The big devil in table tennis

Chapter 1355 Who will win? Unknown!
Just as Jianhua thought so, the ping-pong ball fell to the ground with a bang.

The crisp impact sound was particularly harsh in the quiet gymnasium, like a loud slap in the face.

He stood there in a daze, his hand holding the racket unconsciously tightened, and his knuckles turned white from the force.

"Damn it." He cursed softly, his hair on his forehead was soaked with sweat and stuck to his eyebrows.

The referee announced the score over the loudspeaker: "8 to 7."

There was a burst of suppressed exclamations from the audience, and some people began to whisper to each other.

The opponent player is too cunning.

Just now, while Jianhua was distracted, the opponent suddenly changed the rhythm of his serve, and a seemingly ordinary slice strangely changed its trajectory after touching the net.

This psychological tactic was simply despicable. Jianhua clenched his teeth and felt his temples throbbing.

He bent down and picked up the ping-pong ball that had rolled to his feet. The small orange-yellow ball left a wet touch on the palm of his hand.

The spotlight on top of the venue stretched his shadow very long, casting it like a crack on the dark green table.

Take a deep breath, he told himself.

The coach's anxious voice could be heard faintly from the stands: "Hold on! Watch out for his backhand!"

This point caused the corners of the opponent's mouth to tilt slightly upwards.

That smile was fleeting, but it was as uncomfortable as the tongue of a poisonous snake.

Jianhua noticed that the opponent's little finger was raised unnaturally, which was a sign that he was about to serve a spin ball.

The opposing player then serves.

The opposing player tiptoed lightly in front of the table, like a feline ready to pounce.

The ping-pong ball spun in his palm, making a slight friction sound.

Jianhua took a defensive stance, his knees slightly bent, and could hear his own heartbeat as deafening as a drum.

The ball was thrown high into the air, drawing a silver arc under the spotlight, and flew towards him as if in slow motion.

Jianhua held his breath and stared at the spinning ball.

The opponent's wrist shook, and the ball made a slight "hiss" sound when it touched the racket. It was a backspin!

He quickly stepped back half a step, tilted the racket, and decisively pulled the ball back the moment it bounced.

The ball drew a sharp arc, brushing the net and flying towards the opponent's table.

The opposing player obviously didn't expect him to receive the ball so decisively. When he hastily returned the ball, the angle of the racket was slightly off, and the ball bounced high.

Jianhua's eyes flashed, and all the muscles in his body tensed instantly. He took a step forward, pulled his right arm back, and swung the racket like a sharp blade.

"Snapped!"

With a slam dunk, the ball hit the opponent's corner like a cannonball.

Seeing this shot, the whole audience was boiling.

At the same time, thunderous applause broke out, the coach waved his fist excitedly, and the opponent's player's face finally changed.

The opponent's pupils contracted slightly, and he looked down at his racket, as if confirming the force of the ball just now.

Jianhua exhaled slowly, and the corners of his mouth finally curled up slightly.

He reached out and wiped the sweat from his chin, and his eyes became sharp again.

Jianhua's fingers gently stroked the rubber of the racket, feeling the fine graininess on it.

The light from the stadium's ceiling cast a sharp shadow on the table, outlining his figure like a cheetah ready to pounce.

Jianhua suddenly stopped his forward momentum.

He noticed that his opponent's wrist had an unnatural shake when he was playing. It was a trap!
The ball changed its trajectory strangely on the second bounce and flew out of the table with a strong side turn.

At the critical moment, Jianhua changed the chop to a lift, and gently lifted the ball with the racket at a nearly vertical angle.

The ping-pong ball drew an exaggerated parabola, and the opponent's racket slammed onto the table.

The audience suddenly exploded with cheers, and some people started shouting "Great fight!"

Jianhua, however, closed his eyes abnormally and tapped his thigh rhythmically with the edge of the racket. This was a habit he developed when he was on the provincial team. He would use this method to regain his sense of rhythm every time a crucial point was reached.

Sweat trickled down his brow. As his eyelashes fluttered, he saw the other player spinning the ball crazily. Was he going to play a reverse spin?
Sure enough, the opponent's entire body was tilted exaggeratedly when he threw the ball.

But 0.1 second before the racket touched the ball, Jianhua suddenly caught the slight movement of the opponent's index finger on the back of the racket.

"It's a fake move!"

He turned sideways like lightning, and the racket tore a silver light in the air. With a tooth-grinding friction sound, the ping-pong ball flew around the net in an exaggerated arc and fell on the opponent's table!
The noise from the entire venue almost blew the roof off.

Jianhua stood there without moving, staring at the ping-pong ball that was still shaking slightly on the table.

The cheers of the audience in the venue rose one after another.

At the critical moment when everyone thought the outcome was decided, the opposing player showed amazing psychological quality.

He bent his waist slightly, his eyes sharp as an eagle, and caught the slightest flaw in my attack in a flash.

"Snapped!"

A beautiful diagonal return ball brushed the net and drew a strange arc at the corner of the table.

Jianhua hurriedly returned the ball, but it just brushed the edge and fell. The referee loudly announced: "8 to 8!"

This unexpected turn of events brought the entire stadium to a state of silence.

The other player suddenly raised his racket and let out a deafening "ohye!" that echoed throughout the gymnasium. He pumped his fist vigorously, and beads of sweat on his forehead glittered under the lights.

His coach on the sidelines jumped up excitedly and there was jubilation on the bench.

Jianhua took a deep breath and wiped the sweat from his palms.

The opponent has recovered three match points in a row and is in high spirits at the moment.

When he walked back to the teeing area, his steps were so light as if he was walking on springs.

I saw him bounce the ping-pong ball lightly on the table a few times, with a confident look in his eyes.

The audience couldn't help but hold their breath, waiting for this crucial serve.

The referee blew the whistle to signal the game to continue, and the opposing player threw the ball high into the air.

The ball was thrown into the air, drawing a silver arc.

His wrist jerked suddenly, and the racket hit the lower part of the ball at an extremely tricky angle.

The ping-pong ball spun strongly, brushed past the net, and fell rapidly on the table.

Jianhua's pupils shrank and he quickly determined the landing point. This was an extremely short side-spin serve, which would go directly into the net if he was not careful.

Jianhua pushed the ground with his right foot, leaned forward, and flicked his wrist at the moment the ball bounced, trying to hit it short. However, the moment the ball hit the racket, the force of rotation was far beyond expectations, and the return ball was slightly too high.

"Bang!" The opponent had already predicted it and attacked sideways without hesitation! A powerful forehand burst, the ball hit my backhand corner like a cannonball.

Jianhua gritted his teeth and took a step sideways, barely blocking the ball back, but the quality of the return ball was extremely poor and flew high onto the opponent's table.

The opponent roared, seized the opportunity and leaped up, making a fierce smash! The ping-pong ball hit the corner of Jianhua's table like a meteor.

"9:8!" The referee's voice exploded along with the boiling cheers of the entire stadium.

The opposing player swung his fist hard, roared to the sky, and his whole body was burning with momentum.

When he turned and walked towards the serving area, he even looked at Jianhua provocatively, as if declaring that the balance of victory had tilted towards him.

Jianhua clenched the racket so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

Sweat trickled down his cheeks, but his mind was unusually clear.

There is still a chance...We must break his serve!

Jianhua took a deep breath and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his jersey.

The lights in the arena were blindingly bright and hot, and the roar of the crowds was buzzing in his ears, but all he could hear was his own rapid heartbeat.

The opposing player threw the ball up, flicked his wrist, and sent a very fast reverse-spinning run ball.

The ping-pong ball hit Jianhua's forehand corner like lightning.

"I can't retreat!" Jianhua roared in his heart, took a big step with his left foot, his body almost parallel to the ground, and at the critical moment he used his backhand to tear the board hard!
"Snap!" The ball pierced through the air like a sharp arrow and hit the blind spot of the white line on the opponent's table.

The opponent player obviously did not expect this fight and his hasty return went into the net.

"9:9!" the referee's voice rang out.

The audience instantly erupted into deafening cheers.

Jianhua clenched his fists and growled, feeling that the blood in his body was burning.

His eyes were as fixed on his opponent's blind spot as those of a hawk, and his knuckles made a slight sandy sound as they rubbed against the rubber of the racket.

He suddenly threw up a light blue ball, which drew a meteor-like trajectory under the overhead light, but when it reached its highest point, the racket cut a strange side spin on the ball.

The moment the ball touched the table, it made a metallic vibration and like a stone skipping on water, it flew along the net line towards the opponent's backhand small triangle area.

The opponent's muscle memory was about to start, but he found that this seemingly regular short ball actually had a secondary acceleration that violated common sense of physics. The light smoke produced by the friction between the rubber and the ball dragged a snake-like trail in the air.

"It's Jianhua's original serve!" The commentator's voice suddenly broke. In the broadcast, the high-speed camera captured the 16 micro concave surfaces on the surface of the ball due to the special grinding process. These aerodynamic traps made the ball's trajectory seem to be repeatedly manipulated by an invisible hand.

The opponent's racket froze 0.3 centimeters away from the sphere. At this moment, the veteran's pupils reflected the ping-pong ball that turned at a right angle that defied common sense.

As the ball hit the ground along the sideline with a dull thud, the entire stadium suddenly became silent like the ebbing tide.

Jianhua tapped his left chest with the edge of the racket. Below the embroidered five-star red flag was China's latest nano-level racket coating technology.

He caught a glimpse of the other player's face changing slightly, and he made a meaningless bouncing motion before playing, which was a sign of a fluctuating mentality.

When the ping-pong ball rushed to the backhand baseline as expected, he had already stepped sideways and stretched his right arm like a full bow.

"Boom!" A textbook-like reverse loop cut through the air, and the ball jumped up strangely after touching the table and hit the opponent's chest hard.

"Jianhua took the lead for the first time! The entire stadium seemed to be on fire, and the sound waves almost blew off the roof. The opponent's players stood there in a daze, with their rackets hanging down limply.

Jianhua heard his coach yelling from the sidelines: "Stay focused!!" He nodded and tapped his palm lightly with the racket, feeling the subtle vibrations from the rubber particles.

Jianhua threw the ping-pong ball high up, and at the moment the ball fell to the same height as the net, his wrist swung out a seemingly normal but dangerous long side spin like a whip, and the ball strangely changed its flight trajectory after touching the net.

The opponent's player hurriedly returned the ball, and the quality was not high. Jianhua's eyes lit up, and he seized the opportunity to rush in and score!
10:9
Jianhua clenched his fists, growled, and sweat dripped down his brow.

The cheers from the audience came like a tide. He took a deep breath and wiped his chin with his collar.

The opposing player bent down and wiped the table, leaving a few sweat marks on the edge of the table with his fingertips.

The sound of the referee flipping the scoreboard was particularly clear in the brief silence.

Before serving, Jianhua caught a glimpse of the coach raising three fingers, which was the secret signal they agreed upon before the game.

He bent his knees slightly, spun the ball in his palm, and suddenly sent out an extremely short counter-spin shot.

The ping-pong ball bounced twice on the opponent's table. When the opponent tried to save the ball, the edge of the racket touched the ball and the white ball bounced high.

Jianhua took a half step back, and then he pulled the trigger like a fully drawn bow, delivering a textbook smash.

"Snapped!"

The game is not over yet!
The bright white lights in the stadium pierced the heavy air like a sharp sword, and the bright red numbers on the scoreboard were still jumping.

Beads of sweat rolled down Jianhua's forehead, reflecting a diamond-like light under the spotlight.

He made a backhand slam dunk, and the ping-pong ball turned into silver lightning that split the air. The strong wind caused by the high-speed rotation of the ball even lifted the scoreboard on the referee's seat.

"boom!"

There was a crisp sound as the rubber hit the table, and the opponent's pupils suddenly shrank.

The chopper from the East suddenly turned to attack, and the white ball scraped against the corner of the table, creating sparks. The audience was instantly filled with people, and the audience in the front row leaned back at the same time, as if the ball could break the sound barrier at any time.

"Bang bang bang!"

Three consecutive quick attacks on the table were like heavy rain and pear blossoms, and the ping-pong ball left an afterimage on the blue table that was difficult to see with the naked eye.

The opponent's racket made a harsh friction sound when he tried to save the ball, and the rubber sole rubbed against the air so hard that smoke floated up. The ball speed displayed on the electronic screen kept refreshing: 142km/h, 153km/h, 161km/h!

Jianhua suddenly moved sideways to make room, and the hem of his jersey was lifted up, revealing his taut abdominal muscles.

He changed to a straight-grip horizontal hit, and the ping-pong ball drew an S-shaped trajectory that violated common sense of physics. When it crossed the net, it suddenly fell, as if it was hit hard onto the table by an invisible hand.

The opponent's racket just touched the edge of the sphere, but the small ball, which was attracting the attention of millions of people, bounced vertically strangely and turned into a disappearing light spot under the ceiling light.

Jianhua's eyes were fixed on the ping-pong ball that bounced high like an eagle, and time seemed to be stretched at this moment.

His legs were slightly squatted, his muscles were tense like a fully drawn bowstring, and he was ready to go.

The cheers from the audience suddenly stopped. Everyone held their breath, staring at the ball that was about to fall.

It's now!

Jianhua suddenly pushed off the ground, leaped up like a cheetah, and the racket drew a sharp arc in the air.

His wrist shook subtly at the last moment, and the moment the racket touched the ball, the ball seemed to be given life and whizzed out with a strong spin!

"Shh-!"

The ping-pong ball flew across the net like a meteor, drawing a strange arc on the opponent's table, and then fell rapidly.

The opponent player gritted his teeth and tried to save the ball, his racket almost brushing the surface of the table as it swept across, but the ball strangely bounced to the side the moment it touched the racket, completely out of his control.

"Snapped!"

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