The big devil in table tennis

The ping-pong ball bounces quickly on the table, making crisp and rapid "bang bang" sounds, and the rhythm is so tight that it makes people hold their breath.

Jianhua kept his eyes fixed on his opponent's every swing of the racket, moving his feet flexibly left and right, trying to take control of the initiative of the game.

His backhand return was low and sharp, forcing his opponent to retreat to the middle table.

However, the opponent did not panic. With a beautiful side-step, the ping-pong ball flew across the net like a beam of white light and hit Jianhua's corner of the table.

Jianhua tried hard to save the ball and barely lifted it up, but the quality of his return was not high.

The opponent seized the opportunity and smashed the ball fiercely, catching Jianhua off guard. The ball hit the edge of his racket and flew out of bounds.

"6:5!" the referee announced loudly.

The audience on the sidelines cheered softly, and the opposing players clenched their fists and roared, their morale soaring.

Jianhua took a deep breath and wiped the sweat from his forehead, his eyes still firm.

Then the ping-pong ball drew a sharp white light on the table, accompanied by a "bang" sound, and shot over the net like a bullet from a gun.

The opponent's smash was so powerful that the ball even made a slight vibration in the air.

Jianhua's pupils suddenly contracted, and he bent his knees slightly to lower his center of gravity in an instant.

His racket flashed silver in the sunlight, and his wrist drew the racket back with amazing flexibility, the whole movement being done in one smooth motion like flowing water.

Just when the ping-pong ball was about to hit the corner of the table, his arm suddenly popped out like a spring, and a crisp "pop" sound was made when the rubber touched the surface of the ball.

There was a burst of exclamations from the audience, and the ping-pong ball, which was originally full of murderous intent, was now flying towards the opponent's table at a more tricky angle and with a strong rotation.

Jianhua maintained a perfect finishing posture after hitting the ball. The strands of hair on his forehead were gently lifted by the breeze caused by his movement, and there was a gleam in his eyes.

The opponent's player reacted very quickly. There was a sharp flash in his eyes. He moved sideways half a step like a ghost and adjusted the hitting position in an instant.

He suddenly exerted force from his waist and abdomen, swung his arms like a whip, and the racket left a trail of afterimage in the air.

"Snap!" There was another crisp sound, and the ping-pong ball returned like lightning, with a strong backward spin heading straight for Jianhua's backhand blind spot.

The ball was moving so fast that it almost left a shadow. The moment it bounced off the table, it flew past the net almost closely at an extremely tricky angle.

The spectators on the sidelines all held their breath, their eyes fixed on the high-speed flying ping-pong ball.

Jianhua's eyes flashed, his feet moved as fast as the wind, he adjusted his stance instantly, lowered his body's center of gravity, and gathered strength in his arms like springs.

Just as the ball was about to hit the corner of the table, he shook his wrist violently and the racket hit the ball at an extremely tricky angle.

"Shh!"

The ping-pong ball drew a strange arc and headed straight for the opponent's table with a strong side spin.

The opponent's pupils shrank slightly and he reacted extremely quickly. He rushed forward and at the moment when the ball was about to bounce a second time, he made a violent backhand shot!
"boom!"

The ball hit Jianhua's half like a cannonball, with such force that it even caused the table to tremble slightly.

Jianhua did not retreat but advanced, his body as swift as a cheetah, and completed an extreme save in a flash!
The opposing player was equally imposing. He stared at Jianhua, a confident smile on his lips, and then threw the ping-pong ball high into the air.

"Whoosh!"

A high-speed serve streaked across the net like a meteor, with a strong topspin heading straight for Jianhua's forehand corner.

Jianhua had predicted this and moved sideways like a ghost. His arm muscles tensed instantly and he exerted force suddenly at the highest point of the ball's bounce!

"Snapped!"

The crisp sound of hitting the ball resounded throughout the stadium, and the ping-pong ball turned into a white light and pierced the opponent's table in a nearly straight trajectory.

The opponent's player reacted very quickly, sliding sideways and quickly tearing the ball with his backhand. The ball flew towards Jianhua's backhand position with a strange side turn.

Jianhua was not flustered at all. He flicked his wrist deftly and made a powerful counterattack. The ball fell rapidly after touching the table. The opponent was caught off guard and barely managed to save the ball but hit it away.

7:5
The audience was instantly excited and applauded loudly.

The confrontation between the two is not only a competition of skills, but also a contest of will and mentality!

The jumping numbers on the scoreboard stung the retinas of both teams, and the air was filled with a metallic tension.

Jianhua tapped the ball lightly on the table three times. The "tapping" sound of the rubber and the ball hitting each other cut through the silence like a second hand.

He suddenly changed his grip, and the racket, which was originally held horizontally, was subtly tilted fifteen degrees in his palm. This serving action immediately made his opponent tighten his shoulders.

At the moment of serving, Jianhua's forearm muscles completed a set of precise chain movements: the contraction of the brachioradialis muscle drove the forearm to pronate, the superficial flexor muscles of the fingers controlled the angle of the racket face, and the racket trembled slightly like a venomous snake spitting out its tongue the moment it touched the ball.

When the ping-pong ball bounced off the opponent's table, it strangely refracted in the opposite direction.

The opponent's pupils contracted violently, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

The ping-pong ball drew a sharp arc on the table. Jianhua obviously did not expect that the opponent could catch the net ball, and he was now frantically adjusting his position.

Jianhua's pupils shrank slightly. He saw the other party's wrist shaking unnaturally. It was a fake move!

"Cut the ball short!" This judgment flashed through my mind within 0.3 seconds.

Jianhua's retreating steps suddenly stopped, and the rubber sole of his sneakers rubbed against the floor rubber, making a harsh "squeaking" sound.

As he leaned forward, his left shoulder accidentally hit the edge of the table. The dull pain exploded along his collarbone, but it made him more sober.

Sure enough, the little white ball fell sharply the moment it passed the net, as if it was under a spell.

Jianhua took a deep breath, bent his body slightly, held the racket horizontally, and locked onto his opponent's every move with his eyes like a hawk.

The opposing player licked his dry lips and his fingers unconsciously rubbed the rubber of the racket, as if he was adjusting the strength of his grip.

The spectators on the sidelines held their breath, and the only sounds in the entire arena were the hum of the air conditioner and the crisp sound of the ping-pong balls bouncing on the table.

"Bang!" The opponent suddenly sent a high-speed side spin ball straight to Jianhua's blind spot near the table.

Jianhua's pupils shrank, and his body almost instinctively stepped sideways, cut the ball diagonally, and with a flick of his wrist, he forcibly removed most of the rotation.

The ball hit the net and drew a strange arc on the opponent's table.

The opponent obviously didn't expect Jianhua to be able to resolve this fatal move. He hastily backhanded the ball and it flew high.

Jianhua's eyes flashed, he seized the opportunity, pushed off the ground with his feet, leaped up like a cheetah, pulled his arms back, and chopped down hard with the racket.

"Bang!" With a violent slam dunk, the ping-pong ball hit the opponent's corner of the table like a cannonball and bounced out.

8:5
There was instant applause from the sidelines.

Jianhua clenched his fist and growled, his chest rising and falling violently, sweat dripping down his brow. The opponent was stunned for a moment, then gritted his teeth and shook his wrist, his eyes becoming sharper.

His knuckles turned white from clenching, and he was obviously aroused to fight.

In the next round, he will definitely be more ferocious.

Jianhua took a deep breath, gently weighed the ping-pong ball twice in his palm, and rubbed the ball with his fingertips, feeling the fine lines. His eyes were as sharp as a knife, staring at the opponent's position. The opponent's right foot slightly forward, the center of gravity slightly to the left, obviously guarding against his backhand sneak attack.

"Snapped!"

An extremely short side-spin ball was thrown from Jianhua's fingertips. His wrist shook at the moment the racket touched the ball, and the ball skimmed the net like a dragonfly skimming the water, jumped lightly on the opponent's table, and then quickly retracted.

The opponent's pupils shrank and he hurried forward, but the ball had already fallen a second time and he had to hastily lift it high.

Jianhua has been waiting for this moment!
His body was as fast as lightning. He pushed the ground with his left foot and pulled his right arm back like a fully drawn bowstring, at the moment when the ball bounced to the highest point.

"boom!"

With a powerful forehand burst, the ping-pong ball hit the opponent's table like a meteor.

But surprisingly, the opponent had already predicted this action, took a step forward, and tilted the racket at a subtle angle, perfectly neutralizing the rotation.

The ball flew like an arrow and landed precisely in the blind spot of Jianhua's desk.

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

Jianhua was obviously stunned for a moment, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He realized that the opponent had completely cracked his tactics. Those fake moves and changing lines that had always worked became transparent tricks in the eyes of his opponent.

In the following confrontation, the situation began to reverse.

Every time the opponent returns the ball, it seems to be carefully calculated, specifically targeting Jianhua's weak points.

Sometimes he would lightly flick the ball near the net, forcing Jianhua to rush forward; sometimes he would attack the far corner fiercely, making him run around in a hurry.

The numbers on the scoreboard kept changing, and Jianhua's lead was being eroded bit by bit.

Suddenly, the opponent changed his grip and hit the ball in a curved arc that Jianhua had never seen before.

The ball drew an exaggerated arc in the air and bounced sideways strangely after landing.

Jianhua was caught off guard and his racket missed.

The score also changed at this moment 8:6
The whole audience burst into applause; this stroke of genius completely changed the course of the game.

Jianhua wiped the sweat off his forehead and looked at his opponent who seemed to have been reborn.

He suddenly understood that the real competition was never just a competition of skills, but also a showdown of wisdom and adaptability.

At this moment, the other party has obviously gained the upper hand in this brainstorming session.

Next, the opponent served the ball. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and his fingers gently stroked the ping-pong ball, as if weighing the force and rotation of the ball.

He bent his body slightly, turned the racket flexibly in his palm, and changed to an unusual backhand serving posture, which was a starting position that Jianhua had never seen before.

"Snapped!"

The moment the ball was released, his wrist shook violently, and the ball, with strong downward spin and side turns, drew a strange arc and headed straight for Jianhua's near-table corner.

Jianhua's heart tightened and he instinctively took a step forward, but the ball's bouncing trajectory was unexpected. It did not rush forward as predicted, but instead fell rapidly after touching the table, as if being pulled by an invisible force.

"Oh no, it's a compound rotation of backspin and side spin!" Jianhua hurriedly adjusted the angle of the racket face.

The opponent's mouth corners slightly raised, and a glimmer of confidence flashed in his eyes. He had obviously figured out Jianhua's serve receiving habits, and this ball was a trap designed specifically for him.

Jianhua took a deep breath, his knuckles turned slightly white due to the exertion, and sweat slid down his temples.

He bent his waist, his eyes fixed on the spinning ping-pong ball flying towards him, and the racket felt slightly hot in his palm.

"It can't end like this!" he shouted in his heart, tensing the muscles in his right arm, and swung the racket hard at the moment the ball was about to hit the corner of the table.

The moment the racket touched the ball, he shook his wrist, adding a strong backspin to the ball.

The ping-pong ball drew a strange arc, brushing the net and flying towards the opponent's table.

The spectators on the sidelines held their breath at the same time, watching the ball bounce lightly on the opponent's table.

The opponent's hurried save also meant that the game continued, and a stalemate confrontation unfolded at both ends of the table tennis table.

Every swing of the racket is the result of months of hard training, and every point touches the hearts of the audience.

The light from the stadium's ceiling cast flickering spots on the fast-moving ping-pong ball, as if keeping the rhythm for this intense contest.

Jianhua stared at his opponent's movements intently, with his legs slightly apart and knees bent, ready to move at any time.

The ping-pong ball hit the opponent's racket and hit him with a strong side spin.

He instantly determined where the ball would land, quickly moved sideways, lowered his body's center of gravity, and decisively pulled the ball backhand the moment it bounced!
The ball was like a beam of white light, flying in a sharp arc towards the opponent's table.

The opponent obviously didn't expect this shot to be so fierce, and he blocked it hastily, causing the ball to fly high.

Jianhua seized the opportunity, took a step forward, raised his arms high, and smashed the ball hard!

"Bang!" The crisp sound of hitting the ball resounded throughout the stadium, and the ping-pong ball hit the corner of the opponent's table like a bullet.

The opponent hit the ball again. This time, his action seemed the same as before, but at the moment of hitting the ball, his wrist suddenly turned.

The ball came flying towards him with a side spin that was completely opposite to the previous one. Jianhua's pupils shrank, and his body instinctively moved sideways. He quickly adjusted the angle of the racket and cut the ball back at the critical moment.

However, the opponent had already predicted the route of his return ball, took a step forward, and rushed backhand!

"Snapped--!"

The ping-pong ball hit the table like a bullet.

The audience on the sidelines murmured, and some shook their heads and sighed: "Jianhua was really suppressed this time..."

The opponent's eyes became sharper and the smile on his lips deepened. He no longer gave Jianhua a chance to breathe. His subsequent serves varied, sometimes rushing to the baseline, sometimes swinging short balls close to the net. Jianhua was forced to constantly adjust his position, and his rhythm was completely disrupted.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Jianhua's forehead and his breathing became rapid.

He clenched his fists and tried to calm himself down. "We can't follow his lead... We must break the situation!"

At this moment, the opponent hit the ball again, and this time, he deliberately slowed down his movements, as if to provoke him.

The ball was thrown high up, and with a slight flick of the wrist, it looked like an ordinary side spin, but Jianhua keenly noticed that the opponent's shoulder had a slight tilt "Another fake move!"

In a flash, Jianhua no longer hesitated and decisively attacked sideways!
"boom--!"

With a fierce forehand burst, the ping-pong ball hits the opponent's open space like lightning!

This was the opportunity the opponent wanted, and he hit the ball directly with a bang.

Jianhua couldn't fight back at all.

8:7
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