The big devil in table tennis

Chapter 1350 The First Round Decides the Victory
The ping-pong ball drew a silver arc in the stagnant air. Jianhua's wrist trembled slightly, and the three-star ball fell rapidly along the edge of the table.

The referee's pupils shrank along with the ball. The lingering sound of the friction between the racket and the rubber particles had not yet dissipated when the white ball bounced on the floor for the third time with a crisp sound.

The mechanical sound of the scoreboard flipping was like a sigh, and the numbers on the electronic display screen jumped to a scarlet 10:10 at the same time.

The opponent player kept leaning over to save the ball and raised his head, with beads of sweat on his forehead falling exactly on the point where the ball had just hit.

The noise from the audience was suddenly paused, and Jianhua saw his white knuckles reflected on the glass curtain wall opposite.

The index finger wrapped with the muscle tape was unconsciously tapping the handle of the racket.

The two match points that were in his hands thirty seconds ago now turned into flashing equal signs on the scoreboard, like a bottomless abyss.

Then I saw the other party snap his knuckles, and the pure white ping-pong ball suddenly flew into the air.

The spotlight on the ceiling shone on the surface of the ball, and the dazzling reflection tore a silver arc in the air, like a meteor across the dark blue table.

Jianhua stood in front of the stage with his knees slightly bent.

His eyes were fixed on the spinning ball, which was cutting through the stagnant air and approaching him with a slight whistling sound.

In the shadow below the table, his rubber-soled sneakers silently rubbed the ground.

His left hand lightly pressed on the table, and the racket held horizontally in his right hand was shining with a cold and hard black light under the light. The carbon fiber base was faintly vibrating, ready to go.

The noise from the audience suddenly faded away. The trajectory of the falling ball continued to magnify in his pupils, and the weak airflow caused by the rotation seemed to have hit his brow.

Jianhua's eyes suddenly focused, his wrist slightly lowered, and the angle of the racket was adjusted to the best in an instant.

The moment the ping-pong ball touched the table, there was a crisp "click" sound. He accurately predicted the trajectory of the rebound. He moved the racket forward, and the rubber rubbed against the surface of the ball, making a short "hiss" sound.

He suddenly exerted force from his waist and hips, swung his arms like a whip, and the racket drew a sharp diagonal line.

"Snapped!"

The silver ball was like lightning, tearing through the air and heading straight for the blind spot on the opponent's table.

The strong wind caused by the rotation rolled up a weak air flow above the table, and under the light, the afterimage of the ball was almost stretched into a white line.

The audience's breathing seemed to stop at this moment.

The opponent's player retreated suddenly, and his sneakers made a sharp friction sound on the plastic floor.

He hit a backhand slice, and the ping-pong ball made a dull "crack" sound the moment it touched the racket, and floated over the net with a strong backspin.

Jianhua's pupils shrank slightly and his steps quickly crossed.

He turned the racket from horizontal to vertical, and at the last moment he changed from pulling to rubbing, and with a slight shake of his wrist he sent the ball back steadily.

This round suddenly turned into a delicate competition of small balls on the table. The white ping-pong ball bounced lightly above the net like a tamed silver butterfly.

The coach on the sidelines clenched his fists, and sweat soaked a corner of the tactical book.

The moment the ping-pong ball bounced on the rubber surface, Jianhua suddenly changed his racket grip.

His thumb pressed down lightly and his index finger gripped the end of the racket handle. This was his killer move.

The moment the racket touched the ball, the noise in the entire venue seemed to be muted.

The small white ball flew strangely along a trajectory opposite to the normal rotation, and suddenly fell when passing the net, rapidly falling as if being pulled by an invisible line.

The opponent's pupils suddenly dilated.

His body instinctively leaned forward, but the predicted point of receiving the ball deviated by a full three centimeters from the actual point of landing. The moment the racket swung in the air, he heard his own rapid breathing echoing in his eardrums.

"Click."

The ping-pong ball barely bounced when it landed on the table for the second time. It just rolled slightly half a circle before finally coming to rest beside the edge of the dark blue table.

The scoreboard emitted a sharp long beep, and the score was fixed at 11:10.

Jianhua let go of his sweat-soaked racket and looked up at the flashing lights in the audience. In those dazzling spots of light, he seemed to see the white meteor that was thrown high and streaked through the spotlights at the beginning of the game.

After Jianhua scored with a fierce smash, his eyes sparkled with confidence.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, and a determined smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The cheers from the audience on the sidelines surged like a tide, but he could only hear the sound of his own strong heartbeat, boom, boom, boom, like a war drum, inspiring him to move forward.

The referee signaled the exchange of serve rights. Jianhua took a deep breath, bent down and picked up the slightly worn ping-pong ball from under the table.

He gently rubbed the surface of the ball with his thumb, feeling the familiar grainy texture.

When he looked up, his gaze pierced through the table ten meters away like a sharp arrow, pointing directly at the opponent's defensive gap.

"boom!"

The first serve drew a beautiful arc with strong topspin, and the friction between the racket rubber and the ball made a crisp sound.

The ping-pong ball suddenly dropped when it touched the opponent's table, as if being pulled down by an invisible hand. But the opponent had already bowed his head and lowered his shoulders, and with a backhand quick drive, he sent the ball back to Jianhua's forehand corner.

"boom!"

In the second round, Jianhua noticed that his opponent's position had quietly moved half a step to the right. He pretended to hit the ball diagonally, but at the moment of contact with the ball, his wrist shook, and the white ball rushed straight to the opponent's forehand triangle like a silver snake out of a hole. The audience burst into amazement, this change of line was truly amazing!

"boom!"

The third crisp sound came from the opponent's Jedi counterattack.

The chopper with a red headband actually used the long rubber blade to hit a "moon-catching shot from the bottom of the sea" at the extreme position. The ping-pong ball floated over the edge of the net and fell to the corner of the table on Jianhua's side with a strange side spin.

The reflection of the scoreboard on the sidelines flickered between the two of them, and the score seemed to be frozen into an eternal digital sculpture at this moment.

The air in the entire stadium became sticky with this stroke of genius.

Jianhua's pupils shrank slightly. He saw the corners of his opponent's clothes flying due to the violent movement, the afterimage of the "Pierce Fish" trademark on the surface of the ping-pong ball, and the fleeting flaw in the rotating trajectory. The moment the ball fell to the same height as the net, it was the best time to make the final kill.

Jianhua's eyes were as fast as lightning and his body moved instantly like a cheetah.

He pushed the ground hard with his left foot, and rushed to the corner of the table like an arrow, with the racket drawing a silver arc in the air.

"Snapped!"

With a violent backhand twist and pull, the ping-pong ball whizzed past with a strong side spin, brushing the net and flying towards the opponent's table.

The opponent obviously did not expect Jianhua to launch a counterattack in such an extreme position, and he could only stretch out his racket to block it in a hurry.

"call out!"

The ball bounced high, drawing a weak parabola. Jianhua had already predicted it, and he leaped up, swung his right arm like a whip, and made a thunderous forehand burst!

"Bang!" The ping-pong ball hit the opponent's table like a cannonball.

The whole audience was silent for a moment, and then broke into deafening cheers!
"Good shot!" the referee announced the score loudly and the score board flipped again.

Jianhua clenched his fists and growled.

The opponent shook his head slightly and wiped the sweat from his forehead, but his eyes were still as sharp as a knife.

He took a deep breath, adjusted his slightly rapid breathing, and shook his wrist.

The ping-pong ball whizzed out like a bullet and hit Jianhua's table with a bang!
Jianhua almost won, it was a close call.

Finally, under his vigorous pursuit, the ping-pong ball hit the table again with a crisp "bang!"

Jianhua quickly turned sideways, shook his wrist, and hit the ball accurately with the racket, and the ball flew back to the opponent's table in a sharp arc.

The opponent player showed no sign of weakness, he moved flexibly, and with a quick backhand, the ball came again like lightning.

"Bang, bang, bang!" The ping-pong ball bounced quickly on the table, and the rhythm became faster and faster, like a fierce offensive battle.

There were cheers from the audience, and everyone held their breath, staring at the ever-changing offense and defense.

Jianhua's eyes were sharp. He suddenly made a fake move to shake the opponent's center of gravity, followed by a violent loop ball. The ball, with a strong rotation, went straight to the opponent's backhand corner!
The opponent player hurriedly returned to defense and barely blocked the ball, but the ball bounced high.

Jianhua seized the opportunity, pushed off the ground with his feet and jumped up, gathering all his strength in his arms and delivering a fierce smash.

"Bang!" The ping-pong ball hit the opponent's table like a cannonball.

The other player tried hard to catch up, and with his disdainful efforts, the score became 11:11.
The numbers on the scoreboard stung Jianhua's eyes.

He took a deep breath, his chest heaving slightly, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the rubber of the racket.

We were clearly leading just now, how come we were tied in the blink of an eye?
The coach on the sidelines frowned and whispered, "Hold on!"

The other player was completely different. He flicked his wrist and a confident smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The reversal just now completely ignited his momentum. He bent down to pick up the ball, lightly weighed it twice in his palm, and locked his eyes on Jianhua like a hawk.

The whole place was silent, with only the hum of the air conditioner and the suppressed breathing of the audience.

"Pah, pah." The opposing player tapped the ball twice gently, and suddenly he threw the ping-pong ball high up. His body instantly tensed like a spring, and the racket slammed hard the moment the ball fell!
"Swish!" A very fast backspin short ball hit the net and lightly landed in Jianhua's forehand small triangle area!

"Oh no!" Jianhua's heart tightened and he hurried forward to save the ball.

A thin layer of sweat appeared on Jianhua's palm as he held the racket, and the rubber surface of the racket glowed with a moist luster under the light.

The score displayed on the scoreboard trembled slightly, and the cold air from the air conditioner swirled around the stadium, carrying the exclamations from the audience.

The opponent's sudden backhand twist and pull was like a sharp knife, and the silver ball drew a strange arc and passed through the net. When he saved the ball, his knees rubbed against the plastic floor, making a harsh friction sound.

"Snapped!"

The edge of the racket almost touched the bottom of the ball. The ping-pong ball rolled hesitantly for half a circle on the net and finally fell onto the opponent's table.

When the winning ball came in the 23rd shot, the ping-pong ball drew a silver line above the table, and Jianhua's forearm muscles suddenly tensed up.

He stared at the slightly trembling tip of his opponent's shoe, which was a sign that he was about to attack from the side.

The moment the ball touched the table, he deliberately slowed down the rhythm of his racket lead-in by half a beat, and the racket turned fifteen degrees in his palm. The arc ball that was supposed to be an explosive burst turned into a sinking cut ball.

"Want to trick me?" The opponent's pupils contracted. He understood the subtle tilt of Jianhua's shoulder blade when he changed his moves.

The rubber-soled sneakers screeched as they braked suddenly on the plastic floor.

He temporarily changed to a backhand twist and pull, and his wrist suddenly released like a spring. The moment the racket touched the ball, his index finger exerted a spiral force on the handle of the racket.

When Jianhua saw the ball flying towards him with irregular rotation, he clenched his back teeth unconsciously.

This twist and pull had the side spin he hated the most, and the ball deviated strangely to the right after passing the net.

Sweat slid down his temple to his chin, and just before it fell, he quickly wiped it away with his left shoulder.

He recalled his coach's analysis last week that the opponent's backhand change of line success rate was as high as 73%.

"Let's take a gamble." Jianhua made the decision within 0.3 seconds. He pretended to rush with his forehand, but suddenly changed to a light flick before touching the ball.

The racket brushed past the ball at a nearly vertical angle, and the ping-pong ball fell rapidly as soon as it passed the net as if under a spell.

The opponent's pupils suddenly dilated. He had already retreated half a step to prepare for a counterattack, but now he had to stagger towards the table.

The cheers from the audience suddenly became distant, and Jianhua's entire attention was focused on his opponent's white knuckles, a sign of extreme exertion.

When the opponent player rescued the ball, Jianhua had already predicted where it would land.

He arched his back like a leopard, and his right arm drew a perfect semicircle. The crisp sound of the rubber and the ball colliding was like a gunshot, and the ping-pong ball exploded with a white light on the opponent's table.

The opponent's racket froze in mid-air. He stared at the still shaking net and suddenly laughed.

This smile made Jianhua feel an electric current running through his back. It was not frustration, but the excitement of a hunter finding his prey.

Then, at the moment the ping-pong ball bounced on the table, the opponent's player's breathing rhythm suddenly changed, becoming short and sharp, like a warrior's breathing before drawing his sword.

He pushed the ground hard with his left foot, his body compressed and released like a spring, and the racket drew a silver arc in the air.

This explosive shot came with a sharp sound of breaking wind, and the ball shot straight into Jianhua's backhand corner like a bullet.

"This is what I've been waiting for!" Jianhua's eyes flashed.

He had already seen the clue from the opponent's slightly forward-leaning shoulders, and had already moved his feet in advance.

His knees were bent, his center of gravity dropped, and the moment the racket touched the ball, his wrist suddenly flipped "Snap!" With a quick backhand shot, the ball cut across the net like a knife and went straight to the opponent's forehand corner!
The opponent's pupils shrank and his body flew out instinctively.

His racket reached the ball almost at the maximum distance. At the moment when the rubber rubbed against the ball, he exerted great force with his index finger and forcibly "bent" the ball back. With a strange side-turning arc, the ball drew a snake-like trajectory in the air and jumped sideways rapidly after landing on the table!
"Beautiful!" The coach on the sidelines couldn't help but exclaim.

Jianhua's heart was beating violently, but he did not panic.

His eyes were fixed on the ball's spinning trajectory, and he determined its landing point in a split second.

"It's a counter-spin!" He stepped out with his left foot, his body almost parallel to the ground, and adjusted the angle of the racket at the last moment with a flick of his wrist.

"Snap!" With a magical "fishing for the moon in the bottom of the sea", the ball flew past the net and lightly touched the opponent's table.

"Good shot!" The audience burst into cheers instantly.

The other player stood in place, his chest heaving violently, but his eyes became sharper.

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