The big devil in table tennis

Chapter 1353: Keep Fighting
The ping-pong ball drew sharp arcs on the table, and every counterattack from the opponent was accompanied by a sound of breaking through the air.

The contestant's eyes were burning with fighting spirit, and the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously. He felt that the balance of victory was tilting towards him.

As the numbers on the scoreboard got closer, his movements became more fierce. Every smash was like a sword drawn from its sheath, flashing coldly under the light.

"Snapped!"

Another powerful backhand drive, the ping-pong ball hit Jianhua's table like a cannonball, causing his wrist to go numb.

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

He saw the gleam of confidence in his opponent's eyes, an excitement that was about to turn the tide.

The air in the gym seemed to be frozen, with only the "bang bang" sound of the ping-pong balls echoing in the space, each sound like a heavy hammer hitting the heart.

Jianhua bit his lower lip, and his knuckles turned white from the force of holding the racket.

He could feel the other party's momentum growing stronger and stronger, like the waves at high tide, each wave more ferocious than the last.

But he did not retreat. Instead, he lowered his body and stared at the small white ball jumping back and forth on the table.

He put all his strength into every swing, even though his arms were sore as if they were filled with lead.

The opponent's player is like a fully drawn bow, ready to shoot a fatal arrow at any time.

Jianhua is like a sailor in a storm, holding the rudder tightly in the raging waves.

The ping-pong ball flew back and forth between them at a high speed, and the trajectory it left was like a fierce collision of two souls.

Jianhua felt his heartbeat gradually synchronized with the rhythm of the table tennis ball, and every leap was accompanied by the crisp sound of the racket and ball touching.

His eyes were fixed on the small white ball, as if the whole world was left with only this table.

The opponent's offensive became more and more fierce, but he knew that he could not relax at this moment.

Sweat slid down his temples, dripped onto the blue table, and was instantly evaporated by the dry air.

His legs trembled slightly, but he still moved flexibly, like a cheetah ready to pounce.

The opponent swung his racket down again, and the ping-pong ball flew towards him with a strong spin, drawing a strange arc under the light.

Jianhua's pupils shrank slightly, his body instinctively turned sideways, and with a slight shake of his wrist, the racket met the ball at a subtle angle.

"Snap!" The moment the ball rubbed against the rubber, he felt the strong rotation, but he used his wrist strength to pull the ball back.

The ping-pong ball flew past the net and fell rapidly on the opponent's table.

The opponent obviously didn't expect the tricky ball and returned the ball too high in a hurry.

There was a gleam of light in Jianhua's eyes, and he soared into the air like an arrow, swung his right arm and slammed it down hard!

"Bang" the ball hit the opponent's corner of the table like a meteor.

Then there was a crisp "pop!" sound, and the ping-pong ball exploded in the corner of the table, leaving a white shadow, and then bounced out of the court like lightning.

The opponent stumbled back, and his racket barely managed to hook the ball, but it only touched the edge of the ball, which flew high into the air, drawing a weak arc.

Jianhua had already started walking, and he rushed to the front of the stage like a cheetah.

He bent his knees slightly and pulled his arms back, all the strength in his body condensed into a taut bowstring at this moment.

The racket was pressed down violently with the sound of wind. The ball almost deformed the moment it touched the rubber, and then turned into a beam of white light and hit the opponent's forehand corner!
"Bang!" The ball hit the baffle and bounced towards the ceiling.

There was a moment of silence on the sidelines, followed by a burst of deafening applause.

The opponent stood where he was, his right hand holding the racket feeling slightly numb.

He looked up at Jianhua with a smile on his face.

Jianhua took a deep breath and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his jersey, his eyes still as sharp as a knife.

He could feel that his opponent's fighting spirit had not diminished. The slam dunk just now not only failed to defeat the opponent, but instead aroused an even stronger desire to fight.

Jianhua also reacted very quickly. He took a step forward, flicked his wrist, and the ball drew a small arc and swung back steadily.

The two players engaged in a delicate ball-control contest in front of the stage, and the ping-pong ball bounced lightly on the net, as if it might roll down at any time.

The opponent suddenly made a backhand quick shot, and the ball rushed towards Jianhua's forehand corner like a venomous snake!

Jianhua retreated violently, swung his arms out like a whip, and pulled back forcefully at the extreme position!
"Shh!"

The ball had a strong side turn and passed by the edge!

The sidelines were instantly boiling with excitement, but Jianhua's expression did not relax at all.

He stared at his opponent and found that his eyes were still calm, even with a hint of calculation.

This guy is still testing my weaknesses.

He clenched the racket tightly, and sweat dripped through his fingers.

Jianhua took a deep breath, gently turned the ball in his palm, and adjusted his breathing rhythm.

He could feel his heartbeat pounding against his chest like a drum, but his eyes grew sharper.

The opponent has stood still again, lowered his center of gravity slightly, the ball bounced lightly on the racket face, and his eyes were locked on Jianhua's every subtle movement like a hawk.

A very fast counter-spin short ball went straight to Jianhua's backhand triangle, with a tricky angle, almost falling along the net.

Jianhua moved quickly, took a step forward, shook his wrist slightly, and returned the ball to the opponent's table with an almost weird short swing.

The ball was almost still the moment it hit the table, with a slight backspin, as if challenging the opponent's patience.

The opponent frowned slightly, obviously not expecting Jianhua to be able to play such exquisite control in such a passive situation.

After a moment's hesitation, he chose to lightly pick the ball and tried to send it to the middle of Jianhua.

But this is exactly Jianhua’s trap!
He had predicted this long ago, and he moved sideways like a cheetah to attack, then he made a forehand shot, and the ball blasted towards his opponent like a cannonball!
"boom!"

The table was shaking, and the opponent barely managed to turn sideways, but he only had time to touch the ball with the edge of the racket, and the white ball flew high out of the court.

The cheers from the sidelines surged like a tide, but Jianhua's eyes never left his opponent.

He noticed that the corners of the other person's mouth were slightly raised, as if he was smiling.

Not right.

Sure enough, starting from the next ball, the opponent's rhythm suddenly accelerated, and each board was accompanied by fierce pressure. It was no longer a test, but a violent attack!

Jianhua saved three large-angle bursts in a row, and his arms were already numb.

In the fourth board, the opponent suddenly changed direction, and a strange ball went around the net post and went straight to Jianhua's forehand gap!
In a flash, Jianhua flew to save the ball almost by instinct, and his racket reached the ball at the last moment.

"despair!"

The ball brushed past the net, hit the opponent's table lightly, and then rolled weakly under the net.

4:4 The opponent scored a point.

Jianhua supported himself on his knees, and sweat dripped onto the blue flooring.

When he looked up, he saw his opponent slowly spinning the handle of his racket.

It turns out... he had been using the backhand position to lure me into a strong attack and drain my energy.

Jianhua suddenly laughed.

He pulled off his wrist guard and re-tied his shoelaces, his eyes burning like an unextinguished charcoal fire.

The air in the venue seemed to freeze, the audience held their breath, and only the crisp sound of the ping-pong ball bouncing on the table could be heard.

The opponent served. He flicked his wrist and hit a very hidden reverse spin serve straight to Jianhua's backhand triangle.

The ball turned inwards at the moment it landed on the table, and Jianhua was forced to turn sideways and barely use his backhand to pull up a high arc. The opponent's eyes flashed coldly, his body stretched out like a bow, and with a forehand rush, the ball hit Jianhua's table like a meteor!
"Snapped!"

Jianhua seemed to have anticipated this, and he suddenly took a step forward while retreating, and made a backhand "quick drive", using the force of the ball to bounce it back.

The ball was incredibly fast, heading straight for the opponent’s forehand corner!
"Oops--"

Jianhua stopped walking, and the friction between the soles of his shoes and the floor made a harsh sound.

He almost flew sideways with his arms stretched to the limit, just as the ball was about to hit the ground.

"Shh!"

The edge of the racket brushed against the bottom of the ball, and a streak of white light narrowly crossed the net.

The opponent obviously didn't expect that the ball could be recovered, and rushed forward to shoot.

The whole audience erupted in deafening cheers.

Jianhua staggered to his feet and saw that his opponent's expression finally changed. For the first time, there was a wavering look in those usually calm eyes.

Jianhua wiped the sweat from his brow and suddenly changed his serving posture.

He threw the ball high, and at the moment the ball fell, the racket face cut at a strange angle.

"Crack!"

The ball fell rapidly after passing the net, bounced lightly on the opponent's table, and then bounced back over the net! "Spin ball!" the commentator exclaimed.

The opponent rushed forward desperately, but his racket slipped the moment it touched the ball.

The ping-pong ball drew a sharp arc on the table. Even though Jianhua had predicted the direction of the ball, the ball with strong rotation still hit his table with a "bang", leaving a blurry white mark on the blue table.

The moment the ball bounces, the friction between the rubber and the air makes a sharp whistling sound.

Jianhua's slightly bent back suddenly straightened, and the knuckles of his fingers holding the red racket handle turned white due to the force.

His pupils suddenly contracted, reflecting the rapidly spinning ping-pong ball, and his whole body tensed up in an instant as if electrified.

The left foot suddenly took a half step back, the sneakers made a "squeaking" sound on the floor, and the right wrist joint turned inward at an incredible angle.

"Bang!" The first smash flew towards the opposite side with a sound of breaking through the air.

"boom!"

"boom!"

The table turned into a battlefield filled with smoke, and the white ball turned into a series of afterimages in the 2.74-meter-long space.

Fine beads of sweat oozed out of Jianhua's forehead, but he always maintained a half-squatting attacking posture; and his opponent on the opposite side also refused to give in, and every counterattack was accompanied by a sharp sound of wind.

The high-frequency collision sound of the rubber and the ball forms a unique rhythm in the gymnasium, like the sound of war drums when two armies are facing each other.

The 15.25 cm high net in the center of the table seemed like a boundary between Chu and Han. The two young men were separated by this white battlefield, and every swing of the racket was a contest of wills.

The students watching held their breath unconsciously, and could only hear the "bang bang" sound of the ping-pong ball hitting back and forth between the two rubber rackets, which became more and more urgent and louder, like the muffled thunder brewing before a midsummer thunderstorm.

Jianhua suddenly made a fake move, seemingly preparing for a powerful smash, but his wrist shook slightly at the moment of touching the ball, and the ping-pong ball drew a strange arc, brushing the edge of the net and flying into the opponent's backhand blind spot.

The opponent was caught off guard and his body tilted suddenly. His racket barely reached the ball, but he could only return a high and floating ball.

Jianhua's eyes flashed, he seized the opportunity and leaped up, swinging his arms like a whip.

"Snapped!"

With a powerful smash, the ping-pong ball hit the opponent's table like a cannonball, and then bounced quickly into the distance.

The opponent stumbled back, but it was too late to react, and the ball hit the edge of the racket and flew out of the court.

5:4
Jianhua leaned over slightly and gently tossed the ping-pong ball up with his left hand.

The yellow ball drew a beautiful arc under the light. He held the racket in his right hand and shook his wrist. The moment the racket and the ball touched, there was a crisp "pop" sound.

The ping-pong ball spun towards the opponent's table, drawing a strange arc on the table.

The opposing player quickly turned sideways, and was almost half a beat late, but still hit the ball onto Jianhua's table.

Jianhua had a sharp gaze and moved his feet quickly. At the moment the ball bounced, he twisted and pulled it with his backhand, and the ping-pong ball flew like an arrow straight into the opponent's backhand corner.

There was an exclamation from the audience.

The opponent stumbled back two steps, barely reaching the ball with his racket but returning it too high.

Jianhua seized the opportunity, took a step forward, gathered all his strength in his right arm, and delivered a powerful smash.

"boom!"

The ping-pong ball exploded on the opponent's table, leaving a white shadow.

The opponent obviously did not expect the speed of the ball. He swung his racket hastily to catch it, but only touched the edge of the ball.

The ping-pong ball drew a strange arc and bounced high.

"Good shot!" The teammates watching the game on the sidelines burst into cheers.

Jianhua wiped the sweat from his forehead and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

It was a beautiful shot, but the game was still going on. He quickly collected his thoughts and got into position to receive the serve again.

The other player took a deep breath and his eyes became sharp.

He gently tossed the ping-pong ball, and with a flick of his wrist the moment the ball fell, a serve with strong spin went straight to Jianhua's backhand.

Jianhua's eyes were sharp, and he instantly determined the direction of the rotation. He stepped aside and cut the ball at a clever angle. The ping-pong ball went over the net with a stronger spin and fell rapidly on the opponent's table.

The opponent was obviously caught off guard by this exquisite spin ball. He hurriedly stepped forward and hastily lifted the racket.

The ping-pong ball flew high, but lost control and drifted towards the net like a fallen leaf.

Jianhua's eyes gleamed and he started instantly.

He took a step forward and rushed to the front of the table, stretched out his right arm like a bow, and the moment the ball bounced.

"Snapped!"

A clean and sharp challenge on the stage!

The ping-pong ball hits the opponent's blind spot on the table like a bullet.

But the opponent player was not afraid and hit the ping-pong ball directly over with a bang.

Jianhua's eyes were filled with fighting spirit, his steps were as fast as the wind, and he had retreated to the middle of the table in a flash. He saw the ball spinning and suddenly turned his wrist.

"Shh!"

A strange side cut caused the ball to change its trajectory the moment it touched the racket, and it flew towards the opponent's forehand corner with a strong side spin.

The opponent obviously did not expect this change. He took a big step sideways in a hurry, and his racket barely reached the ball.

With a "swish" sound, the ping-pong ball rubbed violently on the rubber and bounced high.

Jianhua suddenly exerted force with his legs, and the whole person flew into the air like a cheetah. He stepped forward with his left leg into a lunge, and swung his right arm like a whip, smashing hard at the highest point.

"boom!"

The ball hit the opponent's table like a cannonball.

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

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