The big devil in table tennis

Chapter 1356: The Victory Will Be Determined Immediately

Jianhua's eyes focused, and his body moved sideways like a spring, and the racket drew a silver arc under the light.

"Snapped--!"

The ball was pulled back fiercely with a sharp counter-attack, and with a strong side spin it went straight into the opponent's backhand corner.

The opponent player staggered back and barely managed to lift the ball, but saw Jianhua had already stepped forward and chopped the ball down with his racket like a knife.

"boom!"

The ping-pong ball exploded on the opponent's table, leaving a white shadow. The opponent's eyes focused, and he quickly moved sideways to attack, with a violent loop ball hitting Jianhua's forehand corner!

The ball came whizzing like a cannonball, but Jianhua had predicted it and moved sideways in an instant with his steps as fast as the wind.

He flicked his wrist, and the racket cut out at an angle, using the force to hit the ball back at an even faster speed!

"Snapped--!"

The ping-pong ball flew past the net like silver lightning, leaving a sharp white line on the opponent's table.

The opponent barely turned around to save the ball, but because of his unstable center of gravity, his racket only touched the edge of the ball.

"Shh!"

The ball flew high, drew a weak arc, and finally fell into the net.

"11:9!" the referee announced loudly, and the whole audience was boiling again.

Jianhua clenched his fist and growled, his eyes showing more fighting spirit. In this point, he played decisively and cunningly, completely disrupting the opponent's rhythm.

On the sidelines, the coach nodded slightly with a hint of a smile on his face.

He knew that Jianhua's tactics were executed almost perfectly. He first controlled the landing point with his serve, then suppressed his opponent with quick changes, and finally ended it with a cold plate.

The game was still going on, but Jianhua was unstoppable at this moment.

The opponent's eyes darkened and the knuckles holding the racket turned slightly white.

He took a deep breath, adjusted his position, and stared at Jianhua's movements like a cheetah ready to pounce.

In the next ball, Jianhua sent a short side spin, and the ball fell rapidly just after it passed the net. However, the opponent was prepared, and he took a step forward and flicked the ball with his wrist.

"Shh!"

The ball drew a strange arc, passed through the net, and bounced lightly on the Jianhua table, almost without a second bounce!
"Tennis ball!" the audience exclaimed.

Jianhua reacted extremely quickly, his body leaned forward instantly, and his racket almost hit the table.

"Whoosh!"

The ball narrowly bounced over the net, but the opponent was already waiting near the table and seized the opportunity to slam dunk!
"boom--!"

The ball hit Jianhua's backhand corner like a meteor. He dived sideways and just barely reached the ball with his racket, but his return ball was too high.

The opponent was merciless and seized the opportunity to make another explosive charge!
"Snapped!"

The ball hit the corner of the table.

"11:10!" The referee's voice made the atmosphere suddenly tense.

The other player growled, swung his fist vigorously, and his eyes were as sharp as a knife.

In this point, he played fiercely and accurately, and snatched the ball from Jianhua's hands!
On the sidelines, the coach frowned and quickly wrote a few words on the tactical board.

At the same time, he slowly walked back to the serving position, wiped the sweat off his face with a towel, his eyes still calm.

The opponent's player gently stroked the ping-pong ball with his fingertips, and his sweat reflected tiny rays of light under the spotlight.

The whole place was silent and everyone held their breath.

He suddenly shook his wrist.

A fast ball went straight into the opponent's baseline, and the moment the ball exploded on the table, it bounced irregularly! The opponent's pupils suddenly shrank, and he could only barely cut a board in a hurry.

Right now! Jianhua flashed to the front of the stage like a ghost, and his entire right arm turned into a residual shadow.

"boom"

Overlord twists and pulls!

The ping-pong ball hit the opponent's table with terrifying rotation and speed, and it unexpectedly changed direction at a right angle the moment it touched the table!

"Snapped!"

Jianhua's eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, fixed on the white shadow flying towards him.

The racket seemed to come to life in his hands, drawing a silver arc as he moved sideways swiftly.

"Don't even think about it!" He roared in his heart, bending his knees to the extreme, and the soles of his shoes made a harsh sound as they rubbed against the floor.

Just as the tennis ball was about to hit the ground for the second time, his arm muscles suddenly tensed up and the racket was slanted out at an incredible angle.

There were exclamations one after another from the audience.

The commentator was so excited that his voice broke: "Incredible save! Jianhua player lost his balance, but he actually used a forehand slice to complete the return!" The tennis ball crossed the net with a strong backspin and drew a strange zigzag line in the opponent's half.

The coach at the top of the stands clenched his binoculars. He noticed the bulging veins on Jianhua's neck. This player, who was usually known for his calmness, was now burning with a rare desire to win.

At the other end of the court, the opponent's hair was soaked with sweat. He changed his grip in a panic, but stepped on his untied shoelaces when he stepped back.

There was a flash of panic in those azure eyes, and a fatal crack appeared in the originally perfect defensive formation.

Jianhua keenly captured the opponent's flaw and rushed to the net like an arrow.

His sneakers left two charred skid marks on the hard court, and the dust they kicked up formed a hazy halo in the sunlight.

The opponent's hastily returned high ball was still spinning in the air, but Jianhua had already soared into the air like a falcon with its wings spread, and the racket in his right hand turned into a sharp blade that split the air.

"It seems that the opponent has figured out Jianhua's ball movement!" The coach on the sidelines clenched his fists, with beads of sweat oozing from his forehead.

Across the table, the opposing player raised his lips with a confident smile.

He bent his knees and lowered his waist, turned the racket flexibly in his palm, and suddenly changed the angle of his grip.

The white ball drew a strange arc and spun sideways rapidly the moment it bounced off the table.

Jianhua's pupils shrank slightly. The familiar "bang bang" sound continued, but the rhythm had obviously changed. The original crisp impact sound was mixed with dull friction sounds.

When his backhand rubber rubbed against the ball, he could clearly feel a stronger vibration than usual.

In the thirteenth round, the opponent deliberately fed the ball to his backhand, and the small ball seemed to be under a spell and turned strangely to the right after touching the table.

Jianhua used his wrist guard to wipe away the sweat beads on his chin, and his fingertips unconsciously stroked the anti-slip tape on the handle of the racket that was soaked with sweat.

The sound waves from the audience came and went. He saw his opponent gently hitting his thigh with the racket face, and the friction between the sole of his shoe and the floor made a "hissing" sound like a snake's tongue. In the 29th shot, the opponent suddenly served a rare reverse spin serve.

The ping-pong ball rubbed lightly against the net and flew over the net like a hesitant white butterfly.

As Jianhua rushed forward, he heard the sharp "squeak" of his sneakers as they braked suddenly, as if it was some kind of warning. When the racket touched the ball, his heart sank suddenly. The intensity of this rotation was three points more intense than any simulated data encountered during training.

The opposing player rushed to the front of the stage, and his racket drew a silver arc under the light.

The reaction was astonishingly fast. Almost the moment the ball touched the table, he slammed it with his backhand. The orange ball whizzed in like a cannonball and exploded on the blue rubber surface with three crisp sounds - "Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Every sound seemed to hit the audience's tense nerves.

Beads of sweat flew along Jianhua's hair in a parabolic trajectory. He clenched his teeth and bent his body to the lowest position. The racket intercepted the smash at the last centimeter, and his wrist joint made a slight creaking sound due to the excessive force.

The air in the entire stadium froze. Everyone knew that this might be the last shot of the match. No one wanted to leave this sweat-soaked battlefield with the regret of "if only I had tried again at that time".

Jianhua shook his wrist, and the racket drew a sharp arc. The ping-pong ball flew across the net like a meteor, and headed straight for the opponent's corner with a strong spin.

The opponent's eyes flashed, and he moved his feet quickly. At the moment when the ball was about to hit the ground, he made a flying leap, and his racket narrowly brushed the bottom of the ball.

"Snapped!"

The ball bounced high, drew a strange curve in the air, and was about to fly out of bounds.

There was a burst of exclamations from the audience, but Jianhua stared at the trajectory of the ball. Suddenly, he rushed forward, and at the moment when the ball was about to hit the ground, he made a backhand "bottom-of-the-sea scoop" and the ball hit the edge of the table and bounced hard!

The opposing player realized that he had lost his balance and stumbled to save the ball.

Fortunately, he was rescued successfully.

He swung the ping-pong ball in his hand hard and hit Jianhua's table.

Jianhua predicted the opponent's return route, and the moment the ball bounced, he suddenly rushed sideways!
The ball flew through the air like lightning, with a strong spin heading straight into the opponent's backhand corner.

The opponent player barely took a step forward and blocked the ball hastily with his racket.

"Snapped!"

As the game continued, Jianhua and the opposing player engaged in a more intense tug-of-war.

At both ends of the table, the two figures were as fast as lightning, and the silver ball drew sharp arcs across the net.

"Bang!" With a fierce twist and pull, the ball with a strong side spin went straight to Jianhua's forehand corner.

Jianhua reacted very quickly, his feet crossed quickly into position, and with a flick of his wrist, he responded with a counter-attack.

The ball hit the net and fell rapidly on the opponent's table!
The opposing player was not willing to be outdone and made a flying save, lifting the ball high before it was about to touch the table for the second time.

Seeing this, Jianhua immediately attacked, jumped into the air, and made a powerful forehand slam dunk.

"Bang!" The ball hit the opponent's table like a cannonball and bounced straight up. The opponent's racket just touched the edge of the ball but failed to change direction.

The commentator shouted excitedly, "This match was absolutely wonderful! Both sides staged super-high-speed attacks many times, and Jianhua was better at handling key points!"

In the audience stands, the red formation of Chinese fans burst into deafening cheers.

The opposing player wiped his sweat and looked at the scoreboard with sharper eyes.

The air in the venue seemed to freeze, leaving only the crisp sound of the ping-pong ball exploding on the table.

"Bang!" The opponent's counter-spin serve was like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue. Jianhua's racket trembled slightly when he made a short swing. It was a chance ball!

The opponent's eyes sparkled, and his whole body leaned back like a full bow, and a signature "Bawang twist" with a sharp sound shot directly into Jianhua's backhand corner. The moment the ball exploded on the table, someone in the audience screamed.

Jianhua seemed to have expected this. He pushed the ground with his left foot, and the rubber sole of his sneakers rubbed against the floor, making a sharp sound. His body flew out almost parallel to the ground. His backhand suddenly changed direction at the moment of contact with the ball, and the silver ball drew a strange "S"-shaped trajectory, just barely brushing the net!

"Wow--" Amidst a boiling sound, the opponent's racket poked the ball at the critical moment, but the return ball staggered towards the net like a drunkard.

Time is infinitely stretched at this moment.

Jianhua looked at the spinning ball and suddenly remembered the early morning a few years ago when his coach used a stopwatch to time him practicing diving to save the ball.

His body moved before his mind. While he supported himself on the ground with his right hand, he swung the racket in his left hand from bottom to top like a samurai sword!
The moment the edge of the racket touched the ball, it finally rolled gently onto the opponent's table.

The shoulder immediately hit back. Neither of them gave in.

Of course, the last ball, the ping-pong ball hit Jianhua's table directly with a bang, and Jianhua started playing again when he saw this.

"boom!"

The opponent's violent loop ball hit the table like a cannonball, and the silver ball bounced up with an afterimage under the incandescent light.

Jianhua's pupils suddenly shrank, this ball actually hit a gray area!

"Brush off!" The referee's whistle and the audience's exclamation rang out at the same time. According to the rules, the ball was tied, but Jianhua's muscle memory was faster than his brain's judgment, and his body had already reflexively swung the racket to intercept Fang.

"Snapped!"

The crisp sound of the racket hitting the ball made the entire venue silent for a moment. The ball that had already scored was pulled back by Jianhua, but somehow it hit the edge again, leaving an incredible fold line on the opponent's table.

The opposing player's racket froze in mid-air, and he watched the "resurrected" ball roll to the ground.

The electronic scoreboard froze at the moment of 11:10, and the slow-motion replay on the big screen showed that Jianhua's return ball also touched the blue paint surface on the edge of the table, which was less than 1 mm thick.

"Double touch!" The referee raised his hands in a rare move. "According to the new rules of the International Table Tennis Federation, this situation requires a rematch!"

A tsunami-like roar erupted from the stands.

The other player smiled bitterly, shook his head, and tapped his forehead lightly with his racket.

Jianhua maintained the same posture after hitting the ball, with sweat dripping down his chin onto the Chinese red rubber surface of the "Double Happiness" table, leaving a small dark mark.

The live commentator was so excited that he was incoherent: "A double-edge shot that only happens once in a century! This ball will go down in the history of table tennis! Now both sides have to replay this point, but the psychological balance is obviously already..."

Jianhua suddenly raised his hand to signal a timeout, and walked to the sidelines in front of the stunned eyes of the audience. When he picked up the towel, the close-up camera showed that he was staring at his slightly trembling left wrist, where three pain-relieving plasters were stuck.

The other player silently unscrewed the bottle of mineral water, and the water flowed over the back of his hand where veins were bulging.

When the two players returned to the two ends of the table, the clock showed that the match had lasted for 1 hour and 47 minutes.

Next, when serving again, the opposing player took a deep breath and tapped the ping-pong ball lightly three times on the table.

The timer on the large circular screen at the top of the venue began to tick, and the audience held their breath at the same time.

"Ta, ta."

The opponent's habitual rhythm before serving was suddenly interrupted. His action of bending down to tie his shoelaces made the referee frown, but Jianhua noticed that the opponent's right little finger was trembling slightly - a sign of physical exhaustion.

"Shh!"

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