The big devil in table tennis

Chapter 1349 Targeting each other
The moment Jianhua saw the score change, he took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

He bent his knees slightly, lowered his center of gravity, and stared at the flying ping-pong ball.

The ball was moving at an extremely fast speed, with a strong spin, drawing a sharp arc under the lights.

He could hear the sudden hold of breath in the audience and feel his own heartbeat like a drum pounding against his chest.

But at this moment, his world seemed to consist only of that ball, its trajectory, its rotation, and the position where it was about to fall.

Just as the ball touched the table, Jianhua suddenly pushed off the ground, shook his wrist, and hit the ball with the racket accurately.

The moment the rubber rubbed against the ball, he felt a strong spinning force, but he did not take it head-on. Instead, he used the force to cut the ball, and the ball drew a strange arc, brushing the edge of the net and flying towards the opponent's table.

The opponent obviously didn't expect this move, and made a mistake in returning the ball in a hurry, causing the ball to bounce high.

Jianhua seized the opportunity and made a burst of momentum, with the ping-pong ball hitting the opponent's corner like a bullet.

The opposing player was not afraid of danger and quickly hit back at Jianhua.

The result showed Jianhua an astonishing speed.

He was completely dumbfounded.

After a brief thought, when the orange ball tore through the air and attacked for the third time, Jianhua's body reacted before his brain.

He pushed the ground hard with his right leg and the racket cut towards the ball at a 45-degree angle.

At the moment the rubber touched the ball, his wrist shook subtly three times. This was a force-releasing technique he had practiced for two years.

There were suppressed exclamations from the audience.

The opponent player obviously did not expect this return, and his lower body, which had been as stable as a rock, began to shake.

Jianhua spotted this flaw, a low growl came out of his throat, his left shoulder suddenly sank three centimeters, and the racket changed its trajectory at the last millimeter.

"boom!"

The ping-pong ball flew through the net as if under a spell, and the arc it bounced on the opponent's table was so tricky that it was almost cruel. The wrist suddenly exerted force, and the racket drew a sharp arc.

"Snapped!"

The tennis ball tore through the air like a bullet, heading straight for the opponent's backhand corner.

The opponent player took a hasty step, but stumbled due to unstable center of gravity, and the return ball bounced high.

The audience held their breath. Jianhua had already leaped into the air, his arms as taut as a bowstring, and smashed the ball hard.

"boom!"

The ping-pong ball made a loud sound.

The opposing player hit the ping-pong ball back.

"Ping-pong--" the crisp sound of the ball hitting the ground echoed in the gymnasium.

The other player and Jianhua were neither giving in to each other. Sweat flowed down their cheeks, sparkling under the spotlight.

Jianhua took a step forward, shook his wrist violently, and hit a beautiful loop shot. The white ball drew a graceful arc and flew towards the opponent's table.

The opponent player was staring at him with eyes as sharp as an eagle. He quickly adjusted his position and made a backhand move the moment the ball bounced, and the ball flew back like an arrow.

The audience on the sidelines held their breath and could only hear the "squeaking" sound of the sneakers rubbing against the floor.

The scoreboard showed 8:7.

Jianhua was temporarily in the lead, but every shot from the opponent was aggressive and it was obvious that they wanted to tie the score.

Jianhua took a deep breath and felt the pressure of the game coming like a tide, but his hand holding the racket remained as steady as a rock.

The opponent player suddenly changed the rhythm and hit an unexpected short ball. The small white ball jumped lightly in front of the net and approached the edge of the table dangerously.

Jianhua's eyes focused, he quickly adjusted his steps, and pounced forward like a cheetah.

At the critical moment, he lightly lifted his racket, and the ping-pong ball flew over the net and lightly touched the opponent's table.

The opponent player obviously didn't expect this and tried to save the ball hastily, but the ball had already fallen to the ground.

9:7
"Damn it! It was just a little bit short!"

The other player clenched his fists so hard that his knuckles turned white from excessive force.

The tennis ball had clearly hit his racket, but at the last moment it strangely changed its trajectory and flew out along the edge of the table.

He clearly heard the sighs of regret from the audience when the referee announced the score, which made him feel an uncontrollable anger surge in his chest.

"Calm down. You must stay calm." He took a deep breath and forced himself to focus on the tall figure opposite him.

Sweat trickled down his temples, and he could feel his heartbeat gradually calming down, his rapid breathing slowly becoming even.

At this moment, Jianhua was already in serving position.

With a light toss of his slender fingers, the ping-pong ball drew a silver arc in the air.

The opponent narrowed his eyes, and his muscles tensed instantly. Jianhua's mind flashed through Lin Hui's usual serving routine. He bent his knees slightly, lowered his center of gravity, and prepared to explode at any time.

The ping-pong ball bounced lightly on the table, drawing a strange arc, it was a side spin!
The opposing player instantly judged the direction of the ball's rotation, quickly moved sideways, and hit the ball with his racket at a tricky angle.

"Snap!" A crisp sound of hitting the ball was heard, and the ball flew back at a faster speed, straight into Jianhua's backhand blind spot.

However, Jianhua seemed to have anticipated this. He slid sideways like a ghost and made a quick backhand shot, with the ball flying back diagonally like lightning.

Jianhua's pupils shrank, and he had no time to adjust his position, so he could only stretch out his hand to block the attack.

"boom!"

The ball hit the edge of the table heavily, bounced high, and drew a breathtaking arc in the air.

The entire stadium seemed to stop at this moment, and everyone's eyes followed the spinning ball.

Jianhua could hear the sound of blood vessels throbbing in his temples. Sweat flowed down his temples and hung in the form of crystal drops on his chin.

After reaching its highest point, the ping-pong ball began to fall, floating toward the ground like a feather.

When it finally came into contact with the wooden floor, there was a soft "click" sound, but it echoed throughout the gymnasium like thunder.

"9 to 8!" The referee's voice broke through the brief silence.

There was a mixture of exclamations and applause from the audience.

Jianhua wiped the sweat off his face with the hem of his jersey, never taking his eyes off his opponent.

At this moment, the opposing player was fanning himself gently with his racket, with a faint smile on his lips.

"Jianhua, stay calm!" the coach shouted from the sidelines, with an undeniable nervousness in his voice.

Jianhua nodded and took a deep breath.

He could feel the back of his T-shirt was completely wet and sticking to his skin.

The lights from the top of the stadium shone down blindingly, casting tiny spots of light on the dark green table.

The air was filled with the smell of rubber floors mixed with sweat, the unique smell of competitive sports.

The opposing player walked to the left side of the table and weighed the ball repeatedly in his hand. He did this action at least five times, obviously trying to delay time and disrupt Jianhua's rhythm.

Some people in the audience began to cough impatiently, but the opposing player was not moved at all.

He took one last look at the ball, then suddenly changed his usual high toss serve to a quick low toss. The ball came almost close to the net, with a strong side spin.

Jianhua narrowed his eyes slightly and determined the direction of rotation the moment the ball left Zhang Ming's racket.

His body reacted quickly like a spring. His knees bent, his center of gravity dropped, and with a slight flick of his right wrist, his racket met the flying ping-pong ball at a precise angle.

"Snapped!"

The sound of the ball hitting the rubber is crisp and pleasant.

Jianhua's backhand quick flick sent the ball back to the far corner of the opponent's forehand position, at an angle so tricky that it almost brushed the edge of the table.

The opponent player obviously did not expect Jianhua to be able to resolve this serve so easily. In a hurry, he could only barely block the ball back, and the quality was not high.

Jianhua took a step forward without any hesitation. All the strength in his body rose from the soles of his feet, transferred to his arms through his waist and hips, and finally gathered in a swift smash from his wrist.

"boom!"

The ping-pong ball flew through the net like a bullet and hit the opponent's side of the table heavily.

Then fly directly into the distance.

The opposing player doesn’t even have time to react before the ball ends its trajectory.

"10 to 8!" The referee's voice sounded again.

The audience burst into warm applause and cheers.

Jianhua heard his teammates excitedly shouting his name on the sidelines, but he did not celebrate. He just calmly walked back to his preparation position and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.

The game is not over yet and he needs to stay focused.

The other player's expression became noticeably gloomy.

He must remain calm.

Then I saw Jianhua pinching the small ping-pong ball between his thumb and index finger, feeling the tiny granularity on the surface of the ball with his fingertips.

The spotlight on the top of the stadium cast a bright spot of light on the sphere, like a miniature sun held in his hand.

He exhaled gently and bounced the ball twice on the table. This was his habitual action. He would use this touch to confirm the condition before each serve.

Jianhua is in the lead, but the game is far from over.

He could feel the sweat on his back slowly cooling down, and the jersey sticking to his skin caused him a little discomfort.

The opposing player bent his waist, supported his hands on his knees, and stared at the ball in Jianhua's hands, like a cheetah waiting to pounce on its prey.

Jianhua threw the ball high up, this time higher than usual.

The moment the ball reaches the highest point, his body suddenly releases like a spring compressed to the extreme, his waist and hips twist to drive his arms to swing, and the racket gives a subtle friction at the moment of touching the ball.

The ping-pong ball drew a beautiful arc, crossed the net, and bounced onto the opponent's table.

The opponent's pupils suddenly contracted.

Experience told him that this serve was a fraud, but he couldn't judge the direction of the spin at the moment.

At the critical moment, he chose a conservative way to receive the ball, gently lifting the ball with the racket slightly tilted back, trying to resolve the possible rotation.

"Oh no!" The opposing player's heart sank the moment the racket touched the ball.

He misjudged the direction of spin and had the racket at all the wrong angles.

After briefly staying on the opponent's racket, the ping-pong ball suddenly changed its predetermined trajectory, flew high, and rushed towards the ceiling like a disobedient bird.

There was a cry of surprise from the audience, and some people even looked up involuntarily to follow the trajectory of the ball.

Jianhua had already predicted this result.

His feet were firmly rooted to the ground, but his body was in a position ready to move at any time.

When the ball finally started to fall from the highest point, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, the opportunity had come.

The opposing player took two steps back in embarrassment, looked up at the falling ball, his face turning pale.

He knew he had made a fatal mistake and gave Jianhua a great opportunity to attack.

His heels had already hit the barrier behind him, and he had nowhere to retreat.

When the ping-pong ball fell to the right height, Jianhua's body suddenly relaxed like a fully drawn bow.

His right arm swung in a perfect arc, and there was a crisp "pop" sound when the racket touched the ball.

This smash came with a whistling sound and went straight to the open space on the opponent's right side.

It drew a sharp arc above the table, and the opponent player instinctively stretched out his racket in a hurry, and the metal edge of the racket flashed a cold light under the light.

There was a slight "click" sound, and the ball flew past the edge of the racket, leaving an almost invisible scratch on the rubber, and then hit the table heavily with a dull "bang" sound.

Jianhua's eyes lit up as he keenly captured this fleeting opportunity.

He pushed the ground with his left foot, leaned forward like a cheetah, and used the racket in his right hand to hit the bouncing ball at a tricky angle.

The counterattack was fast and sharp, and the ping-pong ball drew a sharp arc on the table. The opponent's eyes flashed, and he seized the fleeting opportunity, took a step forward, and swung his arm down like a whip.

There was a crisp "pop" sound, and the moment the racket and the ball touched, an amazing force burst out, and the ping-pong ball shot straight into Jianhua's backhand blind spot like an arrow.

Jianhua's racket barely touched the ball, but he failed to control the angle of the return ball.

The ping-pong ball hit the net, bounced in a strange arc on the table, and finally fell out of bounds.

The referee announced loudly: "10:9!" There was a burst of exclamations from the audience. No one expected that in such a passive situation, the opponent could complete such a wonderful smash.

Sweat dripped down Jianhua's hair. He took a deep breath and wiped his palms with a towel.

The glaring numbers on the scoreboard reminded him: the opponent was only one point away from tying the score.

The coach on the sidelines clenched his fists and whispered, "Focus!" Jianhua nodded, turned the ping-pong ball in his palm, and stared at the opponent's half with a sharp gaze.

After the opponent won that point, his morale soared. He gripped his racket tightly, his eyes as sharp as an eagle.

I saw him gently tossing the ping-pong ball up, the ball spinning slightly in the air, and he shook his wrist violently.

"boom!"

A lightning-fast serve went straight to Jianhua's forehand corner. The ball was extremely fast and had a strong side spin, drawing a strange arc on the table.

Jianhua reacted extremely quickly, adjusted his footwork quickly, and quickly tore the ball back with his backhand, returning it steadily.

But the opponent was prepared. He took a step forward and pressed the racket down hard.

"boom!"

Another fierce smash, the ping-pong ball hit Jianhua's backhand like a bullet. Jianhua leaned back to the limit and barely blocked the ball back, but the return was of poor quality and bounced high.

The opponent seized the opportunity, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and his arm swung down like a whip.

"boom!"

On the third dunk, the ball hit the table hard and Jianhua made a desperate save.

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