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

Chapter 298 A power even more terrifying than legend!

Witnessing Zhang Jiahao kneeling and roaring, it seemed he was trying his best to vent something.

Huang Youzheng curled his lip and couldn't help but sneer: "It's just a team competition. The opponent's strength is just so-so. It's not like they won the three major championships. Why are they so excited?"

Even when Zhang Jiahao took the men's singles title from him during the National Championships, he wasn't as excited as he is now.

Although his voice was soft, as if he were talking in his sleep, it was still heard by Chen Jin and Xie Mingyang who were standing next to him.

Xie Mingyang frowned and gave Huang Youzheng a displeased look.

Chen Jin, on the other hand, quietly watched Zhang Jiahao on the field.

Perhaps Huang Youzheng will never understand that Zhang Jiahao's excitement was not because of winning the game itself.

But he almost didn't even have the chance to stand here.

Having experienced being sent back to the provincial team and almost having no team to play for, even his qualification for this World Youth Championship was secured thanks to Chen Jin.

Therefore, Zhang Jiahao bears a double burden of pressure.

Although Zhang Jiahao seems carefree and indifferent to everything, deep down he knows things better than anyone else.

For him, every match in this World Youth Championship was a nerve-wracking experience, like walking on thin ice. He dared not lose, nor could he afford to lose.

Such excitement is simply a release of pent-up stress.

After a burst of angry roars to vent his frustration.

Zhang Jiahao finally calmed down, jumped up from the ground, walked forward, and shook hands with Julian, the referee, and Coach Andrei.

Then, they returned to their own camp.

"Played well."

Li Qian smiled and extended his palm, saying, "It's much better than in Lima."

"We have been apart for three days, and we should look at each other with admiration."

After giving Li Qian a high five, Zhang Jiahao grinned and said, "I've been waiting for you for almost three months. I have to let Li teach you to wow me."

"If you can maintain this level of form and touch, it's hard to say who will win in our match."

Xie Mingyang said calmly, "However, if it were me, I would never let you get into a rhythm."

Anyone can talk a good game.

Zhang Jiahao raised an eyebrow. "How about we go to the training gym and have a one-on-one match?"

"I'm not interested in a private one-on-one fight right now."

Xie Mingyang said coldly, "If there's a chance, we'll see each other on the field."

"Okay."

Zhang Jiahao raised his chin, retorting sharply, "Who's afraid of who!"

Having finished speaking.

He ignored Xie Mingyang and went straight to Chen Jin.

"Brother Jin."

There was a light in Zhang Jiahao's eyes.

"Played well."

Chen Jin smiled.

Their hands were clasped tightly together as they looked at each other.

In the instant their eyes met, it felt as if a thousand words were flowing through their hearts.

Silence is better than sound.

Be a brother, in your heart.

If you don't understand, you won't get it even if you say it a thousand or ten thousand times.

If you understand, a single glance is enough to make everything clear.

There was a pause.

"Okay, you should get some rest."

Chen Jin reached out and gently patted Zhang Jiahao's shoulder, smiling slightly as he said, "Next, it's my turn to go on stage."

"My racket and I have been itching for a long time."

Having finished speaking.

Take off your jacket and straighten your jersey.

During this last bit of rest time, I stretched and warmed up on the sidelines.

Li Qian turned his head and glanced at his opponent next door.

Darius was also seen warming up on the sidelines, preparing to go on the field.

However, the tension on his face was clearly visible.

Completely different from Chen Jin's calm and composed demeanor.

This is understandable. Chen Jin is now famous. Who wouldn't have a mental breakdown if they competed against him?
"Darius is one of the best young players in the Romanian national team and is considered one of the successors to Dako Iocc."

Li Qian recounted the story in detail, as if reciting a familiar story: "In the 22 WTT Junior Challenge, I defeated Chen Yuanyu and won the U17 championship."

"I played against Mataki at this year's Busan World Table Tennis Championships team event. Although I lost 0-3, I could see that she still has some potential."

"Moreover, Romania only had one singles spot in this World Youth Championship, and they gave it to him as well."

"This shows how much the Romanian team values ​​him."

"only……"

Li Qian was a little confused. "Logically speaking, Darius should have been placed in the first single bet, so why is he in the third single bet?"

"Could it be that they guessed our formation, and Darius wanted to meet Chen Jin early, so he deliberately positioned himself as the third singles?"

"Yes, that's possible."

Listening silently to Li Qian's narration, Chen Jin flicked his wrist without saying a word.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the neighbor next door.

At this moment, Coach Andrei looked serious and was giving Darius a pep talk.

"Chen Jin is just a little stronger and ranked a little higher than you. He's nothing special. He's just like you and me, an ordinary person with two arms and two legs. So don't be afraid."

Coach Andre encouraged, "Show your courage and boldness, just play freely. Losing won't be a loss, winning will be a huge bonus."

"If you were to defeat Chen Jin, your name and that of your great-great-grandfather would surely cause a sensation in the world of table tennis."

"Go, my dear Darius."

"God and I will stand firmly on your side."

While talking.

Andrei deliberately leaned forward, causing the silver cross hanging around his neck to fall off and sway back and forth in front of Darius.

Under the light, the cross shimmered with an eerie glow, which pierced Darius's icy blue eyes.

As if drawing strength from faith, Darius's eyes finally revealed a hint of courage.

"Just like Coach Andre said, with my strength, I am not as good as Chen Jin, so it is normal to lose."

Darius kept telling himself, "But if I win, my name will be known throughout Europe and resound throughout the world."

"Yes, that's right."

"Therefore, the one who should be under pressure and nervous in this match is Chen Jin, not me."

"I am a barefoot challenger, and fighting desperately is my only option."

"Even if Chen Jin is an invincible lion, I will still pluck a few hairs from his body."

"Merciful God, please bless me!"

Think of this.

Darius made a prayer gesture, his eyes growing even more resolute.

"Fighting!"

After giving high-fives to his coaches and teammates, Darius gripped his towel tightly, turned, and strode quickly to the center of the field. Chen Jin stood to the right of the referee, having been waiting for some time.

shake hands.

Their eyes crossed.

"boom!"

Darius's body jolted suddenly.

The boy in front of me seemed to have suddenly become a different person; there was not a trace of a smile on his slightly immature face.

Instead, there was a coldness and a murderous aura.

Especially those sharp eyes, like a lightning bolt tearing through the sky, instantly pierced Darius's eyes and went straight to his heart.

This shattered the confidence that Darius had painstakingly built up.

"What a scary look!"

Darius couldn't help but feel a little afraid.

It was as if the handsome young man standing before him was an ancient demon who had emerged from the depths of hell, inspiring fear in him.

"Gulu!"

Darius couldn't help but swallow hard.

however.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he had to grit his teeth and bear it.

Otherwise, from today onwards, we will inevitably become a laughing stock in the European table tennis world.

At that point, their career would be completely over.

"Hold on!"

"do not be afraid!"

Darius took a deep breath and looked away. "I can do it."

Toss a coin and guess who goes first.

Darius has the right to serve in the first game.

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

Before serving, Darius habitually glanced at Chen Jin.

Chen Jin bent over slightly, his expression cold and stern, his eyes like those of a hawk.

In a trance.

Darius seemed to see an immense and unparalleled aura suddenly burst forth from Chen Jin's body.

Above its head, they converged and took shape.

A massive, mountain-like figure appeared in Darius's eyes.

The figure, clad in dark gold armor and riding an eight-legged steed, held a long spear high in his right hand, crackling with terrifying lightning, aiming it at Darius's heart, ready to hurl it.

"Oh my God!"

Startled, Darius quickly turned his head away, no longer daring to look directly at Chen Jin.

Rao is so.

His left hand, which was holding the racket, was trembling slightly.

"Darios".

The referee looked over and urged, "Please begin the match."

Take a deep breath.

Darius calmed down.

That's when they served.

With a "whoosh," the ping-pong ball shot out like an arrow, hurtling towards Chen Jin's backhand.

Generally, in their first encounter, both sides will test each other with a few balls.

Darius's aggressive start clearly indicates that he knows he is no match for Chen Jin and is trying to fight back and gain the upper hand.

Without a doubt, this was a tactic that Coach Andre had already arranged for him.

If it were any other player, they might have been caught off guard and their position would have been blocked by the ball.

But Chen Jin is different.

Seemingly anticipating Darius's move, Chen Jin took a step back slightly the instant Darius served.

The wrist is turned inward, and the racket is brought to the left waist.

He twisted his waist and hips backward, secretly gathering strength in his feet.

Sudden.

A powerful backhand flick.

As if a sword flashed, the racket tore through the air, emitting a sharp sound.

The general draws his sword!

"Snapped!"

It struck the mark with a single, thunderous blow.

The ping-pong ball, carrying immense power, swept through the atmosphere like a meteorite, piercing Darius's forehand corner at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye.

"So explosive!"

Darius was startled.

In his eyes, this was nothing like a ping-pong ball!

It is clearly the Gun of Destiny called "Gungnir"!

Swift as lightning, unstoppable.

0: 1.

This shot not only pierced Darius's forehand but also shattered his fighting spirit.

"too frightening!"

Darius's hands trembled even more violently.

A deep fear was evident in his eyes.

But the competition has only just begun.

Although he knew he was no match for Chen Jin, he could only grit his teeth and continue to suffer.

Second serve.

Side down.

I originally wanted to post a short, positive message.

It was poorly controlled and turned into a semi-exposed performance.

"Snapped!"

Chen Jin rushed in directly.

Its voice is like a dragon's roar, and its power is like splitting the heavens.

Before Darius could even react, the white ball was already in front of him.

In a moment of haste, he blocked with his backhand.

boom!
The ping-pong ball struck the racket, causing Darius's wrist to tremble violently.

Upon feeling the powerful shockwave, Darius's expression changed once again.

Before this, Chen Jin's strength was just a legend to him.

Now, having experienced it firsthand, he was horrified to discover that "Chen Jin's true strength is a thousand times, ten thousand times more terrifying than the legends!"

(End of this chapter)