The big devil in table tennis

Chapter 1362 The Last Moment is Coming

A crisp "bang" sound echoed in the table tennis hall. The opposing player seized the opportunity when Jianhua returned the ball slightly higher, pushed off the ground and turned his waist, and chopped the racket from top to bottom with the force of thunder, smashing the small white ball hard into the corner of the table on Jianhua's side.

The crisp sound of the rubber hitting the table has not yet dissipated, and the scoreboard has already "clicked" and flipped.

The bright red numbers 10:10 jumped on the electronic screen, and Jianhua, which was originally leading by two points, was tied again.

The audience suddenly erupted in sounds of exclamations and cheers, and some fans even jumped up from their plastic chairs with excitement.

The referee wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his white-gloved hand and signaled that the game should continue.

The opposing player was wiping the handle of his racket with the hem of his jersey. Under his sweaty bangs, his narrow eyes flashed with the gleam of a hunter.

As he walked towards the teeing area on the left side of the table, the soles of his shoes rubbed against the plastic floor, making a squeaking sound. When he leaned over, the protruding vertebrae at the back of his neck looked like a bowstring ready to be released.

The ceiling lights of the venue cast a dazzling reflection on the DHS three-star ball in his hand. When the small ball was thrown high up, even the air seemed to freeze. This would be the key serve that would decide the match point.

Jianhua took a deep breath, bent his knees slightly, and fixed his eyes on the ball in the opponent's hand.

His racket swayed gently, like a cheetah ready to pounce on its prey at any time.

The opponent player threw the ball high up, and at the moment the ball fell, his wrist shook violently, and the ball drew a strange arc like lightning and went straight to Jianhua's backhand. This was a serve with strong sidespin!

The audience fell silent instantly, and everyone's eyes were focused on the rapidly spinning ball.

Jianhua's pupils shrank slightly and he moved sideways quickly. The moment the ball bounced, he twisted his wrist and sent the racket towards it at a perfect angle.

"Snapped!"

The ball was hit back steadily, but the opponent was prepared. He took a step forward and launched another fierce attack.

Jianhua reacted very quickly, stepped back half a step, and made a quick backhand shot, with the ball brushing the edge of the net and flying towards the opponent's table.

The opponent obviously didn't expect Jianhua to be able to return so tricky, and could only barely lift the ball up in a hurry.

The opportunity has come! Jianhua's eyes flashed, and he adjusted his position instantly and rushed forward with a forehand.

"boom!"

The ball hit the opponent's corner like a cannonball and then bounced out.

"11:10! Jianhua is leading!" the referee announced loudly.

The audience was instantly boiling with applause and cheers coming like a tide.

Jianhua clenched his fists and growled, his eyes burning with the flame of victory.

But the game was not over yet, he quickly calmed his breathing, got into position again, and prepared for the next ball.

On the contrary, the opponent's expression was somewhat solemn.

Jianhua noticed the change in the opponent's expression and immediately took advantage of the opportunity to hit the ping-pong ball in his hand directly over with a bang.

Of course, the opposing players are now starting to calm down and waiting for Jianhua to serve.

Jianhua served the ball quickly and sharply, and the ping-pong ball flew across the net like a flash of white lightning.

The opponent's eyes focused, and he suddenly stepped back when the ball was about to touch the table. The racket drew a sharp arc in the air. It was actually a beautiful fake move!

The audience erupted in exclamations.

The ball was lightly lifted at the moment it touched the racket, and the originally fierce attack suddenly turned into a light lob, which just brushed the net and fell.

Jianhua was caught off guard, the soles of his shoes made a harsh sound on the rubber floor, and he leaped forward.

His racket just barely caught the ball thirty centimeters from the ground, and his wrist suddenly twisted strangely.

"It's a serpentine!" the commentator's voice broke with excitement.

The ping-pong ball, spinning in a strange arc, suddenly exploded in a zigzag trajectory when it touched the opponent's table, and rushed to the sideline like a silver snake. The opponent's pupils suddenly contracted, and the backhand slice action was only halfway done.
Bang! The ping-pong ball left a white mark on the corner, and the crisp sound of the ball falling on the table echoed in the suddenly silent venue.

At this moment, beads of sweat dripped down Jianhua's hair onto his brow bone.

He looked at the opponent's suddenly loosened fist and slightly trembling racket, and suddenly realized that this seemingly passive defensive counterattack was actually a trap carefully set by the opponent.

Now, the opposing player took a deep breath and his eyes became sharp again.

He gently tossed the ping-pong ball, and the racket shook violently the moment it touched the ball.

The ping-pong ball flew towards Jianhua's backhand with a strange spin, and bounced back quickly after landing on the table, as if pulled back by an invisible force.

Jianhua's heart tightened, his wrist sank subconsciously, and his racket cut the ball diagonally, barely saving the ball.

However, the opponent had already predicted the route of his return ball, and moved sideways like a cheetah, and hit him with a violent loop ball!

The ping-pong ball drew an exaggerated arc, with a strong topspin heading straight for Jianhua's forehand corner.

"Oh no!" Jianhua turned quickly and almost lost his balance, but he still swung the racket with all his might, bang!
The ball almost hit the edge of the racket and flew out of bounds.

But he was hit back again with his amazing reaction speed.

There was a crisp "pop" sound when the racket collided with the ball, and the white ball flew towards the opponent's half, spinning rapidly as if it was cast by magic.

Jianhua bent his knees slightly, staring closely at his opponent's every subtle movement with sharp eyes.

Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, glistening under the bright lights of the training hall.

The opponent player was not to be outdone. He slid sideways and hit the ball back with his racket at a tricky angle.

"Bang Bang Bang"

The ping-pong ball bounced back and forth on the blue table, the rhythm getting faster and faster, like a passionate march.

The friction between sneakers and the plastic floor made a harsh sound, mixed with the exclamations from the audience.

Jianhua suddenly took a step forward, shook his wrist lightly, and hit a beautiful loop ball.

The ping-pong ball spins strongly, drawing a beautiful parabola in the air.

On both sides of the table, the two players cast long shadows under the lights, and each of their swings was a perfect combination of strength and beauty.

Sweat fell along Jianhua's hair, drawing crystal arcs in the air.

The entire venue seemed to be filled with the sound of the little white ball bouncing:

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The ping-pong ball was spinning rapidly on the table. Jianhua keenly noticed the rotation trajectory of the opponent's return ball. He quickly adjusted his pace, leaned forward slightly, exerted force on his wrist, and made a fierce backhand shot. The ball hit the opponent's corner of the table like lightning!

"Snap!" The opposing player reacted extremely quickly, took a step sideways, and cut the ball diagonally with the racket, slicing it back at a very low angle.

The ball brushed past the net, rubbed lightly on the net belt, and then fell rapidly.

"Danger!" The hearts of the audience on the sidelines were suddenly hanging in the air.

But Jianhua was not at all flustered. He rushed forward, pushed the ground with his right leg, and almost stuck his body to the table. At the moment the ball was about to hit the ground, he shook his wrist and lightly lifted the racket.

"Swoosh!" The ping-pong ball drew a strange arc and bounced along the edge of the table. The opponent was caught off guard and almost hit it back with his racket but missed! "Good shot!" Warm applause and cheers broke out from the sidelines.

Jianhua clenched his fists and shouted to encourage himself. His breathing was a little rapid, but his eyes were still as sharp as an eagle, watching every subtle movement of his opponent.

The opposing player took a deep breath, adjusted his stance, and his eyes became more determined to fight.

The referee signaled to continue.

"bang bang bang"

The ping-pong ball flies back and forth on the table, getting faster and faster, and the rounds become more and more intense.

Jianhua and his opponent moved quickly on both sides of the table. The squeaking sound of the soles of their shoes rubbing against the floor rubber, the crisp impact of the rackets hitting the ball, and the exclamations from the audience intertwined into a tense and exciting competitive symphony.

"Bang!" With a powerful forehand burst, the ping-pong ball hit the opponent's table like a cannonball and bounced high.

Jianhua took advantage of the victory and pursued the opponent, his steps moving as lightly as a butterfly through flowers, ready to deliver a fatal blow.

However, the opponent used his trump card at this critical moment. His wrist shook strangely, and the racket suddenly lost force at the moment of contact with the ball. The attacking ball that was supposed to come whizzing in turned into a short swing as light as a feather!

"Oh no!" Jianhua's heart tightened. He rushed forward with such force that he fell to the front of the stage. The audience instantly fell silent, and everyone held their breath.

In a flash, Jianhua demonstrated the adaptability of a world-class athlete.

He stretched out his right hand holding the racket, slid his left leg onto his knees, and narrowly caught the ball when the racket was only ten centimeters from the ground.

This incredible saving action made the ping-pong ball draw a strange rainbow arc.

“Wow——” The whole audience burst into exclamation.

The opponent obviously did not expect that the ball could be recovered, and the hasty return was of low quality.

Jianhua seized the opportunity and stood up quickly, making a textbook backhand quick drive, and the ping-pong ball hit the opponent like silver lightning.

On the other side of the table, the opponent stumbled back, his racket barely touching the ball but unable to control it.

The ping-pong ball almost went past the net.

But he was still beaten by the opponent.

Immediately afterwards, Jianhua made a fierce smash across the table like lightning, and the ping-pong ball once again rubbed a white line on the edge of the opponent's racket, but in this situation, the opponent player still changed the score to 11:11.

"Good shot!" Warm cheers broke out from the sidelines.

The opponent stood there in a daze. Jianhua had no time to react and could only shake his head helplessly.

The referee announced loudly: "11:11."

Jianhua clenched his fists, sweat dripped down his cheeks, but his eyes flashed with the joy of victory. This fierce duel lasted for nearly an hour, and every point was exciting.

But the opponent still tied the score. Seeing this score, Jianhua became anxious.

If this continues, the outcome will change.

Later Jianhua thought about it and decided that if that was the case, he had to use all his tactics.

Then be prepared to receive this ball.

The ping-pong ball flew directly from the opponent's hand with a bang.

Jianhua stared at the white arc with a sharp gaze. He took a half step back, and the racket in his palm spun a half circle of cold light. This was the backhand reverse rotation skill he had secretly learned from the provincial team.

The moment the ball touched the table, Jianhua's entire body suddenly released like a compressed spring.

The friction between the rubber and the ball made a harsh "hissing" sound, and the ping-pong ball turned into an afterimage with side spin, and suddenly fell down the moment it passed the net.

But he was hastily rescued by the opposing player.

Jianhua wiped the sweat from his brow with his sleeve, and suddenly found that the rubber surface of the racket had burn marks due to excessive friction.

He recalled what the old captain said in the equipment room three days ago: "Real good rubbers are all burned out in desperate situations."

At this moment, the opponent was leaning over and staring at him. Jianhua suddenly changed his racket grip and threw the ball high up.

The sunlight cut through the skylight of the gymnasium, and the spinning ball drew a crystal spiral trajectory in the beam of light, like a meteor falling into the deep sea.

The opposing player obviously did not expect Jianhua to suddenly change his serving method. He was slightly stunned and subconsciously leaned forward, trying to predict where the ball would land.

However, the ball slowed down strangely after touching the table, as if it was gently lifted by some invisible force, drawing an almost impossible short arc.

"Ten-ball ball!" someone on the sidelines exclaimed.

The opponent stepped forward in a panic, barely able to use the tip of his racket to pick up the ball, which bounced high. Jianhua was waiting for this moment. He rushed sideways without hesitation, swung his arm like a whip, and hit a fierce forehand smash!

"Snapped!"

The ping-pong ball hit the opponent's table like a bullet, but it was not as easy as imagined.

But the sidelines still erupted in warm applause, his teammates rushed up to surround him, and the coach patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Good boy, that last shot was really fierce!"

Jianhua was breathing heavily and looked down at his racket. The edge of the rubber had curled up slightly, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He knew that the real game had just begun, and at this moment, he had already found his own rhythm.

When the deciding game started, the air seemed to freeze.

The opponent's eyes became sharp, obviously stimulated by the loss in the previous round.

He changed his stance, lowering his body even lower, like a cheetah ready to pounce.

Jianhua took a deep breath and gently stroked the rubber surface of the racket with his fingertips, which was already a little hot, just like his burning fighting spirit at the moment.

"Bang!" The opponent served the ball, a high-speed backspin ball going straight to Jianhua's backhand.

Jianhua was prepared. He flicked his wrist, cut the ball diagonally with the racket, and violently hit the ball back with an exquisite "twist and pull".

The ball had a strong side spin, and after bouncing off the opponent's table, it turned outward quickly. The opponent barely managed to block it, but the ball was out of control and flew high into the air.

A gleam of light flashed in Jianhua's eyes, and he pounced forward like a tiger, pulling his right arm back, and all his strength burst out instantly.

"boom!"

With a thunderous smash, the ball hit the opponent's table like a cannonball.

The sidelines were instantly boiling with cheers from teammates.

The opponent's face changed and he looked down at his racket, as if he couldn't believe the speed of the ball.

Jianhua just quietly returned to his original position, his eyes frighteningly calm.

He knew that a truly strong person would hold on until the last moment.

"Hold on," he whispered to himself, tapping his fingers lightly on the table, waiting for the next ball to come.

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