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

Chapter 282 Penhold Backhand Attack! Outdated Techniques Reappear on the Court!

11: 5.

The score is 2-0.

The score displayed on the big screen was a glaring red.

Wang Chuqin wiped his sweat, but sweat continued to seep out and slide down his forehead.

In the second game, he followed his established tactics and launched a fierce attack on Chen Jin's left side backhand, but the final result was not ideal.

Instead, they were mobilized extensively by Chen Jin and were exhausted from running around.

Although Wang Chuqin also hit a few nice shots, it was ultimately a drop in the ocean and could not hide the decline.

Without a doubt, tactics alone are unlikely to be effective against Chen Jin.

With Chen Jin's skills and tactics, dealing with this would be a piece of cake.

"We must change our strategy in the third game; we can't keep focusing on his backhand."

Wang Chuqin tilted his head back and gulped down a mouthful of energy water.

Tick tock!

Beads of sweat the size of soybeans dripped down his chin and onto his jersey.

In a best-of-seven match, the third game is particularly crucial.

If you lose, it will be difficult to turn the tide.

After all, not everyone is Mataki.

Moreover, the opponents are different.

Once Chen Jin takes the lead, no one has been able to turn the tide against him so far.

Let alone the idea of coming back from a 3-0 deficit to win 4-3; that's nothing short of wishful thinking.

Wang Chuqin has never denied this.

"Fight!"

Wang Chuqin's eyes sharpened. "While battling Chen Jin in the first three rounds, we need to improve the quality of our shots and vary the placement of our shots."

His forte is launching a fierce attack in the first three rounds.

Back on the field.

The referee raised his hand to signal the start of the third game.

Chen Jin held the ping-pong ball, blew on it, and glanced at Wang Chuqin.

Immediately, he straightened his left arm and bent over.

All of a sudden.

The previously noisy cheers inside the stadium suddenly fell silent.

Almost everyone's eyes were focused on the blue pool table.

0: 0.

The ball is tossed up and lands right in front of you.

Chen Jin turned his waist to prepare his racket, flicked his wrist, and used his body weight to control the arc of the shot.

"laugh!"

The ping-pong ball, with a strong sidespin, flew almost skimming the net towards Wang Chuqin's left side of the table.

Wang Chuqin was well prepared.

He took a step forward and leaned forward.

Lower your shoulders and raise your elbows.

Wrist tucked inward.

Seize the opportunity in the early stages of the ball's descent, and unleash a powerful burst of force with your fingers and wrist.

歘!
A powerful backhand twist.

The ball, like a bullet, pierces through straight lines.

In an instant, it tore open Chen Jin's forehand corner.

"0:1!"

The referee immediately raised his hand, indicating that Wang Chuqin had scored.

"Choo-hoo!"

"Zhu--"

Wang Chuqin clenched his fist and growled.

The powerful twist scored points, boosting morale and giving him a renewed sense of confidence.

"Wow!"

The audience erupted in thunderous cheers.

It was as if they were celebrating Wang Chuqin's victory in the competition.

Chen Jin's expression remained calm and undisturbed, his heart completely unmoved.

Second serve.

He no longer uses the hook.

Instead, he switched to Zhang Zheng's high toss serve.

The ping-pong ball was tossed high into the air, about two or three meters high, and under Chen Jin's exquisite control, it carried a strong spin and landed on Wang Chuqin's backhand side.

"You still dare to give me a short ball?"

Wang Chuqin used the same trick again, twisting and pulling with his backhand.

But this time, he clearly underestimated the spin of Chen Jin's high toss serve.

The moment the ball is touched.

He immediately sensed an unusual force causing the ball to slip on the rubber and plummet downwards.

"昘——"

There was another faint sound.

Eat and then go online.

1: 1.

Wang Chuqin frowned and looked down at his backhand rubber.

Without thinking, I reached out and wiped it.

Although there was no sweat or dust on the racket.

Wang Chuqin sniffed habitually and caught the ping-pong ball thrown to him by the scorekeeper.

He sticks out his butt, tosses the ball, and prepares to start his racket.

The center line is slightly to the right.

Side down.

Chen Jin stepped forward and swung his short sword.

Wang Chuqin's backhand long chop.

This shot was extremely fast, landing very close to the white edge of the baseline.

Chen Jin was unable to leave the stage in time and his position was taken over.

I managed to get a backhand touch, which managed to neutralize the spin, but the quality of the return was quite poor.

"Chance!"

Wang Chuqin did not hesitate for a moment.

He lunged forward and ripped the fabric with a powerful backhand.

2: 1.

Wang Chuqin took the lead again.

Throughout the competition, every point won has been met with the same unwavering belief.

Finally taking the lead gave Wang Chuqin a huge boost.

"It seems that fighting is the right solution."

Wang Chuqin clenched his fist, his eyes growing increasingly determined, resolved to carry out the fighting tactics to the very end.

He launched a long serve, attempting to surprise Chen Jin with a forehand attack.

"Fuck!"

Chen Jin was indeed caught off guard by this unexpected turn of events.

Fortunately, his reaction and movement were extremely fast.

A crossover step, a diving forehand, an incredible save, and a forward sprint down the crosscourt.

Wang Chuqin was prepared, accurately calculating the trajectory and landing point of the incoming ball, and stepped back from the table to the side in advance.

"Snapped!"

Pull back straight.

This shot was of extremely high quality.

Although Chen Jin used extremely fast footwork to return to defend the left half of the table, he was still half a step too late.

The edge of the racket barely touched the ping-pong ball.

Ultimately, the ball went out of bounds.

1: 3.

Wang Chuqin looked towards the stands, raised his right arm, clenched his fist, and smirked.

Clearly, those few high-flying shots were incredibly motivating, instantly boosting his confidence.

"Wow!"

The fans at the scene were even more excited.

Cheers, applause, and screams rose in waves, like the Qiantang River tide.

"Wang Chuqin!"

A sharp female voice suddenly rang out across the vast stadium, "A comeback from 0-2 down to 4-2!"

Before he could finish speaking, a burst of laughter erupted.

Even Liu Guoliang couldn't help but smile upon hearing this, and couldn't resist looking in the direction of the sound.

"A comeback from 0-2 down to 4-2?"

Liu Guoliang turned to Wang Hao and asked, "Do you think that's possible?"

"Yes, but very low."

Wang Haodao.

The third game had just begun, and Wang Chuqin was only leading by two points.

Aside from those mindless fans, who would open champagne at halftime?

Moreover, the early lead was the result of Wang Chuqin's hard-fought battle.

Based on Wang Hao's understanding of Chen Jin, Chen Jin's greatest skill was using violence to stop violence and violence to control violence.

The more Wang Chuqin fought, the more excited Chen Jin became.

While talking.

Switch sides and serve.

Chen Jin still uses a forehand high ball.

"Semi-sexy?"

Wang Chuqin's eyes were sharp as lightning, predicting the landing point.

Take the first step and twist the ball with your backhand.

however.

Just as he was about to make his move.

Surprisingly, the ping-pong ball bounced back the moment it touched the table.

"what?"

Wang Chuqin was stunned for a moment.

At this point, his reverse twisting motion was worn out and could not be restarted.

They could only watch helplessly as the ping-pong ball bounced back and forth, making a "da da da" sound, as if mocking them.

2: 3.

Chen Jin scored a point.

Reaching out to touch the table, Wang Chuqin's face turned ashen: "How can this kid's forehand serve be so unpredictable?"

It neither blocks nor conceals, yet it can still change so many ways, making it difficult to fathom.

Chen Jin's expression remained calm as always in response.

He continued with his forehand serve. This time, Wang Chuqin learned from his mistake and was much more cautious when receiving the serve.

Shorten.

But the arc rises high.

Chen Jin showed no mercy, and with a snap, he charged straight down the middle.

I thought this shot would be the winning goal.

Unexpectedly, Wang Chuqin turned around to defend against it.

Fortunately, Chen Jin also managed to save the ball thanks to muscle memory honed through years of training.

However, the quality is not high.

This gave Wang Chuqin an opportunity to attack.

How could Wang Chuqin possibly miss this opportunity?

With a murderous glint in his eyes, Wang Chuqin channeled all his strength into his left arm and racket.

"Snapped!"

Like a thunderous rage.

A powerful smash against Chen Jin's backhand cross-court shot.

Chen Jinzu didn't touch the floor, but floated back off the table, and with a backhand flick, he launched a high ball.

"Snapped!"

Wang Chuqin remained calm and continued to smash, suppressing Chen Jin's backhand.

With his feet constantly making small, quick steps, Chen Jin concentrated intently, not daring to slack off in the slightest, trying to raise the arc of his return ball as high as possible, trading space for time.

Aiming at the trajectory of the shot, Wang Chuqin adjusted his stance, lightly leaped into the air, and powerfully smashed the ball down.

"Snapped!"

The momentum is strong and sinking.

The ping-pong ball flew like a wolf, heading straight for Chen Jin's backhand corner, then flew diagonally away.

Chen Jin lunged forward with a cross step, almost crashing into the barrier.

With a backhand flick of the wrist, using the black side of the racket, he smashed a forehand backhand into Wang Chuqin's left side of the table.

"Ok?"

Wang Chuqin clearly hadn't expected that Chen Jin could still manage to counterattack from such a tricky backhand angle. "Isn't his backhand mid-to-long range attack lacking in power?"

In the rush, there was no time to think things through.

He hurriedly lunged towards his forehand corner, lowered his waist to prepare the racket, and then hit a cross-court shot.

the other side.

Chen Jin shifted to the side, switched to his forehand, and, from a distance, unleashed a powerful shot down the middle.

The ping-pong ball flew through the air, drawing a strange arc.

"Well done!"

Wang Chuqin quickly glided along in a few steps, seized the side position, and swung his forehand in a straight line.

Chen Jin flashes into the mid lane.

"Snapped!"

……

Two figures ran back and forth on either side of the table, engaging in a fierce, high-energy exchange.

The audience was thrilled and exclaimed in amazement.

Sudden.

Wang Chuqin unleashed a powerful backhand smash from mid-to-long range, rushing towards Chen Jin's forehand baseline corner.

Chen Jin crossed his steps and, like a cheetah, leaped into the air and pounced.

With a flick of the wrist, in the middle of the ball's descent, a swift, powerful shot was executed, looping the ball back to Wang Chuqin's right side of the table.

Wang Chuqin clenched his wrists inward, squatted down, and was about to unleash a powerful backhand swing.

Unexpectedly.

The return shot curves sharply to the side.

This caused his backhand strike to deviate slightly.

"This kid secretly added a side spin!"

By the time Wang Chuqin realized what was happening and tried to remedy the situation, it was too late.

He ripped it open with a backhand slash, but only managed to tear through the air.

He lost his balance and fell backward with a thud onto the ground.

I almost fell flat on my back like a tortoise.

"..."

Wang Chuqin sat on the ground, dejected, unable to get up for a long time.

at this time.

Thunderous applause erupted from the audience.

"If I'm not mistaken, Chen Jin just used a backhand attack?"

Liu Guoliang found it hard to believe.

"A counter-attack?"

Wang Hao was taken aback. "When?"

The words were not finished.

On the big screen, the playback was being shown.

With his eyes glued to the screen, watching Chen Jin's backhand save, Wang Hao's eyes widened, and he exclaimed, "It really is a backhand attack!"

In the era of small ball, the single-sided playing style of penhold grip has become very popular.

At that time, the backhand technique for penhold grip players, besides pushing and blocking, was backhand attack.

Although the power of a backhand attack goes against the body's biomechanics, once mastered, it can be incredibly powerful.

For example, Ryu Seung-min's backhand attack can be so powerful that it can decide the outcome of a match.

However, since the penhold grip entered the era of backhand topspin, the backhand attack style of play has long disappeared from the competition.

Unexpectedly, Chen Jin used it again, bringing this outdated technique, which should have been phased out, back to the competition field.

Older viewers were moved to tears, while younger viewers found it refreshing.

Xuperman's live stream.

"Holy crap, a counter-attack?!"

Xu Xin looked shocked and somewhat dazed as he turned to look at Cheng Jingqi.

Cheng Jingqi was equally dumbfounded, his expression almost identical to his.

"In my lifetime, I not only witnessed the penhold push block, but I even saw the penhold backhand attack?"

Cheng Jingqi said with a wry smile, "Just based on those two goals, this match was well worth the price."

"Xiuer!"

Xu Xin rubbed his face. "I suspect that whether it was the previous push or this backhand attack, Chen Jin was forced to do it by the racket."

"Because this blade lacks power in the mid-to-long range backhand, Chen Jin only uses backhand attack after being forced to retreat from the table in order to avoid being put on the defensive with his backhand."

The explanation was reasonable and justified.

Cheng Jingqi nodded and said, "That seems to make sense."

"I go!"

Xu Xin couldn't help but give Chen Jin a thumbs up on the screen, "Chen Jin's skills are so comprehensive. He actually thought of using outdated technology to try to make up for the defects of the base plate."

"His ability to adapt on the field is so good that, unfortunately, I'm not very educated, so I can only describe him as a 'genius'."

It was originally thought that Chen Jin's penhold backhand topspin was unparalleled.

Only now do I realize that Chen Jin has already integrated penhold techniques such as backhand topspin, push block, and backhand attack into one, using them at will and with ease.

3: 3.

Chen Jin equalized the score.

Although he won the ball, there was no trace of joy on his face.

Unperturbed by praise or criticism, he slowly walked towards the scoreboard.

I picked up my towel and gently wiped the sweat from my forehead and hands.

At this moment, Wang Chuqin also stood up from the ground and gestured for a pause.

For him, that last shot was too demoralizing, and he needed to take a break.

"As it turns out, fighting does have an effect."

Wang Chuqin tried to calm himself down, "but it's best to resolve the situation in the first three shots. Once it gets into a long stalemate, it will become Chen Jin's advantage."

Coincidentally, Chen Jin seemed to share the same idea.

Next game.

Wang Chuqin took the initiative and fought desperately.

Either he dies, or I perish.

however.

Chen Jin's fighting style is equally violent.

With his powerful forehand smash, backhand rip, and serve-and-attack style, his aggressive approach and decisive moves were enough to make even veteran Wang Chuqin, a seasoned player in the world of table tennis, tremble with fear.

Despite having a large lead, Chen Jin's performance made it seem like he was the one trailing behind.

"4:3!"

"3:5!"

"3:6!"

"7:3!"

"8:3!"

"3:9!"

"4:9!"

"10:4!"

After a fierce battle, Chen Jin once again secured a game point.

Hearing the cheers around him, Wang Chuqin felt a wave of dizziness.

Sweat stung his eyes, finally bringing him back to his senses.