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

Chapter 369 Chen Jin on the field is indeed invincible!
2 month 19 day.

The Asian Cup officially kicked off at 11:00 AM.

The opening match: Sun Yingsha vs. Jian Tongjuan.

The crowds were enormous, and the cheers were deafening.

Even backstage at the stadium, the deafening sound could still be heard.

After handing the racket to the testing personnel, Chen Jin leaned against the cold wall, closed his eyes slightly, and adjusted his breathing rhythm.

The sweat hadn't completely dried; his damp hair clung to his forehead and temples.

The zipper of the yellow tracksuit jacket was zipped up all the way, covering half of the chin.

Beside him, Liu Zhiqiang stood tall with his arms crossed, quietly watching the passersby without making a sound to disturb them.

The sound of light footsteps approached from afar.

Chen Jin opened his eyes.

But at the end of the passage, Huang Zhenting and his coach walked over.

This veteran player from the Hong Kong team has a steady pace.

"Chen Jin".

Huang Zhenting waved to greet him.

Looking into Chen Jin's eyes, a complex emotion that was hard to conceal was revealed.

Solemn, awe-inspiring.

At the same time, it is also mixed with the flame of challenge that, though polished by time and failures, still refuses to be extinguished.

"Brother Ting."

Chen Jin straightened up.

His gaze calmly settled on the other person's face.

There was no disdain, nor any ostentatious display of youthful success.

Yes, it is, but it is almost pure focus.

"We've run into each other again."

Huang Zhenting smiled.

This was the second time the two had faced off.

Last time, Huang Zhenting suffered a crushing defeat and was deeply impressed by Chen Jin, still feeling lingering fear.

However, having chosen the arena, they will not easily back down.

They would not make excuses such as low blood sugar or high blood pressure to avoid the battle.

Knowing that the odds of winning this battle were slim, Huang Zhenting was still full of fighting spirit.

"Yes."

Chen Jin smiled slightly.

The two then exchanged a few more pleasantries.

They then went their separate ways without saying another word.

It wasn't until the staff reminded them: "Chen Jin and Huang Zhenting, please prepare to enter the venue."

The two stood up, exchanged a glance, and walked resolutely toward the battlefield that was constantly being scorched by spotlights and countless gazes.

The shadows of the passageway gradually faded behind us.

What greeted them was a sudden surge of cheers and applause, like a tsunami.

Above the stadium, a huge electronic screen displayed the names and world rankings of the two players.

"Whoo~"

Standing to one side of the racket, gripping it tightly, Huang Zhenting took a deep breath, his chest heaving.

I glanced across at the other side.

A youthful figure, yet the aura of a demon king!
Reaching the pinnacle of world table tennis at the age of sixteen is unprecedented.

Since his debut, he has never lost a game.

Some people even placed bets online on who could take the boy's first blood from this young demon king.

Fan Zhendong topped the list.

Of course, the support for Wang Chuqin, Zhang Benzhihe, and Moregard is also quite high.

But so far, no one has succeeded.

Despite his advanced age, Huang Zhenting, knowing full well that the odds of victory were slim, was determined to put all his strength into trying to break through Chen Jin's formidable defenses!
Game start.

Wong Chun Ting serves.

Forehand position, short sideways shot.

Chen Jin stepped forward and seized the landing point.

The body's center of gravity is extremely low.

Lower your shoulders and raise your elbows.

In a flash, the wrist suddenly exerted force.

"昘——"

Accompanied by a screeching sound of friction.

A white streak, with a strong side spin, whistled past the net.

Like a white rainbow piercing the sun, it went straight for Huang Zhenting's left half of the stage.

Huang Zhenting turned around and tried to tear it.

However, when he made his move, he couldn't catch Chen Jin's topspin loop.

laugh!
The ball went into the net.

0: 1.

Chen Jin's first point was delivered with an overwhelming and domineering force.

Habitually twirling his racket and holding it horizontally in his palm, Huang Zhenting stepped forward, touched the table with his hand, and wiped the sweat from between his fingers.

Adjust your breathing and sharpen your gaze.

"Chen Jin is so proactive right from the start, I can't back down."

Huang Zhenting's mind raced. "We must find a way to limit Chen Jin's first three moves."

Serve again.

They focused more on variations in spin and the combination of landing points, not giving Chen Jin a chance to take the initiative.

However, Chen Jin's skills are not limited to attacking.

He also handles the small balls inside the table with ease.

His footwork was as swift as the wind.

Rotating with ease, like a forest.

Its impact was as fierce as fire.

Their defense is as solid as a mountain.

The route is difficult to discern, like a shadow.

The attack was swift and decisive.

Whether it was Huang Zhenting's control within the stage or the violent arcs during the fight, Chen Jin neutralized them all by blocking, tearing, or pulling back.

Chen Jin's returns combine power and speed, with both trajectory and spin.

Each attack was accompanied by an overwhelming sense of pressure, forcing Huang Zhenting to retreat from the stage repeatedly and running around in a desperate situation.

Huang Zhenting was quickly defeated.

First game, 11:4.

Despite Huang Zhenting's best efforts, he could only score a few points.

Break between games.

Huang Zhenting sat on the sidelines, his breathing slightly rapid, exhaling a hot breath.

He tilted his head back and gulped down a large mouthful of water, his Adam's apple bobbing violently.

The coach was speaking rapidly beside him, and while he listened, his gaze involuntarily drifted towards the other side.

Chen Jin stood there quietly, taking the water bottle from Liu Zhiqiang. His movements were unhurried, and even his breathing was not visibly disordered.

That composure beyond his years was like an invisible thorn, pricking Huang Zhenting's taut nerves.

In the second game, Wong Chun Ting launched an even fiercer attack.

Reduce unnecessary control, play the ball as simply and fiercely as possible, and try to break through Chen Jin's defense with strength and fighting spirit.

His desperate playing style allowed him to succeed twice, earning him two valuable points.

But soon.

Chen Jin then countered with faster transitions, more tricky angles, and heavier force.

Backhand flick, quick tear and change of direction, forehand smash... a series of skills with no cooldown were executed as smoothly as flowing water.

Huang Zhenting felt like a small boat struggling in a raging storm, each effort to row only pushing him deeper into the whirlpool.

The score fluctuates relentlessly.

5: 2.

8: 3.

10: 4.

Chen Jin has six game points.

Huang Zhenting's chest heaved violently, sweat dripping down his temples and onto the dark blue table tennis table, spreading out in a small dark patch.

Slightly bend your knees and lower your center of gravity.

His eyes, like those of a hawk, were fixed on Chen Jin's serve.

Hook your hand.

Short ball from the side.

Huang Zhenting steeled his resolve, took a step forward, and leaned forward.

Seize the opportunity as the ball begins its descent, and unleash all your power with your fingers and wrists.

"laugh!"

Twisting and pulling in a straight line, the offensive is fierce.

This was almost his most desperate strike!
next second.

Chen Jin moved. He pushed off hard with his foot, starting with lightning speed.

He leaped towards the right side of the platform like a fully drawn bow.

With the racket in hand, moving at high speed, a sharp arc is drawn, accompanied by a whistling sound, as the ball is met with a powerful forehand smash.

"Snapped!"

A loud explosion resounded like thunder.

The small ping-pong ball, turning into a blur, accompanied by a piercing whistle that tore through the air, rushed towards Huang Zhenting's center with overwhelming force.

This shot was so powerful, so fast, and so angled that Huang Zhenting couldn't get back to defend in time.

歘!
The ball leaps forward with tremendous force the instant it hits the table.

It hit Huang Zhenting in the chest.

11: 4.

End of the second game.

On the electronic screen, the bright red score displayed "2:0," coldly proclaiming the disparity.

"Wow—"

A deafening roar of cheers and applause erupted from the audience, surging towards Chen Jin like a tidal wave.

Huang Zhenting stood there, his back slightly hunched, sweat dripping down his chin.

He raised his hand and wiped his face hard.

He wiped away the sweat and the almost overflowing sense of helplessness deep in his eyes.

I looked up and gazed at the other side of the net.

Chen Jin had already put down his racket, calmly turned around, picked up a towel, wiped his sweat, and walked towards his rest area on the sidelines.

His upright figure was as deep as a cold pool.

It was as if that earth-shattering blow just now was nothing more than something he could do casually and was not worth mentioning.

"The gap is too big."

With a wry smile on his face, Huang Zhenting walked to the sidelines, took the water bottle from the coach, and shook his head helplessly.

"fine."

The coach comforted him, saying, "This result was expected before the game. Just enjoy the game."

"Every point counts."

Anyway, the group stage is a round-robin tournament.

Even if he loses to Chen Jin, he won't be eliminated immediately; he'll still have a chance.

Having been drawn into the same group as Chen Jin, they had already prepared themselves mentally.

We don't aim for first place in the group, but rather to qualify for the next round.

The third round.

Chen Jin's performance was as stable and fierce as ever, giving his opponents no chance to breathe or turn the tide.

Decisive in action, ruthless in combat.

Despite Chen Jin's attacks, Huang Zhenting's eyes remained focused, and he gave his all with every swing and every run.

However, the gap is multifaceted.

The final score was 11-2.

The outcome of the match was decided in less than twenty minutes.

Chen Jin stepped forward and shook hands with Huang Zhenting.

"Well played."

Huang Zhenting's palms were covered in sweat.

Chen Jin on the field is indeed invincible!
"Concession."

Chen Jin's voice was calm and composed.

The rest area on the sidelines.

Seeing Chen Jin crush the opponent once again, Liu Zhiqiang stood up, straightened his clothes, and smiled easily.

"If I can continue to provide off-court guidance to Chen Jin, I can live at least twenty more years."

Liu Zhiqiang couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Unfortunately, it backfired.

The next match will be Liang Jingkun's.

"I've only enjoyed it once, and now it's time to test my heart's endurance again..."

Coach Zhiqiang sighed inwardly, "Oh, what a miserable life."

Mixed mining area.

The reporter's microphone was almost poking Chen Jin's face.

Most of the problems are formulaic.

"What are your feelings about playing as the world's number one volleyball player for the first time?"

"What's your opinion on Wong Chun Ting's performance today?"

What are your goals for this Asian Cup?

Chen Jin's answer was just like his playing style.

Simple, powerful, and watertight.

"No."

"Brother Ting is working incredibly hard."

"Play every game well."

The reporters were well aware of Chen Jin's interviewing style, which had always been the case.

Therefore, they stopped asking questions and released the person immediately.

The interview ended abruptly.

Chen Jin, carrying a backpack, left alone.

However, he did not go to the lounge.

Instead, they went straight to the training hall.

Pushing open the heavy soundproof door, a cacophony of sounds rushed into the training hall.

Standing at the door, Chen Jin's gaze swept across the room and quickly locked onto a pool table near the corner.

With Lin Shidong as his sparring partner, Xie Mingyang was practicing forehand and backhand swing speed.

On the sidelines, Wang Hao stood with his arms crossed, his brows furrowed, his gaze sharp as an eagle's, intently watching every subtle change on the table.

Chen Jin walked over quickly.

Hearing footsteps, Wang Hao turned his head and looked over. His previously tense lips immediately relaxed.

"Finished?"

Wang Hao smiled.

"Ah."

Chen Jin responded, his gaze still fixed on Xie Mingyang.

"How is the result?"

Wang Hao asked casually.

"Won."

Chen Jin's answer was calm and unperturbed.

Wang Hao was not surprised at all.

"I bet Coach Zhiqiang will be grinning from ear to ear if he can be your off-court coach."

Wang Hao laughed.

The match against Tomokazu Harimoto was of paramount importance, and Liu Guoliang personally gave the order.

As the head coach of the men's table tennis team, Wang Hao personally supervised Xie Mingyang's training, which gave Liu Zhiqiang the opportunity to provide off-court guidance to Chen Jin.

"Brother Stone has a match this afternoon, so he can't expend too much energy."

Chen Jin put down his backpack, took out his racket, and said, "Let me switch."

"Row."

Wang Hao nodded.

Immediately, Xie Mingyang and Lin Shidong were ordered to stop.

Their hair and vests were already soaked with sweat.

"Little Stone, take a rest."

Wang Hao said, "Change to Chen Jin."

"it is good."

Lin Shidong picked up his racket, walked to the sidelines, wiped his sweat, and then grabbed a water bottle and chugged it down.

At this moment, Xie Mingyang also stopped, his racket hanging at his side.

Looking at Chen Jin, sweat slid down his young and angular face, and his eyes still held a sharp fighting spirit, but also showed a slight fluctuation.

"Won?"

"Won."

"Thanks."

"Need not."

Chen Jin gently wiped his racket, as if a swordsman were caressing his treasured sword. "More than those two words, I hope you can beat Tomokazu Harimoto."

Hear the words.

Xie Mingyang's chest heaved slightly.

He suddenly gripped the racket tightly in his hand.

All the distracting thoughts seemed to dissolve in that instant with Chen Jin's words.

His eyes burned with fighting spirit.

He looked at Chen Jin and said, slowly and deliberately, with unwavering determination, "I will definitely win!"

(End of this chapter)