of the sea".

"Click--" The sound of the rubber rubbing against each other made the audience in the front row lean forward at the same time.

The ping-pong ball just brushed the net and bounced off the opponent's table with an arc that was surprisingly low.

The opponent's racket edge hit the corner of the table when making a save.

Dark red cypress wood chips fell down.

The opponent player suddenly raised his hand to indicate a side ball.

Amid the uproar in the audience, the referee activated the Hawkeye replay.

On the big screen, the blue thermal imaging of the contact between the sphere and the table surface clearly shows: a 0.3 mm edge pressing mark.

Lin Hui's clenched right fist was shaking slightly. He saw the white-haired coach in the audience wiping the corner of his eye with his thumb.

On the other side of the net, the opposing player suddenly laughed and raised his racket in a salute gesture.

Lin Hui was unwilling to give up. As the game continued, the ping-pong ball in his hand drew a silver arc under the light. The opponent player moved sideways as quickly as a cheetah and made a "ghost cut" with his backhand. The ball passed the net with a strong reverse spin.

The soles of Lin Hui's shoes made a sharp sound when rubbing against the court. He predicted the landing point, but found that the trajectory of the ball suddenly dropped at the moment of swinging the racket. This was actually a rare "two-stage change of speed ball"!
There were gasps from the audience.

At the critical moment, Lin Hui's left hand suddenly left the racket, and he used only his right wrist to complete an ergonomic "bending wrist to hit the ball".

The ping-pong ball was thrown high up at an incredible angle, passed over the opponent's head, and fell rapidly before the end line.

"It's the lost 'Guanyin's Hanging Hands'!" The commentator's voice was already hoarse.

The opponent player retreated frantically, and at the moment when his body almost lost his balance, he used the back of the racket to complete a "back-to-back moon catch".

The ball hit the net and flew back, lightly hitting Lin Hui's table.

There was silence.

The spinning ball slowly rolled down the net post and finally stopped on Lin Hui's side.

Lin Hui then realized that his sportswear was completely wet.

At this moment, the opponent's player was in an equally miserable state.

Beads of sweat the size of beans kept falling from the ends of his soaked hair. His white sportswear had already become wet and stuck to his body, outlining his violently heaving chest.

But those bloodshot eyes were fixed on the spinning ping-pong ball, as if he wanted to pour all his willpower into this final blow.

He shook his head violently, and the water droplets drew thin silver lines under the light.

With his left hand supporting the slippery table, the racket in his right hand drew a sharp arc in the air.

"Bang!" The crisp sound of the rubber and the ball colliding exploded in the stagnant air. The ping-pong ball turned into a blurry white shadow and flew straight towards Lin Hui's table with a sound of breaking through the air.

The splashing sweat drops left a glittering trail behind the ball, just like the path of a meteor streaking across the night sky.

The scoreboard on the referee's bench trembled slightly in the air flow, reflecting this fatal return that could decide the outcome.

The audience suddenly fell silent, and everyone held their breath, watching the ping-pong ball carrying the weight of two souls explode on the dark green table with a fleeting splash. Lin Hui's pupils suddenly contracted, and his eyes were fixed on the rapidly spinning ball. His body reacted instinctively, and muscle memory took over the action at the critical moment.

The moment the ball bounced on the table, he pushed hard against the ground, and the soles of his shoes rubbed against the slippery ground, making a harsh sound. He swung the racket in his right hand like lightning, hitting the flying white ball at a precise angle.

"Snapped!"

The crisp sound of hitting the ball echoed in the stadium, and the ping-pong ball rebounded at a faster speed, drawing a sharp arc and heading straight into the opponent's backhand blind spot.

The opponent obviously did not expect Lin Hui to be able to counterattack in such an extreme situation. His steps were slightly slow, but he still gritted his teeth and rushed forward.

The racket barely touched the edge of the ball, which bounced high but was out of control.

"Boom!"

The ball hit the table hard and flew out of bounds.

The whole audience was silent for a second, and then broke into deafening cheers.

Lin Hui's tense nerves finally relaxed. He gasped for breath, sweat dripping down his chin, but a victorious smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The referee raised his right hand and announced loudly: "11:11, Lin Hui wins!"

The opponent stood there, his chest heaving violently, and finally shook his head with a wry smile.

He raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and there was a bit more respect in his eyes when he looked at Lin Hui.

The noise in the audience gradually died down, replaced by whispers and sporadic applause.

Someone held up his phone to record this moment, and flashes flickered at the edge of the venue.

The referee lowered his head and made a mark on the score sheet. When he looked up, there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. "Rest for two minutes and prepare for the final round."

Lin Hui walked to the bench on the sidelines with a towel draped around his neck.

He tilted his head back and drank half a bottle of water. His Adam's apple rolled as the cold water washed over his burning throat.

The coach patted him on the shoulder and whispered something. He nodded, but his eyes involuntarily drifted to the opposite side.

The opponent was closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, while the coach was gesticulating and talking rapidly. As if he had noticed the sight, the opponent suddenly opened his eyes and met Lin Hui's eyes.

The air seemed to freeze for a second.

Lin Hui was the first to look away and clenched the water bottle in his hand. The plastic bottle made a slight clicking sound. He knew that the real battle had just begun.

The deciding game has begun.

On both sides of the table, Lin Hui and his opponent's eyes collided silently in the air, as if creating invisible sparks. The referee threw the ball high up.

"Snapped!"

The opponent served first and hit a sharp sidespin ball straight to Lin Hui's backhand.

Lin Hui moved quickly, flicked his wrist, and the ball drew an arc, returning the ball accurately.

The atmosphere on the field became increasingly tense.

The cheers from the audience gradually turned into a breathless silence, and everyone was staring at the small white ball bouncing rapidly on the table.

Sweat slid down Lin Hui's brow, his breathing was heavy and rapid, but his eyes were extremely focused.

The opponent also tensed his body, his fingers unconsciously stroking the rubber of the racket, as if adjusting the final rhythm.

The last ball.

Lin Hui took a deep breath, threw the ball, swung the racket, and hit a long ball straight to the opponent's baseline! The opponent reacted very quickly, rushed sideways, and the ball blasted back like a cannonball!
Lin Hui did not retreat but advanced. In a flash, he pressed his wrist and the ball passed the net, lightly touched the opponent's table, and then almost rolled down weakly.

The opponent was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and laughed.

Inside the table tennis hall, the blazing white lights pierced the air like swords, casting sharp shadows on the blue table.

Lin Hui's racket felt slightly hot in his palm, and beads of sweat rolled down his temples, leaving dark spots on the rubber floor.

The opponent suddenly bent his knees and lowered his waist, his sneakers rubbing against the ground and making a harsh "squeaking" sound. Then he suddenly raised his wrist like a spring - "bang!"

The three-star celluloid ball turned into a white meteor and hit the corner of Lin Hui's stage with an astonishing spin. The arc of its bounce was strangely twisted.

Amid the sudden burst of exclamations from the audience, Lin Hui's pupils suddenly shrank, his left leg retreated half a step, and the racket cut out at a tricky 45-degree angle.

The moment the rubber touched the ball, the stadium seemed to have pressed the mute button, and everyone saw the ball falling rapidly after hitting the net as if it was cast by magic.

"Good shot!" The referee's cheers tore through the silence. But the opponent had already rushed to the front of the table like a cheetah, and with a backhand rush, the ping-pong ball left an afterimage between the two of them that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

Lin Hui smelled the smell of burnt pine in the air. His body leaned back almost parallel to the ground, but he could still hear the whistling sound of the racket tearing through the air. The ball was rushing towards his defensive blind spot at a speed of 280 kilometers per hour.

Lin Hui's racket drew a sharp arc at the last moment, and the ping-pong ball flew like an arrow from a bow, hitting the opponent's table with a strong side spin.

The opponent's eyes flashed, his body moved like lightning, and he took a sudden step forward. However, his expression suddenly changed the moment he caught the ball. The ball unexpectedly turned a right angle after touching the table.

"Snapped!"

The audience erupted in deafening cheers and flash lights flashed like a rainstorm.

Lin Hui was breathing heavily, sweat dripping down his chin, but a triumphant smile appeared on his lips. He slowly raised his racket and hit the opponent's table.

The player on the opposite side stood in place, his chest heaving violently, a hint of unwillingness flashed in his eyes, but it quickly turned into motivation.

The sound of ping-pong balls rang out one after another. It can be seen that both sides played very hard. No one wanted to lose the game at this moment.

After all, it was very difficult for them to get to this point in this table tennis match, so they must win this time no matter what.

Then, the opponent's racket just touched the ball at the last moment, and the white ball drew a strange arc, brushing the net and flying towards the opponent's table.

The opponent's pupils shrank, and his body reacted faster than his mind. He rushed forward and lifted the ball with his racket at a nearly vertical angle.

There was a burst of exclamations from the audience. The return ball bounced high up, almost sticking to the net line, like a dying white dove.

Sweat dripped down the opponent's chin onto the table. He could hear his own pounding heartbeat intertwined with the crisp sound of the ping-pong ball.

The opponent had retreated three meters away. His sportswear was completely soaked with sweat, glistening under the light.

Then, as the ball began to fall, the other player pounced forward like a cheetah, his arm drawing a perfect arc, and the racket made a dull "bang" sound when it touched the ball.

The opposing player saw a white light coming towards his blind spot on the right, and he instinctively turned sideways, with his racket almost missing the target.

Fortunately, he still hit the ping-pong ball onto Lin Hui's table. When Lin Hui saw the ping-pong ball coming towards him, he immediately concentrated all his energy and hit the ping-pong ball onto the opponent's table again. It can be seen that both players are unwilling to give in to each other.

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