The big devil in table tennis

After a short pause, the cheers in the venue gradually died down and the air seemed to freeze.

The opposing player stood in front of the table, with his left hand palm facing up, and gently weighed the small orange ball.

His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, looking straight ahead, his gaze penetrating the net and firmly locked on Jianhua on the opposite side.

He was seen leaning forward slightly with his knees bent in a standard ready position. His white sportswear stood out under the light.

With a deep breath, he let the racket in his right hand hang naturally, and suddenly threw the ping-pong ball high up with his left hand. The small ball spun straight towards the ceiling, drawing a shining arc under the illumination of the ceiling light.

At the moment the ball reached its highest point, his body suddenly released like a spring compressed to the extreme, and his whole body leaned forward at an angle of almost 45 degrees to the ground.

The racket made a "whoosh" sound in the air, and with a deft flick of the wrist, the ball flew over the net at an astonishing speed.

The ball with strong sidespin drew a strange arc on the table and went straight to Jianhua's backhand blind spot.

There was a sudden burst of suppressed exclamations from the audience, and everyone held their breath, waiting to see how Jianhua would resolve this tricky serve.

Jianhua's eyes focused, and he quickly moved half a step sideways. He turned the racket slightly in his hand, and gently flicked the ball back with his backhand, returning it steadily.

The ping-pong ball drew a low arc and landed accurately near the net of the opponent's table, just brushing the edge.

The opposing player obviously didn't expect Jianhua to be able to resolve the serve so easily. He quickly stepped forward, hastily flicked his wrist and barely saved the ball.

But the quality of the return ball was not high and it bounced high, giving Jianhua an excellent opportunity to counterattack.

Jianhua seized the opportunity, pressed his body forward like a cheetah, pulled his arms back, and the racket flashed a silver light under the light. "Snap!" With a fierce forehand smash, the ball hit the opponent's table like a bullet.

"Good shot!" Cheers broke out from the sidelines.

The opposing player stood there and shook his head helplessly, while Jianhua clenched his fists and looked down at the opponent with a firm gaze.

The ball then drew a strange arc in the air and headed straight for the opponent's backhand corner.

The opponent player reacted very quickly, stepped sideways, and made a quick backhand shot, and the ball hit Jianhua's forehand corner like a sharp arrow.

Jianhua had predicted this and his steps were as smooth as flowing water. He quickly got to the position after a cross step, stretched his arms, and hit a strong topspin loop with his forehand.

The ball rotated strongly, and after crossing the net, it fell rapidly, bounced on the opponent's table, and then turned outward in an exaggerated arc.

The opponent barely reached the ball, but the return ball flew high and became Jianhua's meal.

The audience on the sidelines held their breath and watched as Jianhua's eyes flashed and his body soared into the air, his whole body filled with strength like a drawn bowstring.

"Bang!" With a powerful burst, the ball hit the opponent's table like a meteor.

It was a close call, I almost lost to Jianhua again.

At the critical moment, he hit the ping-pong ball onto Jianhua's table.

Jianhua reacted very quickly, sliding sideways, and the racket drew a silver arc in the air.

Just as the ball was about to brush the corner of the table, he shook his wrist violently, and the friction between the rubber and the ball surface made a harsh "hissing" sound.

The audience burst into exclamations.

I saw that the spinning ping-pong ball changed its trajectory strangely, as if it was being pulled by an invisible thread.

"Bang!" A loud noise exploded in the stadium, and the opponent's player's fierce smash hit Jianhua's table like a cannonball.

The white ping-pong ball left a shadow on the rubber surface and headed straight for Jianhua's backhand corner at a tricky angle.

This sudden attack made Jianhua's pupils shrink suddenly, his wrist holding the racket subconsciously tensed, and he almost bounced off the chair.

There was a burst of exclamations from the audience, and the commentator's voice suddenly rose: "Beautiful! This backhand slash was quite sudden!"

But at the critical moment, Jianhua's body reacted before his consciousness.

I saw him suddenly take a half step back with his left foot. The rubber sole of his sneakers rubbed against the floor, making a harsh "squeaking" sound, and his right hand holding the racket drew a strange arc like a snake.

"Good shot!" The coach clenched his fists on the sidelines.

Even though he almost lost his balance, he managed to save the ball with a scoop.

The ping-pong ball flew past the net, leaving a strange "S"-shaped trajectory on the opponent's table.

The opposing player obviously didn't expect that the ball could be recovered.

After thinking for a few seconds, he hit the ping-pong ball in his hand directly onto Jianhua's table with a bang.

The opposing player stared at Jianhua's slightly squatting defensive posture, rubbing the touch of the rubber particles with his fingertips.

"Bang!" The white ball flew onto Jianhua's table like a miniature cannonball, brushing against the net.

Jianhua's reaction was astonishingly fast. He saved the ball with a backhand slice, and the spinning ball drew a strange S-shaped arc under the light.

The opponent player caught the slightly high arc of his return ball, leaped into the air, and pressed down hard with the racket in a chopping posture.

"Bang!" The smash made the table shake, and the small plastic ball exploded in the opponent's area and bounced up again.

"Bang, bang, bang--" The crisp sound of table tennis echoed in the playing field, and the white ball drew graceful arcs on the blue table.

Jianhua and his opponent were fighting fiercely, and beads of sweat appeared on both of their foreheads.

Jianhua made a beautiful slice and the ball flew towards the opponent with a strange spin.

The opponent's eyes flashed, and he suddenly seized the opportunity and smashed the ball swiftly. The ping-pong ball shot straight towards Jianhua's table like a bullet.

"boom!"

Jianhua tried to move sideways, but was ultimately a step too slow, and the ball hit the corner of the table and flew out.

"3:3!"

The audience on the sidelines burst into exclamations, some applauded, some shook their heads, and this game had entered a white-hot stage.

Jianhua took a deep breath and wiped the sweat from his chin, but his eyes became sharper.

He knew that the real battle had just begun.

Next, the opponent served the ball. At first, the opponent raised the corner of his mouth slightly, gently stroked the ping-pong ball with his fingertips, and there was a hint of provocation in his eyes.

Then he slowly threw the ball up and "Swish!" a tricky side-spin serve went straight to the corner of Jianhua's table!

The air seemed to freeze at this moment, and everyone's eyes were focused on the small ball spinning at high speed...

"Snapped!"

The ball bounced on the table, creating a white light, and Jianhua hurriedly hit it back!

The opponent obviously didn't expect the ball to be rescued, and he hit it quickly, leaving Jianhua no chance.

There was a burst of warm applause from the audience, and the competition became more and more exciting.

Jianhua wiped the sweat off his face and adjusted his breathing rhythm.

The opposing player walked up to the table, pulled a ping-pong ball from his pocket, and spun it gently in his hands.

The entire venue suddenly fell silent, and everyone waited with bated breath for the next exciting round to begin.

"Whoosh-"

A beautiful backspin serve cut through the air, and a new contest began again. "Shua!"

The ping-pong ball spun sideways and drew a strange arc, heading straight for the corner of Jianhua's table. The air seemed to freeze at this moment, and the only sounds in the stadium were the slight sound of the racket rubbing against the air and the audience holding their breath.

Jianhua's pupils suddenly contracted and all the muscles in his body tensed up instantly.

Years of training have made his body react faster than his mind. He suddenly took a half step back with his right foot, lowered his body's center of gravity, and slightly bent his right wrist holding the racket inward, accurately cutting to the lower side of the ball the moment it bounced.

"Snapped!"

The moment the racket touched the ball, Jianhua could clearly feel the strong rotation.

His wrist was like the most sophisticated instrument, adjusting the angle of the racket face and deftly neutralizing the rotation imposed by his opponent.

The ping-pong ball drew a low arc, passed through the net, and bounced lightly on the opponent's table.

"Good shot!" The spectators on the sidelines couldn't help but cheer.

The opponent obviously didn't expect that this tricky serve would be returned so perfectly. There was a hint of surprise in his eyes, but the instinct of a professional player made him quickly adjust his position.

He leaned forward, swung his right arm like a whip, and hit a fierce forward loop ball straight to Jianhua's backhand.

Jianhua was well prepared. He moved sideways quickly, with his body almost parallel to the ground, and completed a backhand quick drive at the extreme position.

The ball flew back to the opponent's table like lightning, landed near the sideline, and bounced along the white line.

"Beautiful!" The coach clenched his fists on the sidelines.

The score is 4:3, with the opponent taking the lead.

Sweat slid down Jianhua's cheeks, dripped onto the blue table, and was instantly absorbed.

He could feel his heart beating like a drum, but his mind was unusually clear.

This is the most fascinating moment of the game. When the body is exhausted to the limit, the mind enters a transcendent state and every movement is visible as if in slow motion.

The opponent serves again, this time choosing short backspin.

Jianhua keenly judged the direction of rotation, quickly stepped forward with his right foot, and flicked the ball with his wrist, returning it to the opponent's near the net.

The opponent was forced to move forward and hit the ball. Jianhua seized the opportunity and made a powerful forehand burst. The ball hit the opponent's table like a cannonball, bounced up and flew directly out of the baffle.

"4:4!" The referee's voice echoed in the stadium.

The scoreboard on the sidelines flashed dazzling numbers, and the game entered the most critical stage.

Jianhua wiped the sweat from his face with a towel and took a deep breath.

He could sense that his opponent was also beginning to tire, his breathing became heavier, and his movement speed slowed down significantly. This was exactly the opportunity he had been waiting for.

"Change serve!" the referee signaled.

Jianhua stood on the left side of the table and gently spun the ping-pong ball in his palm.

He deliberately slowed down his movements, both to adjust his breathing rhythm and to put psychological pressure on his opponent.

When the opponent's attention was slightly distracted, he suddenly threw the ball and made a quick long run straight to the opponent's baseline.

The opponent retreated hastily and barely managed to block the ball back.

Jianhua was already ready to go. He jumped up like a spring and hit a perfect forehand loop ball with strong topspin, drawing a beautiful arc on the opponent's table.

The opponent's face became solemn. He walked to the sidelines and drank some water, with a hint of anxiety in his eyes.

Jianhua noticed this detail and was secretly delighted. This was exactly the effect he wanted.

In competitions between top players, the technical gap is often minimal, and fluctuations in psychological state are the key to determining victory or defeat.

As the game continued, the opponent obviously adjusted his strategy and began to frequently use high toss serves combined with strong spins in an attempt to disrupt Jianhua's rhythm.

But at this moment Jianhua has completely entered the state. His predictions are amazingly accurate, and every return ball seems to have been carefully calculated.

The opponent's mistakes began to increase, and a simple ball on the table went straight into the net. Jianhua knew that this was a sign that the opponent's psychological defenses were beginning to collapse.

"Timeout!" The opponent's coach called a technical timeout.

Jianhua walked back to his rest area and the coach handed him a water bottle and a towel.

"Keep the current pace." The coach whispered, "You have disrupted his position. Don't give him a chance to adjust."

The short pause ended and the game resumed.

The opponent's eyes became fierce, and he obviously received guidance from the coach during the timeout. His serve became more varied and his attack became more fierce.

The opponent continuously attacked Jianhua's backhand, but Jianhua blocked the ball with perfect defense.

After more than twenty rounds, the opponent finally couldn't hold back and tried to end the point with a super ball, but the ball hit the net hard and bounced back to his own half.

Jianhua felt that victory was within reach, but he forced himself to remain calm.

In table tennis, a three-point advantage can be fleeting at a crucial moment.

The opponent obviously realized the seriousness of the situation, and his eyes revealed his determination to fight to the death.

In the next serve, he used his trump card, a very fast reverse spin serve, and the ball suddenly changed direction after passing the net.

Jianhua almost made a misjudgment and barely lifted the ball with his backhand at the last moment.

The ball flew high to the opponent's table, giving the opponent an excellent attacking opportunity.

The opponent did not hesitate and dunked the ball, which went straight to Jianhua's body like lightning.

Jianhua instinctively dodged sideways and swung his racket subconsciously.

A miracle happened. The racket actually touched the ball, and the return ball somehow hit the net and landed on the opponent's table. The opponent had no time to react at all.

The whole place was boiling.

Jianhua himself looked at the racket in disbelief, then nodded to his opponent.

This lucky ball seemed to completely crush the opponent's fighting spirit, and the next two balls were difficult to hit.

The opponent's breathing became noticeably rapid, and a hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes.

He wiped the sweat off his face mechanically, but his grip on the racket was not as firm as before.

It was Jianhua's turn to serve. He took a deep breath, tossed the ball, and swung his racket. The shot was not tricky, but his opponent was half a beat slower and the return ball went straight into the net. The audience cheered, and someone shouted, "Jianhua! Steady!"

In the next few balls, the opponent made frequent mistakes.

Jianhua became more and more relaxed as the game went on, and even boldly tried a backhand diagonal shot.

The opponent's coach was anxiously gesticulating tactics on the sidelines, but it seemed that nothing could help.

Then the opponent made a high-pressure smash, Jianhua jumped up and blocked the ball, but the opponent's steps were messy and he stumbled and the ball went out of bounds.

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