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

Chapter 339 Swift Victory over Huang Zhenting! The future of the penhold grip depends entirely on you!

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

……

Pre-match practice.

Chen Jin took a half step back and unleashed a series of powerful backhand rips.

The tremendous impact and intense spin made Huang Zhenting's expression freeze: "What a sharp backhand."

As a penhold grip player, no one knows better than Wong Chun Ting how disadvantaged the penhold backhand is compared to the shakehand grip in a match.

Although he also has a backhand advantage, in this era of 40+ ball size, there is still a considerable gap and difficulty in his backhand competing with the shakehand grip.

Moreover, the penhold backhand topspin technique places particular emphasis on wrist talent.

This is also one of the main reasons for the decline of candybar phones.

In today's world table tennis scene, there are very few penhold players with achievements, apart from players like Wong Chun Ting, Qiu Dang, and Felix.

More importantly, with the rise of Felix, the fast backhand attack, which is characterized by speed, seems to have become the optimal solution for penhold backhand topspin.

The backhand heavy-hitting style of players like Wang Hao and Huang Zhenting seems to be outdated and no longer in line with the trend of penhold grip.

However, Chen Jin's sudden emergence made Huang Zhenting, a veteran penhold player, realize that his consistent playing style was not outdated.

However, I am no longer young.

soon.

The sparring session is over.

Chen Jin was awarded the right to serve in the first game.

"Whoo~"

With a long breath, Huang Zhenting stood on the left side of the platform, bent over, and stared at Chen Jin's every move with eyes like a hawk.

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

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

Then, he held the ball in his palm and tossed it high into the air.

Hook serve.

The forehand is short.

Side down.

Although Huang Zhenting had watched all of Chen Jin's matches and had some understanding of Chen Jin's playing style.

However, since it was their first time playing against each other, they dared not attack rashly before fully understanding the opponent's serve.

Huang Zhenting stepped forward and gently swayed his hips.

Chen Jin swings back.

Both players are penhold grip players, and their control of the game within the table is unparalleled.

Several channels were engaged in a fierce internal power struggle, with neither side gaining the upper hand.

In a battle between masters, proceed with caution and careful probing.

The control of the arc, the spin, and the landing point—every detail reveals the tactics and calculations of each other.

"It is remarkable that a sixteen-year-old can have such control over the station."

Huang Zhenting secretly admired him.

It's worth noting that he started playing table tennis at the age of four, progressing from the era of the 38m small ball, and transitioning from a single-sided short pips rubber style to a double-sided inverted rubber style. His table tennis skills are naturally quite strong.

But Chen Jin's performance on the field was equally outstanding.

The two fought like swordsmen dueling, patiently searching for each other's weaknesses as they exchanged blows, aiming for a fatal strike.

In the back-and-forth exchanges, and within the stage, several rounds of discussion took place.

Finally, Wong Chun Ting was the first to lose his composure.

Seize the opportunity and strike.

"Snapped!"

It hit the net and went out of bounds.

1: 0.

Chen Jin's second serve was also a hook shot.

The middle path is short.

Do not forward.

To play it safe, Huang Zhenting still chose to keep his short stature.

Chen Jin stepped forward to seize position, lowered his shoulders and raised his elbows, making a twisting and pulling motion with his hands.

However, at the moment of contact with the ball, he suddenly changed his move and controlled the return swing.

Judging from Chen Jin's actions, it seemed he was about to twist the blade, but Huang Zhenting was already prepared to withdraw from the competition and retaliate.

Unexpectedly, Chen Jin changed his mind and became more flexible.

Huang Zhenting was stunned and hurriedly stepped forward, but in his off-position state, he accidentally pushed a board and a half onto the stage.

Before Huang Zhenting could regain his footing, a murderous glint surged in the depths of Chen Jin's dark eyes.

Step forward with your right leg, shifting your weight forward.

He unleashed a powerful forehand swing.

"Snapped!"

A thunderclap suddenly rose from the sky, and the world lost its color.

One board rushes forward and half of the board is released.

It was like a cannonball blasting through the middle of Huang Zhenting's path.

0: 2.

"That skill in rushing onto the stage halfway..."

Huang Zhenting looked up at Chen Jin, a look of shock flashing in his eyes, "He's been playing penhold for at least twenty years."

"The future of a sixteen-year-old is unimaginable."

My mind hasn't changed.

He snapped out of his daze and touched the pool table.

Reaching out to catch the ping-pong ball thrown by the referee, Huang Zhenting kept thinking about serving tactics.

"Da da, da da da..."

Huang Zhenting remained calm and suddenly stole a long forehand shot from Chen Jin.

This shot was extremely fast.

Like lightning, it launched a surprise attack on the forehand corner.

Caught off guard, Chen Jin suddenly pushed off with his feet and leaped into the air.

But in the end, we were still a step too slow.

The ball hit the edge of the paddle and flew out at an angle.

The sneak attack was successful.

However, this kind of serve can only be used once.

For his second serve, Huang Zhenting served a standard forehand short serve.

Chen Jin quickly stepped forward, inserted his right leg under the table, seized the landing point, and flicked the ball diagonally.

The angle of the shot was so tricky, landing in the small triangle on Huang Zhenting's forehand side.

Wong Chun Ting couldn't save the ball in time.

3: 1.

Switch sides and serve.

The forehand is short.

Huang Zhenting's strokes are long and have extremely strong rotation.

Squatting down and lowering his right arm, Chen Jin launched a backhand attack as the ball began its descent.

"laugh!"

The ping-pong ball, with a low, flat arc and intense spin, flew towards Huang Zhenting's left side of the table.

Huang Zhenting took a half step back and used the momentum to quickly tear a cross-court shot.

Chen Jin turned the tables.

He countered Huang Zhenting's attack with a backhand.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

……

Another series of rapid ball-hitting sounds, like firecrackers going off.

Backhand rallies, multiple shots exchanged.

"What a power!"

"So fast!"

"Such a powerful spin!"

As Chen Jin's counterattack became increasingly violent, Huang Zhenting secretly groaned inwardly.

He knew that if things continued like this, he would eventually be unable to suppress Chen Jin's backhand explosive power and topspin.

The best course of action now is to take the initiative and face the challenge first.

Huang Zhenting barely managed to block a shot with his backhand, and was about to turn sideways and swing his forehand.

Sudden.

Chen Jin suddenly launched an attack, hitting a straight shot with a backhand.

"Snapped!"

This shot, in terms of speed, landing point, and power, far exceeded Wong Chun Ting's expectations.

Huang Zhenting hadn't reacted yet.

The ball has been launched.

"This can turn my line into a straight line?"

Huang Zhenting felt completely numb.

In that last ball, the two players rallied with their backhands, displaying power and speed. No matter who it was, they wouldn't dare to change to a straight shot rashly, lest they make a mistake.

Unexpectedly, Chen Jin was so bold and meticulous.

4: 1.

Chen Jin's expression remained completely calm, as cold as that of an assassin.

Serve again.

Hook your hand.

Huang Zhenting attempted to split it long.

Unexpectedly, this ball had heavy backspin.

Without realizing it, they ended up eating online.

1:5.
Within just a few minutes of the start, the score had already been quickly widened.

"That kid Chen Jin is indeed living up to his reputation."

Huang Zhenting had no temper whatsoever.

He put down his racket, walked to the referee's table, picked up a towel, and wiped away his sweat.

In his mind, he pondered the next tactics.

"You must control the landing point of the ball inside the table to limit Chen Jin's initiative."

"Try to minimize stalemates and resolve the battle quickly in the first three moves."

The game continues.

Wong Chun Ting serves.

The middle path is short.

Chen Jin arranged a small triangle on the right half of Huang Zhenting's table.

"?"

"Could it be that he saw through my thoughts and is trying to use the same tactic to hit my target?"

Without a second thought, Huang Zhenting stepped forward and executed a high loop.

The arc and landing point were both exquisite, and it landed back in Chen Jin's forehand corner.

At this moment, Chen Jinren was on the left side of the platform, quite a distance from the landing point.

Chen Jin took a cross step and leaped into the air.

At the same time, with a slight hook on the board, he swung his forehand with great force, drawing a semi-circle in front of his body before exploding outwards.

"Break!"

The ping-pong ball, with a strong sidespin, drew an exaggerated C-shaped arc in the air, like a white lightning bolt, bypassing the net and flying towards the opponent's left side of the table.

The moment it landed on the table, the silver ball barely touched the surface before veering sharply to the right.

Wow, that's fun!

Huang Zhenting was taken aback, his pupils shrinking sharply. "What kind of divine feel is this?"

Knowing that the ball had extremely strong spin, Huang Zhenting wanted to chop it with his backhand.

boom!
With a loud bang, the racket slammed heavily against the edge of the table.

Huang Zhenting lost his grip and dropped it to the ground.

"Wow!"

Witnessing such a brilliant goal, the audience couldn't help but gasp and cheer.

1: 6.

Huang Zhenting bent down to pick up the racket and examined it carefully.

Fortunately, there was no damage.

Continue serving.

A sneak attack with a long backhand.

Chen Jin kept a close eye on Huang Zhenting, anticipating the landing point and turning his body in advance the moment Huang served a long serve.

"Snapped!"

Forehand smash.

I thought it would be a one-shot deal.

Unexpectedly, Huang Zhenting countered with a straight line.

Even Wong Chun Ting himself didn't expect that he could actually succeed in defending by sheer luck.

Fortunately, Chen Jin reacted very quickly.

Cross step diving.

With a powerful forehand swing, he executed a strong counter-attack.

Wow, that's fun!

Wong Chun Ting was shocked again, "They can save that ball?"

It should be noted that Chen Jin just made a sideways dash, and the range of motion was relatively large.

To restore it, it naturally slows down.

Besides, I pasted a whole board of straight lines myself.

The angle is so wide that it spans the entire island of Taiwan.

In this situation, Chen Jin was still able to counter with a forehand topspin.

That reaction, that movement... perhaps only Ryu Seung-min, who went on a rampage at the Athens Olympics, could compare to it.

Huang Zhenting started from the ground, Xiang jumped back and retreated to the center of the table, and then made a hard forehand attack.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

……

The two players ran back and forth, exchanging blows in the midfield.

It's not just a contest of strength, but also a battle of changing landing points and footwork.

During the back-and-forth, Huang Zhenting used almost every possible variation in his landing point, but Chen Jin's speed was breathtaking.

Traveling across the entire island is as commonplace as eating a meal.

As the game went on for several rounds, Huang Zhenting, a veteran in his thirties, gradually ran out of energy.

The quality of their work was inferior.

Chen Jin took the opportunity to push forward from his position.

Huang Zhenting's situation became increasingly passive.

In the end, Chen Jin unleashed a powerful cross-court shot, breaking through Huang Zhenting's backhand.

7: 1.

The serve rotated and returned to Chen Jin's hands once again.

Hook serve.

The middle path is short.

Huang Zhenting performs a reverse twist diagonal line.

Chen Jin quickly tore it apart.

Huang Zhenting used this opportunity to retort.

Immediately afterwards, Huang Zhenting faced Chen Jin's stationary attack, with continuous powerful backhand flicks.

Power, rotation, speed... far surpassing Huang Zhenting.

Even the landing point remained largely unchanged.

They actually managed to break through Huang Zhenting's backhand defense.

"Whoo~"

As the score gap widened, Huang Zhenting, though mentally prepared, still felt a bit upset about being beaten like this.

"With control of the table, aggressive attacks in the first three strokes, and continuous forehand and backhand attacks, Chen Jin completely overwhelmed me."

"How can we fight this?"

For a moment, Huang Zhenting was a little stunned. "In a forehand and backhand rally, I am clearly no match for Chen Jin."

"It seems the only thing we can do is try to improve the first three boards and see if we can break through."

8: 1.

Chen Jin hooked his hook to the side and down.

Huang Zhenting dared not make a move rashly and gently shrugged.

laugh!
I wiped a dead net.

Regardless, at least we managed to salvage a point.

2: 8.

This time, Wong Chun Ting decisively changed his serve.

Hook your hand.

His posture and movements are extremely similar to Chen Jin's.

Chen Jin was taken aback: "Is this someone deliberately copying my hook serve?"

Step forward and swing short.

Unexpectedly, the ball bounced high.

"Chance!"

Huang Zhenting finally caught Chen Jin's mistake in receiving serve, and he wasn't about to let it slip away easily.

They acted decisively, rushing forward from inside the table.

"Snapped!"

This move showcased his skill to the fullest.

The ping-pong ball flew like a bullet towards Chen Jin's right side of the table.

Chen Jin makes a save, counter-attacks with his forehand.

Huang Zhenting stood firmly in the middle of the table, calmly and unhurriedly, and flicked the ball with his backhand.

"Snapped!"

Another crisp sound rang out.

A direct look at Chen Jinzhong Road.

At this moment, Chen Jin was about to return to defend with a backhand.

With a quick glance, he saw Huang Zhenting attacking the middle lane, and his movements immediately came to a halt.

He stood on one leg like a golden rooster, held his racket in front of him, and smoothly sliced ​​a shot.

Huang Zhenting sprinted diagonally to the side.

Chen Jin flicked the ball high with his backhand.

"Snapped!"

Huang Zhenting continued his aggressive attacks, attempting to pin Chen Jin firmly on his backhand side.

Knowing that if things continued this way, he would be trapped in a passive position, like a frog being slowly boiled in water, and would eventually be doomed.

Instead of doing this, it is better to give it a try.

Think of this.

Chen Jin suddenly leaped up, like a roc spreading its wings, and unleashed a powerful mid-to-long-range shot.

"Depend on!"

Huang Zhenting never expected that Chen Jin would dare to pull him back under such circumstances.

Moreover, it's a penhold grip style with a mid-to-long-range backhand.

The force was rotating, visible to the naked eye, incredibly strong.

Huang Zhenting continued to turn sideways, gathering all his strength, preparing to counterattack.

boom!
The moment the ping-pong ball hit his racket, it felt like a shot put.

Huang Zhenting clearly felt that his rubber and blade were about to be blasted through by this ball.

How could he possibly pull it back?

2: 9.

"What a powerful backhand!"

Shock reappeared in his eyes, and Huang Zhenting took a deep breath, "Our straight-back style finally has a successor."

"I hope he can go further and higher than us old-timers."

Although they were opponents, he felt a sense of joy after sensing Chen Jin's strength.

Because in Chen Jin, he finally saw hope for the future of penhold grips.

Next.

Chen Jin gave him no chance.

A flying smash and two quick attacks ended the first game.

The score was 11-2.

In the following two rounds, although Huang Zhenting went all out and used all sorts of unexpected moves, the difference in strength was undeniable, and he was ultimately no match for Chen Jin.

11: 4.

11: 1.

As the last ball of the third game landed.

Chen Jin defeated Huang Zhenting, a veteran penhold grip player, with a score of 3-0, advancing to the next round of the WTT Singapore Grand Slam.

competition is over.

Huang Zhenting was completely convinced.

This young penhold grip player in front of me, whether in terms of technique, tactics, or forehand and backhand, even if I were at my peak, I probably wouldn't be a match for him.

To have such strength at such a young age.

Being number one in the world is as easy as taking a piece of a bag.

The championships in the three major competitions are also within easy reach.

As a rare penhold grip player, seeing such a genius in today's declining penhold grip scene is truly moving.

When he shook hands with Chen Jin, a smile appeared on his lips, and his eyes were full of admiration and expectation.

"Well played."

Huang Zhenting reached out and gently patted Chen Jin's back a few times, sincerely saying, "We're getting old after all. The future of the penhold grip phone depends entirely on you."

"Thank you."

Chen Jin nodded, "I will definitely work hard and live up to your expectations."

(End of this chapter)