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

Chapter 362 Carrying the will of the remnants of the straight-board party, let's keep charging!

5: 7.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still.

Liang Jingkun remained frozen in place, still in the position after his explosive charge, like a sculpture whose soul had been instantly ripped away.

His mouth was slightly open, and his eyes were vacant.

The expression on his face, which had initially been focused and determined, was replaced by an incredulous blankness.

That powerful forehand smash was incredibly strong, with tremendous spin and incredible speed, making it arguably the strongest shot of Liang Jingkun's career.

I thought I would win with one strike.

But unexpectedly, Chen Jin miraculously pulled him back.

What shocked Liang Jingkun even more was that Chen Jin actually managed to flick a straight line with his superb touch.

At this moment, the vast venue fell into an eerie silence.

The thunderous exclamations that had erupted just seconds before seemed to have been instantly silenced by an invisible hand.

Thousands of eyes stared in disbelief at the center of the field.

Staring at the young figure who had created a miraculous return.

"Brother Jin, you're awesome!"

Sudden.

A hysterical, piercing voice shattered the silence, echoing throughout the venue.

All of a sudden.

"Wow—"

A roar powerful enough to rip off the roof of the stadium swept through like a volcanic eruption.

Applause, screams, cheers, whistles... all the sounds converged into a breathtaking torrent, wildly assaulting everyone's eardrums.

"nice shot."

Liu Guoliang and the others also smiled and applauded.

"He managed to flick the ball back."

As expected of master and apprentice, Liu Zhiqiang, like Liang Jingkun, couldn't help but smile wryly, "Chen Jin's touch is truly... amazing."

"Sigh~"

In Xuperman's live stream, after a brief silence, Xu Xin and Cheng Jingqi exchanged a glance.

A look of shock and astonishment crossed their eyes, and they both gasped in unison.

"Oh my God!"

Cheng Jingqi licked his slightly dry lips. "Da Pang's forehand smash has reached its limit in terms of power and speed."

"But Chen Jin actually drew a straight line."

"My God, that requires such terrifying foresight, such precise control of the landing point, and such powerful instantaneous adjustment ability!"

His words were filled with immense amazement.

Xu Xin let out a long breath and clapped his hands: "No need to say anything else, just look at the trajectory of the ping-pong ball after it lands."

"If it's just a counter-loop, no matter how strong the spin is, it will bounce back up when it hits the ground."

"But Chen Jin's ball, after landing, did not bounce, but skimmed along the ground, like a bowling ball, and slid straight out."

Why is this happening? Does anyone in the chat know?

"It's because Chen Jin pulled out a very strong side spin."

"Let's put it this way, even if Liang Jingkun realizes it, it's not easy for him to respond."

"In a stalemate, unless it's a pimpled rubber, it's usually a topspin-assisted pull."

"When you're in a topspin battle, if someone suddenly comes up with a sidespin, it's hard for anyone to react in time."

Xu Xin clicked his tongue in praise, "Chen Jin's shot is definitely a top five shot."

"We must applaud him."

"That was a great play."

Both on and off the field, everyone was amazed by Chen Jin's shot.

Chen Jin, however, remained unusually calm.

He exhaled softly, his chest rising and falling slightly.

He put down his racket, walked to the side, took a towel from the basket, and wiped his sweat.

His face showed no ecstasy, only a calm as if the dust had settled.

"Big Fatty gave it his all, delivering what might be the best explosive shot of his career, what a pity..."

Cheng Jingqi shook his head in regret.

"A point that was originally a sure thing for the team was scored by Chen Jin in this way. This will definitely affect Da Pang's mentality to some extent."

Xu Xin nodded. "In this round, the outcome is no longer in much suspense."

As expected.

The rest of the game became garbage time.

Taking advantage of Liang Jingkun's low morale, Chen Jin intensified his offensive.

Ruthless and fierce, with an imposing and unstoppable momentum.

Even Liang Jingkun's hitting motion became slightly distorted.

Mistakes came one after another like an avalanche.

5: 8.

9: 5.

10: 5.

5: 11.

The third game ended in just two minutes.

The score is 3-0.

Chen Jin has four championship points.

He is just one step away from winning the 2025 WTT Singapore Grand Slam men's singles title.

Break between games.

Liang Jingkun sat on the sofa, drinking water and lost in thought, his eyes deep in thought.

"I've tried everything—forehand and backhand, placement and positioning... I've used every technique and tactic imaginable, but I still can't beat them."

"It's already the fourth game. No matter what, we have to fight to the very end."

Liang Jingkun's fingers suddenly tightened, squeezing the mineral water bottle in his hand so hard it made a cracking sound.

He knew in his heart that unless Chen Jin made a mistake, it would be difficult for him to win today's match.

Even so, he was unwilling to give up easily.

Even if there's only a one in ten thousand chance, we'll give it our all!
Think of this.

Deep within Liang Jingkun's dark eyes, a flame seemed to burn.

at the same time.

In the stands, fans shouted in unison.

"Liang Jingkun, keep going!"

"Sweetie, you've come back from a 3-0 deficit to win 4-3!"

"Big Fatty, Big Fatty, riding the waves!"

……

After a short break, the game continued.

The fourth game.

Standing on the edge of the cliff, Liang Jingkun had nowhere left to retreat except to fight desperately.

However, what Liang Jingkun did not expect was...

Chen Jin shared the same idea as him.

Liang Jingkun was completely stunned by the two quick serves and attacks at the start.

"what's the situation?"

Liang Jingkun frowned deeply. "With four championship points in hand, shouldn't we prioritize stability?"

Why is he fighting even more fiercely than me?

Chen Jin did not relax at all; on the contrary, his fighting spirit became even more ferocious.

Every ball was handled meticulously, and every point was scored with utmost composure.

In terms of sheer presence, he had already intimidated Liang Jingkun.

Liang Jingkun continued running and swinging his racket.

But his movements were as heavy as if they were made of lead.

Each exertion of force was somewhat delayed.

Sweat soaked through his red battle robe, clinging to his bulging muscles, revealing exhaustion rather than strength.

The once-proud forehand and backhand power attacks now seem so weak in front of Chen Jin.

The numbers on the scoreboard jumped relentlessly, recording a one-sided massacre.

8: 0.

A breathtaking score.

Liang Jingkun was already drenched in sweat.

He never imagined that despite his best efforts, things would always go against his wishes.

It was far more brutal than the first three games.

Chen Jin stood on the left side of the table, holding the small white ping-pong ball in his left palm.

He lowered his head slightly, and wispy bangs fell across his forehead, partially obscuring his eyebrows and eyes.

He raised his eyes and calmly swept his gaze across Liang Jing's sweat-covered face.

"Whoo~"

Chen Jin let out a soft breath.

Toss the ball high into the air.

His movements remained steady as ever, without the slightest tremor.

The ball rose to its highest point, shimmering under the spotlight, and began to fall.

Chen Jin's backswing was fluid and deceptive. Just as the ball dropped to the right height, his forearm led his wrist in a swift, downward flick.

"laugh!"

A short ball with strong backspin was aimed directly at Liang Jingkun's forehand corner area.

Liang Jingkun quickly stepped forward and swiftly chopped at Chen Jin's backhand baseline.

After taking a step and leaping back, Chen Jin flicked his wrist.

But he swung his sword and missed.

Upon seeing this, Liang Jingkun was taken aback.

His shot didn't glide.

The quality of the splitting was average.

With Chen Jin's strength, he should have no problem charging forward with the board.

To everyone's surprise, Chen Jin made such a basic mistake.

"It shouldn't be..."

After a moment of surprise, Liang Jingkun immediately realized, "He's letting the ball go."

After all, the score in the fourth game had reached a rather awkward point.

As teammates and seniors, it wouldn't look good to lose 11-0 in a competition of this level.

Moreover, Chen Jin's acting skills in letting the ball go have clearly improved a lot.

When serving, at least the ball wasn't tossed up and smashed directly under the table.

Moreover, they chose this score.

This prevented Liang Jingkun from having to pay the difference.

8: 1.

Liang Jingkun's fighting spirit vanished instantly.

With such a huge point difference and Chen Jin as the opponent, a comeback would be virtually impossible.

For the next few balls, Liang Jingkun calmed down.

He actually won by two points again.

But in the end, it was all in vain, and there was no way to reverse the situation.

With Chen Jin's final backhand smash down the crosscourt, it was like a precisely guided missile, instantly blasting through Liang Jingkun's backhand position.

The score is now 11-3.

The score is 4-0.

Chen Jin once again defeated Liang Jingkun, one of the "Five Tigers of the Paris Olympics".

Win the 2025 WTT Singapore Grand Slam Men's Singles Title!

The instant the ball hits the ground.

The lights were bright, illuminating the entire venue.

"Wow—"

The huge stadium erupted in cheers.

The applause and cheers, like a tsunami, swept through every corner, deafeningly loud.

"Whoo~"

Chen Jin stood still, slowly lowered his arm that was holding the racket, and clenched his fist tightly.

Apart from that, there were no other unnecessary celebratory actions.

Then, the usual calm returned.

It was as if the victory before him had nothing to do with him.

He lowered his head and wiped his racket with his hand.

The movements were gentle, as if handling a rare treasure.

The spotlights chased after him relentlessly, enveloping his young and upright figure in a halo of divine light.

A new king is crowned, radiating brilliance!
On the other side of the table.

Liang Jingkun stood still, looked up, and gazed at the somewhat dazzling ceiling.

A hint of regret appeared on his face.

But more than anything, I feel relieved.

His performance has been unsatisfactory since the Paris Olympics.

It even made him doubt himself at one point.

Fortunately, Liu Zhiqiang's encouragement helped him regain his confidence.

This Singapore Grand Slam is the first tournament of the new year.

I'm already very satisfied with making it to the finals.

Losing to Chen Jin was entirely expected.

Therefore, there are not many regrets.

Anyway, I've done my best and have a clear conscience.

The reason they couldn't win was simply because they were less skilled; they were simply no match for their opponents.

"Well played."

Liang Jingkun stepped forward, extended his right hand, and smiled sincerely at Chen Jin, saying, "Congratulations."

"Thank you."

Having shed his murderous aura, Chen Jin reverted to his harmless demeanor, smiling as he lightly gave Liang Jingkun a high five.

Afterwards, he shook hands with the referee.

As he walked to the sidelines, he waved to the audience.

All of a sudden.

Cheers spread.

"Brother Jin, you're awesome!"

Zhang Jiahao shouted hoarsely in the crowd.

His voice was already hoarse, but it couldn't hide the excitement and joy in his heart.

"They won the championship again."

Li Qian was both pleased and moved, saying, "This must be Chen Jin's seventh WTT championship."

Looking back six months ago, during the U16 selection tournament, who could have imagined that Chen Jin would be so invincible?

With an undefeated record, they successfully reached the top and took the world number one spot!

At the same time, it also broke many table tennis records.

Youngest world number one in history, fastest time, undefeated...

Even more terrifying.

Many records are still being kept.

Looking at Chen Jin on the field from afar, Xie Mingyang smiled slightly: "Congratulations, world number one..."

A glint of light flashed in his eyes.

"One day, I will stand at the top of the world, just like you."

A flame surged within Xie Mingyang's heart, burning fiercely.

He never forgot the promise he made with Chen Jin to "meet at the summit".

Now, Chen Jin is at the top.

The distance between Xie Mingyang and Chen Jin seems to be growing ever wider.

However, he was not discouraged at all.

Instead, they are full of fighting spirit.

Moreover, his steps toward the summit never faltered.

He firmly believed that one day he would reach the summit and meet Chen Jin there!
……

Congratulations to Chen Jin on winning the championship again!

"Number One in the World, New King Ascends the Throne!"

"Our Chinese national table tennis team finally has a successor for the penhold grip!"

"After eleven years, a penhold grip player has once again reached the world number one ranking... Chen Jin, awesome!"

"Wishing Chen Jin the best of luck in winning the World Cup and World Table Tennis Championships!"

Xuperman's live stream.

The barrage of comments filled the screen.

Virtual gifts and special effects exploded wildly, almost flooding the screen.

Its popularity has once again broken its peak.

Xu Xin leaned back in his chair, let out a long breath, and after a while said, "Too strong."

"If Chen Jin can maintain this momentum all the way to the World Cup and the World Table Tennis Championships... my God, I really can't imagine it."

"The key point is, he's only sixteen years old."

"The future holds infinite possibilities."

His voice was steady and powerful, carrying a clarity that cut through the noise, as well as longing and expectation.

In the era of 40+ ball size, the penhold grip has declined and has almost disappeared from the court.

The last penhold grip player to win a major championship was Xu Xin twelve years ago.

I originally thought that from now on, the penhold grip would never have a chance to rise again.

Even, it is about to retire from the history of table tennis.

However, Chen Jin's sudden emergence rekindled the hopes of penhold grip players.

This time in particular, the penhold grip player once again reached the top of the world rankings.

The glory of the penhold grip shines once again on the court!

As a remnant of the penhold grip style, how could Xu Xin not be moved?
"Go for it, Chen Jin!"

Xu Xin said in a deep voice, "Being number one in the world is not the end."

"There are even higher mountains ahead, waiting for you to climb; and even wider rivers, waiting for you to traverse!"

"With the will of us penhold grip players who are still struggling, let's keep pushing towards the three major championships, towards the glory of the Grand Slam, and towards the Super Grand Slam!"

(End of this chapter)