The big devil in table tennis

Chapter 1357 The Third Round Begins

The ping-pong ball left a white afterimage on the blue table and hit the corner of Jianhua's side with a "bang".

There was a gleam of light in the opponent's eyes. He noticed that Jianhua's wrist holding the racket was shaking slightly, which was a sign of fatigue after continuous strong attacks.

Afterwards, the opponent player suddenly changed his tactics and a seemingly normal shot had a strange side spin.

Jianhua's pupils suddenly shrank. The opponent's eyes were like a hawk before hunting. The moment the racket touched the ball, he realized his misjudgment and hurriedly stepped back to save the ball. The friction between the rubber and the ball made a sharp "squeaking" sound.

The cheers from the audience came and went, and he could hear the throbbing of his own temple.

The opponent took the opportunity to launch a series of attacks. He stretched the muscles of his left leg into a bow shape, and each shot was accompanied by a low roar from his dantian.

In the seventh round, he deliberately hit a high ball to lure Jianhua into a smash, but at the last moment he changed his grip and made a quick backhand drive!

The ping-pong ball rushed to the sideline like a silver snake, and Jianhua's diving action to save the ball drew an awkward arc in the air.

The other player felt cold sweat oozing out of his palms.

He saw Jianhua wipe his face with his jersey three seconds before serving. The lights on the gymnasium cast a dazzling spot of light on the surface of the ball, and he suddenly remembered the tennis ball.

This time he chose the safest backspin, and the ball almost touched the net when it passed through the net.

But Jianhua seemed to have predicted everything.

A textbook lob shot on the table, with the ping-pong ball drawing a rainbow-like trajectory.

The opponent's hasty return of the ball bounced high, and the audience erupted in exclamations like waves.

He felt the scorching heat from the friction between the soles of his shoes and the floor rubber, and he rushed towards the net like an arrow.

The opponent's player was still retreating, and his pupils reflected the figure of Jianhua leaping into the air. He pressed down heavily with the racket with a chopping force, and the edge of the racket frame made a teeth-grinding vibration as it rubbed against the ball.

The ping-pong ball turned into a blurred white line, leaving an oval sweat mark on the opponent's table.

In the silence of the whole audience, the ping-pong ball landed on Jianhua's side of the table for the third time.

The seemingly normal running ball turned strangely after touching the table, as if it was being pulled under the net by an invisible thread.

Jianhua hit his knee hard on the ground when he made the save, but he saw the ball suddenly accelerated when it was about to touch the net. It turned out that his opponent had secretly added a spin!

Amid the rustling sound of the rubber rubbing against the net, the ping-pong ball trembled on the net like a dying moth.

Jianhua's right hand, which was supporting the table, had bulging veins, and his left fingertips could just reach the handle of the racket.

When the ball finally fell unwillingly onto the opponent's table, he rolled over and swung the racket sideways, and the metal handle drew a silver trail like a meteor under the light.

"when!"

The edge of the racket hit the falling ping-pong ball, and the ball, which should have gone out of bounds, turned out to bend at an incredible right angle.

The moment the scoreboard showed 11:11, the other player's mouth curled up into an imperceptible arc.

He raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his brow, and tapped the edge of the table twice with his knuckles in a brisk rhythm, like some kind of silent provocation.

"boom--"

The serve was crisp and clean, and the ping-pong ball shot out like a bullet, but it slowed down strangely after passing the net, as if it was pulled by an invisible silk thread and sank gently.

Jianhua's pupils shrank. It was a short backspin! He instinctively stepped forward, flicked his wrist, and cut the ball diagonally, barely lifting it.

"boom!"

The opponent was waiting for this moment. He pressed forward like a cheetah, swung his arm violently, and a violent arc ball came whistling! The ping-pong ball made a sharp whistling sound in the air and hit Jianhua's backhand corner.

"Squeak--" Amid the sharp sound of rubber friction, Jianhua staggered sideways and barely blocked it with his backhand.

But just as the ball passed the net, the opponent had already approached the table like a ghost and shook his wrist.

It looks like he's going to rub it, but the moment he touches the ball, he changes it into a quick diagonal tear!
"Bang!" The ping-pong ball rushed towards the sideline like a silver snake. Jianhua tried his best to save the ball. His racket barely touched the ball, but the return ball flew high.

A cold light flashed in the opponent's eyes, and he jumped up like a spring, pulled his arms back to the limit, and made a thunderous smash!

"boom!"

The ping-pong ball hit the table like a cannonball and almost hit the ceiling when it bounced up.

Jianhua gritted his teeth and stepped back, looking up at the falling white shadow, tensing his arm muscles in an attempt to pull back.

"Shh!"

The whole audience was silent for a moment, and then broke into deafening cheers.

The opposing player exhaled slowly, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the handle of the racket, and sweat dripping down his chin.

He looked down at the table, where there was still a faint white mark left by the smash.

One more point would end this fierce battle.

He stood in front of the stage, his fingertips gently stroking the ping-pong ball, his eyes fixed on Jianhua like a hawk.

For this ball, he wanted to end the game in the most ruthless way possible.

"boom--"

The ball was played at an extremely fast speed, with a slight topspin, forcing Jianhua to retreat from the table to deal with it.

He barely managed to pull the ball back with his backhand, and the ball drew a hasty arc, but the landing point was not tricky enough.

"Snapped!"

The opponent showed no mercy, and rushed sideways, with a diagonal forward arc, straight to Jianhua's forehand corner! Jianhua gritted his teeth and moved sideways, barely blocking it back, but the ball was out of control and bounced high.

A hint of ruthlessness flashed in the opponent's eyes, and his body leaped up like a spring, pulling his arms back to the limit, preparing for a violent smash.

But just as he swung the racket, "Snap!" the ping-pong ball hit the net, bounced lightly, and changed its trajectory strangely.

The whole audience held their breath.

The opponent's pupils suddenly shrank, and his body was already in the air, with no time to adjust! He could only watch the ball pass by the edge of the racket, powerless to save the situation.

"despair."

The ping-pong ball landed lightly on his table, bounced a bit, and returned to Jianhua's table.

Jianhua took a deep breath and clenched the racket in his hand.

Sweat dripped down his forehead, but he didn't bother to wipe it off.

This ball was crucial, it was the match point and his only chance to turn the tables.

The noise in the audience seemed to have faded away, and the only thing left in his world was the ping-pong ball spinning on the table.

He bent his knees slightly, his eyes as sharp as a hawk, watching his opponent's every move.

The opponent's racket lightly lifted the ball, and it flew in an arc.

Jianhua seized the opportunity, tensed his arm muscles, and swung the racket hard. "Bang!" The ping-pong ball flew out like an arrow, with a sharp rotation, straight to the opponent's table, leaving a white mark on the corner.

However, the opponent was clearly prepared. He stepped sideways and blocked the ball with his racket at the last moment, saving the tricky ball.

The ball brushed the net and bounced lightly on the table on Jianhua's side, and was about to touch the table for the second time.

There was a burst of exclamations from the sidelines.

Jianhua was unusually calm. He took two steps back like lightning, his body almost parallel to the ground, his arms stretched to the limit, and at the moment when the ball was about to hit the ground, he lifted the ball up with a low-level dive.

The ball flew high over the net and fell towards the opponent's table with a strong backspin.

The opponent was not to be outdone, and quickly adjusted his position, flicked his wrist at the moment the ball bounced, and made a beautiful quick attack. The table tennis ball was like a beam of white light, heading straight for Jianhua's backhand blind spot.

The two players exchanged blows, the ball speed became faster and faster, the number of rounds continued to rise, and the wonderful offense and defense drew cheers from the audience.

Jianhua felt his arm was a little numb, but he clenched his teeth and kept his eyes fixed on the little white ball.

The opponent's counterattack was fast and fierce, the ball flew across the net like lightning and went straight to his forehand corner.

He took a big step forward and almost lost his balance, but at the critical moment he swung the racket sideways.

"Bang!" The ping-pong ball drew a strange arc and flew past the edge of the net.

The opponent obviously didn't expect the ball to suddenly change its direction. He tried to make amends in a hurry, but the ball had already hit the edge of the table and bounced out.

12:11
The whole audience burst into thunderous applause and cheers.

Jianhua clenched his fist and swung it hard, sweat dripping down his chin, but his eyes were brighter than ever.

He got this point!

He finally won this round!
Jianhua stood in front of the table, exhaled gently and adjusted his breathing rhythm.

The third game officially began and it was his turn to serve.

He held the ping-pong ball in the palm of his left hand, held the racket in his right hand, and stared calmly at his opponent.

He first habitually bounced the ball twice on the table, "tap, tap". The crisp sound of the impact was particularly clear in the quiet venue.

This subtle movement not only confirms the elasticity of the ball, but also gives yourself some final time to think.

What serving strategy will he use? Side spin? Back spin? Or a sudden fast break?
The opponent lowered his body slightly, staring closely at his movements, trying to predict his serving intentions.

Jianhua raised the corner of his mouth slightly, then shook his wrist and threw the ball high into the air.

At the moment the ball reached its highest point, his racket suddenly slammed down, and the movement seemed to be a backspin, but at the moment of touching the ball, his wrist flipped, and he hit an extremely concealed side spin serve!

The ping-pong ball spun strongly, drew a strange arc, and flew straight to the small triangle area on the opponent's table.

The opponent frowned, quickly took a step sideways, and tried to return the ball with his racket, but the ball's spin was far beyond his expectations and the return ball was slightly too high.

Jianhua had been ready for a long time. With a gleam in his eyes, he threw a violent loop ball without hesitation, and the ping-pong ball hit the opponent's table like a cannonball!

The opponent obviously did not expect Jianhua's attack to be so fierce, and could only barely turn sideways to save the ball in a hurry.

The moment the racket and the ball touched, there was a crisp "pop" sound, and the ping-pong ball bounced high, drawing a weak parabola.

Jianhua seized the opportunity, took a step forward, and put his body's center of gravity completely on his front foot.

When the ball fell to the right height, he swung his right arm like a whip and slammed the racket down at a nearly vertical angle. "Bang!"

This smash was as fast as lightning, and the ping-pong ball exploded on the opponent's table, leaving a white shadow and flying directly out of the table.

The opponent didn't even have time to react and could only watch the ball hit the backboard behind him with a dull "bang".

Deafening cheers instantly erupted from the sidelines.

Jianhua clenched his fists and raised his arms, and sweat flowed down his hair in a crystal arc.

He looked at the scoreboard and saw the score changed to 1:0. He scored the first goal.

Then Jianhua took a deep breath and threw the ball high up.

This time, he chose a seemingly ordinary side topspin serve, but the spin intensity was increased by 30% than usual.

The ping-pong ball flew towards the opponent's table in a strange arc, and suddenly changed its bouncing trajectory the moment it touched the table.

The opponent was obviously prepared. He leaned forward and shook his wrist slightly at the moment of receiving the ball. He took advantage of the opponent's force and returned a counter-pull ball with more rotation.

The ping-pong ball had a strong side spin and turned towards Jianhua's baseline as if it was cast by magic.

Jianhua's pupils shrank slightly, his feet moved quickly, and he found the best hitting point at the critical moment.

He suddenly exerted force from his waist, and his arm swung out like a spring, hitting a textbook ball, which was his killer move. The ball flew towards the opponent's table at an almost right angle with strong topspin and sidespin.

The next opponent used a fake move to deceive Jianhua's center of gravity, but Jianhua relied on his amazing core strength to twist his body and save the ball with a backhand.

The opponent obviously did not expect Jianhua to be able to save this tricky ball in such a passive situation, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

But his instinct as a professional player allowed him to adjust quickly. He took a step forward, flicked his wrist, and returned a short ball.

The ball brushed past the net, bounced lightly on the table, and was about to bounce up again.

Jianhua's pupils suddenly contracted.

In a flash, he pounced on the table like a cheetah, and the racket in his right hand drew an arc from the side of his body at an almost impossible angle.

At the moment when the ball was about to hit the ground, the edge of the racket just touched the bottom of the ball.

"Snapped!"

A beam of white light passed along the net, creating a strange curved line on the opponent's table.

The opponent took a deep breath and his eyes suddenly became sharp.

He touched the crack on the racket with his backhand, then sneered and threw the ball high into the air.

The ball came extremely fast, like a silver lightning that pierced Jianhua's backhand blind spot.

But Jianhua had predicted this, and he moved sideways like a ghost, with the racket drawing a semicircle in front of his chest, and he tore the incoming ball hard!

"boom!"

The ball hit the opponent's corner with a violent side turn. The opponent tried to block it, but the ball bounced high.

A cold light flashed in Jianhua's eyes, and all the strength in his body burst out instantly, and his right arm swung up like a whip.

"boom!"

This time, the opponent's play was slow.

The moment the ball was thrown up, Jianhua noticed an unnatural shake in his wrist.

The moment the ball passed the net, Jianhua's pupils suddenly shrank.

The ball seemed normal, but it suddenly changed direction after touching the table, as if pushed by an invisible hand, drawing a strange "S" shaped arc.

Jianhua's body moves faster than his mind.

He instinctively took a half step back and slashed the racket at a nearly vertical angle toward the bottom of the rotation.

"呲-"

The friction between the rubber and the ball made a harsh sound.

The ball just passed the net, lightly touched the opponent's table, and then bounced back strangely!
The opponent's pupils suddenly dilated, but his body was too late to react.

He watched the ball trace a path on the table that defied common sense of physics and bounce back to the net as if by magic.

"pat-"

The ping-pong ball landed gently on his half of the table and then playfully bounced back onto the net.

Deathly silence enveloped the entire place.

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