Table tennis: Swinging the racket billions of times, achieving a grand slam

Chapter 186 Chen Jin VS Ma Taki! Amazing backhand ability!

The moment you step onto the field.

Chen Jin and Ma Long seemed like different people.

It's completely different from the two people they usually are.

He was serious and solemn, like a devout pilgrim.

There is 100% concentration in his cold eyes.

after all.

On the playing field, laughing all the time is tantamount to suicide.

Come in front of the referee.

The two men just shook hands.

Each of them had already felt the murderous aura emanating from the other.

"Good boy, you are not stage-frightened at all."

Ma Long secretly praised him.

To know.

The person standing in front of Chen Jin is the GOAT of table tennis.

No matter who the player is, facing Ma Taki, they will feel a little nervous to some extent.

What's more, he is a young player like Chen Jin, who is only 15 or 16 years old.

Unexpectedly.

Chen Jin, however, was like an ancient well, calm and composed, without any disturbance.

How could Ma Taki not be surprised?

“Don’t underestimate the weak, don’t be afraid of the strong, this is a necessary psychological quality for a Grand Slam.”

Ma Long was quite satisfied, "Obviously, Chen Jin has achieved this."

What remains is the test of hard power.

Having participated in four consecutive Olympic Games, as he gets older, Ma Taki knows that his chances to compete for the national table tennis team will become fewer and fewer, or even disappear altogether.

However, before retiring, I must stand guard for the national table tennis team for the last time.

Do your best to test the future flag bearer for the national table tennis team.

Toss a coin to guess who will go first.

Chen Jin got the serve in the first game.

Then, as per usual, there was two minutes of sparring time.

Although before this, the two had practiced together privately and played an unfinished friendly match.

Compared with the real arena, it is incomparable.

Just listening to the deafening cheers from the entire stadium, it is clear that this is not just a friendly match.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

……

One straight and one horizontal, one attack and one defense.

The crisp and rapid sound of hitting the ball echoed throughout the court.

Even the shouts from the scene could not be covered up and could still be heard clearly.

Ma Taki's forehand and backhand, ball-pulling movements, and force framework are smooth and relaxed, making them pleasing to the eye.

It is indeed textbook level.

Perhaps, Ma Taki's forehand and backhand strength cannot be compared with Zhang Jike, Wang Liqin and others.

However, its stability of continuity, smoothness of connection and speed of conversion are unmatched by others.

"I remember Zhang Jike once commented on the Dragon Team: they are advanced because they are reasonable, and they are reasonable because they are advanced."

Chen Jin thought, "At first glance, it sounds like nonsense literature, but only after playing against Team Dragon can you understand the meaning of this sentence."

If it weren’t for Ma Taki’s reasonable and advanced playing style, how could he have become an evergreen in the table tennis world?

Ma Taki was also amazed at Chen Jin's forehand and backhand pulling power.

"One board is heavier than the other, and one board is more powerful than the other."

"Such quality is rare, not to mention straight blades, even horizontal blades are rare."

"Besides Xiaopang, there's only Wang Hao."

In those days, Wang Hao was known as the "double-faced heavy artillery" in the table tennis world.

The quality of his forehand is not inferior to his backhand.

However, Wang Hao's backhand was too powerful, and its brightness overshadowed his forehand.

Only those who have actually fought with Wang Hao will know how terrifying the quality of Wang Hao's forehand is.

Chen Jin's forehand and backhand shots, whether in terms of power or loop, may not necessarily be inferior to Wang Hao at his peak.

Although Chen Jin is less than sixteen years old, he is already comparable to Yokohama Hao.

It’s scary to think about it.

If Chen Jin reaches his peak, wouldn't he be an enhanced version of Wang Hao? Wouldn't he soar to the sky and be unstoppable?

Of course, as we age, the speed of transition may slow down.

Just like Tomokazu Harimoto.

But as long as Chen Jin controls his body shape and doesn't become like Wang Hao, it shouldn't be a big problem.

Ma Long couldn't help but plan for Chen Jin's future in his heart.

soon.

Two minutes of sparring is over.

Chen Jin and Ma Long walked to the referee's table, picked up towels and wiped the sweat off their faces.

Then, back to the table.

After catching the ping-pong ball thrown by the assistant referee, Chen Jin let out a long sigh.

He turned his head and looked at Ma Taki who was standing opposite him.

But Ma Long was seen with his legs slightly bent, his left foot in front, bending over, standing at the corner of the left half of the stage, staring at Chen Jin like an eagle or a wolf.

"Da da da, da da da..."

Chen Jin leaned over and placed the ping-pong ball in his palm.

Toss the ball upward.

Turn your waist and lead the racket.

The hook shot was a short ball to the center line.

Ma Long stepped forward and made a half-out move similar to Chen Jin's backhand position.

Taking advantage of the rising phase of the incoming ball, Chen Jin tucked in his chest and abdomen, bends his wrist inward, and accumulates strength with his forearm.

"Snapped!"

Chen Jin threw backhand.

The decisiveness of the move, like cutting the Gordian knot, was completely beyond Ma Taki's expectations.

One board hit through Ma Taki's left half of the table.

"This backhand quality..."

Ma Long's heart trembled, and he frowned secretly, "It seems to be faster and more explosive than Lin Shidong."

Looking at the entire world table tennis world, the quality of Lin Shidong's backhand single board is also top-notch.

Not inferior to those backhand monsters in Europe.

Even worse.

But the quality of Chen Jin's backhand is only higher than Lin Shidong's.

more importantly.

The backhand of a straight-blade player is so powerful and fast that it completely fits the mainstream playing style in today's table tennis.

Even Yokohama Hao probably doesn't have such quality of backhand single board.

Recalling the friendly match between the two, Ma Long's mind became clear: "This kid is deliberately hiding his abilities."

Of course, this cannot be blamed on Chen Jin.

Knowing that it is a friendly match, who will use the trump card?

1: 0.

Chen Jin took the lead and got the first blood with thunderous force.

The second serve was also a hook.

Little has changed.

Ma Taki makes a short pass and cuts lightly diagonally.

The landing point is a bit tricky.

Chen Jinfei stepped forward and picked up the board.

However, Ma Taki reacted very quickly, with his right leg in front and slightly sideways, and took advantage of the situation to tear back.

Chen Jin tensed his waist and abdomen, lowered his wrist to accumulate strength, faced the incoming ball, used the force of the ball, and fought back in the middle.

"Snapped!"

This ball was powerful and fast.

Ma Taki stepped back slightly from the table, relieving the force while pushing his center of gravity forward and continuing to attack Chen Jin's backhand.

however.

Chen Jin is not at all inferior.

Adjust your steps slightly.

The racket shape changes slightly, tearing back the straight line.

Ma Long did not expect that Chen Jin's route changes could be so easy and freehand.

Quickly switch to forehand.

It’s a pity that the speed is a bit slow.

Unable to actively exert force, he could only barely block the attack.

The arc of the return ball is a bit high.

The duel between masters is all about seizing this fleeting opportunity!

Deep in the dark pupils, murderous intent suddenly surged.

Chen Jin threw backhand.

The racket in his hand made a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

"Snapped!"

The sound is like thunder, and the force penetrates the soleplate.

The small white ping-pong ball, wrapped in a terrifying force, suddenly turned into a flash of lightning and smashed towards Ma Long's backhand at a speed that was difficult to see with the naked eye.

Ma Taki hasn't reacted yet.

"昘——"

This ball, like a cheetah, viciously tore apart his left half of the table.

"nice shot!"

Ma Long couldn't help but cheer for Chen Jin's goal in his heart.

"The power, speed, arc, landing point... everything is perfect."

"Chen Jin played this ball really beautifully."

"I really haven't seen him before. This guy is indeed a strong opponent."

Although the game started badly and they lost two goals in a row, Ma Taki was not discouraged at all.

Instead, there was a bit more fighting spirit in his eyes.

Now Ma Long has only one thought in his mind: "How can I defeat Chen Jin?"

After just two rounds of fighting, Ma Long had already found out that Chen Jin's backhand was not a straight blade.

Just like Wang Hao back then, he was not inferior to the horizontal board at all.

"In the next game, we must find a way to limit Chen Jin's backhand."

"Or, I can change the landing point first with my backhand, so that he won't have such a comfortable backhand."

Think of this.

Catching the ping-pong ball, Ma Long walked to the left side of the table and wiped his sweat off his face.

After smashing the ping-pong ball to the ground, Ma Long blew out of habit and turned to look at Chen Jin opposite him.

Seeing that Chen Jin was ready to receive the serve, he served the ball.

Backhand position.

Short on the lower side.

Chen Jin split the long left half of the table.

Ma Taki turned sideways and made a high loop.

However, the arc is flat.

Knowing that the ball was spinning particularly strongly, Chen Jin hooked his index finger around the board and pressed his body forward.

"Snapped!"

Use the force to tear back.

He and Ma Long fought back.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

……

The two used the opponent's force to counter attack, using speed to counter speed, and Fan counterattacked with his backhand, tearing each other apart quickly.

What matters is the basic backhand skills.

After three or four rounds.

Feeling Chen Jin's force and speed getting stronger, Ma Long knew clearly: "If we continue like this, we will definitely lose."

Immediately, he adjusted his position slightly and turned his wrist lightly.

Be the first to change the straight line!
Chen Jin leaped forward and attacked with his forehand at an extremely fast speed.

that moment.

In a trance, Ma Taki seemed to see himself at the 15 World Table Tennis Championships in Suzhou.

"Snapped!"

Chen Jin used his powerful steps to pull back in a straight line.

Ma Taki blocked it with his backhand.

The ball failed to control the curve and flew out of bounds.

0: 3.

“This ball can be saved as well… good pace.”

While Ma Long was praising him, he also felt a little envious.

Thinking back to the past, I paid too much tuition for "turning the backhand into a straight line" at the hands of Wang Hao and others.

However, this also honed his exaggerated forehand blocking ability at his peak.

Now, the peak is no longer there.

The ability to block forehand shots is far inferior to what it used to be.

Seeing Chen Jinfei diving for his forehand and trying hard to save the ball, he couldn't help but recall the time when he was omnipotent on the court.

I want to buy osmanthus flowers and put them in the wine, but it doesn’t look like the time when I was young…

"It's zero to three."

Ma Long withdrew his thoughts and focused on the game, "We must catch up with the score as soon as possible."

And his second serve was the key to catching up.

Toss the ball and draw the racket.

Ma Taki serves with his forehand.

The posture and movements are almost exactly the same as the first serve.

However, the landing point has changed slightly.

It becomes the forehand position.

Chen Jin stepped forward and tried to make a short move.

however.

He underestimated the spin of the ball.

Just looking at Ma Taki's serving action, it seems to be a sideways serve.

But what I didn't expect was that it was a heavy downward spin.

It was completely beyond Chen Jin's expectations.

"laugh!"

Chen Jinchi turned down the net.

After playing so many games, Ma Taki is the first one, besides Wang Chuqin, who can make him eat the serve directly.

However, it is different from Wang Chuqin.

Ma Taki's serve was neither a fake throw nor a block, and he didn't have a plaster hand, and it was cleaner than Wang Chuqin's face.

Even so, Chen Jin still ate a serve.

“No need to block, you can create different spins with just one move.”

Chen Jin nodded secretly, "Team Long's serve is indeed extraordinary."

3: 1.

Change sides to serve.

Chen Jin hooked a line slightly to the right.

Short on the lower side.

Ma Long stepped forward, pressed his center of gravity, fine-tuned the racket shape, and swung lightly.

Right half of the stage, small triangle.

The control of the hands is quite precise and delicate.

Chen Jin stepped forward quickly and leaned out to the right side of the table.

His right arm lowered, his wrist flicked.

During the descent of the table tennis ball, rub it hard.

A straight line is hung.

"Snapped!"

The sound of the ball hitting the ground was deafening.

Ma Taki's backhand burst, and the ball was as fast as lightning, heading straight to Chen Jin's backhand diagonal corner.

No matter how fast Chen Jin's steps were, it was difficult for him to return to defense.

Ma Taki's classic move is to make a small triangle with the forehand position, followed by a backhand diagonal move!
After this set of small combos, you can enjoy the silky smoothness like Dove.

3: 2.

Ma Taki won another point.

"The arc was too high, the spin wasn't strong enough, and the landing point wasn't deep enough."

Walking to the left side of the table, Chen Jin touched the table with an expressionless face, and quickly summed up the lessons learned from this loss in his mind.

learn from mistakes.

So as to avoid making the same mistake next time you encounter the same ball.

Chen Jin serves again.

Still a hook shot.

Side down.

The forehand is short.

Ma Long decisively cut the long center line, trying to squeeze Chen Jin's position.

But Chen Jin reacted very quickly.

Move your feet to the left and twist your waist.

"Snapped!"

Forehand forward straight line.

The offense and defense changed, and he actually blocked Ma Long's power.

Ma Taki had no choice but to defend with his backhand.

This gave Chen Jin the opportunity to attack.

Chen Jin stepped back slightly from the stage, squatted down, and leaned his center of gravity forward.

Bend your wrist inward and lower your right arm.

Aim at the landing point of the incoming ball and use the classic crotch-grabbing backhand pull to hit the ball.

"Snapped!"

A board exploded, like a heavy artillery fire.

Hit towards Ma Taki's backhand.

The power, speed, and loop were so great that Ma Long's face changed slightly: "This backhand horizontal hit posture... is it Brother Hao?"

Facing this ball, Ma Taki could only defend himself.

There is no other way except to defend.

however.

Chen Jin is in a dominant position and is merciless.

"Snapped!"

Backhand rip.

The movement was so delicate and the force so concentrated that Ma Long gasped: "So explosive?"

What he didn't expect was...

Chen Jin's backhand rip was not a diagonal line, but a straight line.

It was like a tiger descending from the mountain, with fangs and claws bared, rushing straight towards Ma Taki's forehand position.

Ma Taki tried to pull back.

boom!
The moment the ping-pong ball hits the racket.

An unprecedented powerful force instantly penetrates the rubber and reaches the core of the board.

Ma Taki only felt the thumb pressing on the racket suddenly vibrate.

“So aggressive!”

“So explosive!”

This is not a table tennis ball.

It was clearly a cannonball heading towards him!
Invincible and unstoppable.

Caught off guard.

In the end, Ma Taki failed to hold on to the ball and tore it apart with his backhand.

The ping-pong ball flew straight out.

2: 4.

"I go!"

Xu Xin, who was in the live broadcast room, witnessed Chen Jin's shots and was amazed. "Chen Jin's backhand is really a bit exaggerated."

"Powerful, fast, strong loop, good landing point...very much like Wang Hao at his peak."

"Almost all of the four balls Chen Jin won were backhands."

"You can't give him a backhand anymore."

There was a hint of worry in his words.

Especially the last sentence, which was obviously directed to Ma Taki.

Cheng Jingqi smiled and said, "Brother Xin, who are you supporting?"

“I will support whoever lags behind.”

Xu Xin smiled and said, "The main point is to keep everyone fair."

There was no way, he was actually quite conflicted.

One is a teammate who once fought side by side, and the other is an extremely rare straight-blade genius young player.

The palms and backs of your hands are all made of flesh, and it is difficult to choose between them.

Seeing that Ma Long was lagging behind in the score, Xu Xin naturally wanted to give Ma Long advice from a distance.

After all, the Dragon Python CP cannot be lost.

(End of this chapter)