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

Chapter 372 The Decisive Victory! Xie Mingyang's Overlord Twist!

Pause back.

Zhang Benzhihe was bathed in the fighting spirit of a warrior facing death in the sunset.

He stood facing Xie Mingyang from afar.

The two seemed like the last remaining warriors on the battlefield, their rackets like swords aimed at each other.

The match entered its most brutal close-quarters combat.

Both sides' attacks were almost entirely driven by the most ferocious intent to kill, with each side aiming to annihilate the other.

The score was like climbing a cliff, rising alternately, each step fraught with suspense.

8: 7.

Xie Mingyang is in the lead.

8: 8.

8: 9.

Tomokazu Harimoto is in the lead.

9: 9.

The air freezes.

The crucial moment for a decisive battle has arrived once again.

"Whoo~"

Even Xie Mingyang, who is usually as cold as an iceberg, couldn't help but feel a little nervous at this moment.

The hand holding the ball trembled slightly.

He exhaled a long breath, forcing himself to calm down.

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

There was total silence.

Almost everyone's eyes were focused on the ping-pong ball in Xie Mingyang's palm.

Holding their breath, looking tense.

Xie Mingyang tossed the ball up and turned his waist to prepare his racket.

"laugh!"

Short forehand stroke, reverse spin.

Zhang Benzhihe cautiously took a short step.

Xie Mingyang showed no mercy, twisting and pulling the diagonal line.

Tomokazu Harimoto's recent reversal of fortunes.

Xie Mingyang countered with a backhand.

With a flick of his wrist, Zhang Benzhihe tore the paper into a straight line.

This move came extremely suddenly.

It moved with incredible speed, like a shooting star, sweeping across Xie Mingyang's right side of the table.

Xie Mingyang leaped and dived, barely managing to save the ball.
The quality of the return shot was not ideal.

"Chance!"

With a sudden surge of murderous intent in his eyes, Zhang Benzhihe slid to the side at lightning speed and unleashed a powerful forehand smash.

Snapped!
The force penetrated the baseboard, and the sound shook the heavens.

The ping-pong ball suddenly transformed into a cannonball, instantly blasting through Xie Mingyang's backhand.

"9:10."

The referee raised his hand to signal.

Tomokazu Harimoto took the lead and reached game point.

"Zhu--"

A roar, like a tiger howling in the mountains, burst forth from Zhang Benzhihe's mouth, filled with catharsis and excitement, its momentum surging.

The pressure, like a massive boulder, weighed heavily on Xie Mingyang's mind.

Xie Mingyang stood still, lowered his head slightly, grabbed the hem of his jersey, and wiped the waterfall of sweat from his face.

Then, he slowly raised his head.

There was not a trace of panic in his eyes.

All that remained was a frozen, serene silence.

Beneath the calm surface lies an inextinguishable raging fire.

"Don't rush, don't panic..."

Lin Shidong, standing in the stands, muttered to himself, repeating himself in a low voice.

He said this, but a hint of nervousness was clearly visible on his face.

"There's one more serve..."

"If we can make good use of this serve and tie the score, we will still have a chance."

"Why don't we be bolder and just steal the growth?"

"No, no, no, at this point in the game, Tomokazu Harimoto will definitely be targeting long balls."

"Ideally, it would be a no-turnover option... but wouldn't that be a bit too conservative?"

"How about a backspin?"

Compared to Lin Shidong's nervousness, Chen Jin, sitting next to him, remained calm throughout.

A competition is a competition for the players.

These spectators can never truly replace the feelings of the athletes on the field.

Chen Jin firmly believes that with Xie Mingyang's strength, even when he is behind in the deciding game, he will still be able to find the best solution.

"Keep it up, Lao Xie!"

Chen Jin thought to himself.

In the end, Xie Mingyang did not risk stealing the growth.

Instead, he served a very standard forehand side-short serve.

The ball landed in an arc, and the opponent did not gain match point, resulting in a chaotic situation.

"Short-haired?"

"Or twist and pull?"

The same problem also faced Tomokazu Harimoto.

After a fierce internal struggle, Tomokazu Harimoto finally opted for a more conservative approach to receiving serves.

Position the ball short through the middle.

Just as the ball hit the table.

Xie Mingyang made a move.

He slammed his right foot off the ground and charged forward like a cheetah hunting its prey.

The person's center of gravity was lowered extremely, almost parallel to the table tennis table.

Hold the racket with your elbow raised high.

Draw your wrist back to the side to hit the ball.

Thighs, waist, abdomen, fingers, wrists... the entire body was strained to its limit.

Seize the opportunity during the early stages of the ball's descent.

Sudden.

His forearm lashed out like a whip.

"laugh--"

The instant the racket contacts the ball.

The friction sound was sharp and piercing.

Whoosh!
A white lightning bolt, with an indescribable strong lateral rotation and incredible forward speed, suddenly ripped through the air.

This shot was not a typical topspin curve.

Rather, they were both endowed with a domineering and almost invincible will.

As fierce and unparalleled as thunder.

With a piercing shriek that seemed to tear everything apart, it broke through the net and shot towards Tomokazu Harimoto's center in an exaggerated C-shaped arc, like a ferocious tiger baring its fangs and claws.

Tomokazu Harimoto originally intended to pull back from the side.

Unexpectedly, the side spin of this ball was completely beyond his imagination.

Too fast!

This is amazing!

That's so unreasonable!

The small ping-pong ball, like a precision-guided cannonball, bypassed Zhang Benzhihe's racket and flew out in a whoosh.

boom!
Before Zhang Benzhihe could react.

The ball had already exploded off the barrier behind him with a dull thud.

10: 10.

The suspense of the match was kept alive by Xie Mingyang himself.

"Wow—"

The entire Universiade Center Gymnasium seemed to have been hit by a depth charge, instantly boiling over.

The cheers almost burst through the roof.

"This ball...this ball is..." "A domineering twist?!"

"My God! It looks so much like him! I thought that man had returned to the competition."

……

A smile bloomed on Chen Jin's calm face as he murmured to himself, "My trip to Ningbo last time was definitely worthwhile."

On the playing field.

Across from the pool table.

Zhang Benzhihe remained frozen in place.

Watching the ball roll toward the sidelines, my pupils suddenly contracted, and my heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by a cold, iron hand.

That white arc, exuding an aura of destruction, was so familiar.

Even though he had won both battles, the domineering aura emanating from that man was like a bone-deep infection, deeply imprinted on his soul and never truly dissipated.

Years later, this shadow has once again clung to his young opponent in such a domineering way, surging towards him with the flames of revenge.

A chill ran down Zhang Benzhihe's spine and up to his head.

The air seemed to have solidified.

Sweat was about to drip into his eyes, so Xie Mingyang reached out and wiped it clean. His eyes were sharp as an eagle's, fixed on the figure on the other side of the net.

That earth-shattering, domineering twist not only pierced through Zhang Benzhihe's defenses, but also completely ignited the fighting spirit in his blood.

"Zhang Benjun, that was just done!"

Seiya Kishikawa stood up and shouted hoarsely at Tomokazu Harimoto's back.

"Xie Mingyang!"

Not to be outdone, Wang Hao clapped enthusiastically, shouting, "Go for it!"

The two coaches, though physically present on the sidelines, were engaged in a fierce battle of wits.

The serve returned to Tomokazu Harimoto.

Although his mentality and spirit had been severely torn open by that domineering twist.

However, years of honing his skills in top-level competitions allowed him to forcefully suppress his surging emotions.

After careful consideration.

Zhang Benzhihe played cautiously and opted for a safer approach, serving a short, non-spinning ball down the middle.

Xie Mingyang made a fuss.

Zhang Benzhihe splits a long spear.

Xie Mingyang launched a backhand attack.

Tomokazu Harimoto quickly tore apart the opponent's defenses.

This shot was a desperate, ruthless effort, with high speed and a low trajectory, attempting to suppress Xie Mingyang's middle position.

However, Xie Mingyang seemed to have anticipated this.

His footwork was like a ghost's, a swift side step back, his arm extended and lowered, meeting the incoming ball with a fierce backhand smash.

"Snapped!"

With tremendous power and a tricky angle, it struck directly at a wide angle on Tomokazu Harimoto's forehand side.

At this moment, Tomokazu Harimoto also displayed amazing reaction and pace.

With a cross step, he leaped and pounced.

I managed to get a shot off with my forehand just as the ball was descending.

The ping-pong ball, with a strong arc, soared high over the net, landing deep and heading straight for Xie Mingyang's right side of the table.

"Well done!"

Xie Mingyang's eyes narrowed, and he didn't hesitate at all.

He quickly adjusted his position with his feet and leaned back slightly to gather strength.

The arm is drawn back behind the player, like a fully drawn bow.

Facing the ball that was spinning and falling sharply, the core of the waist and abdomen suddenly exerted force, causing the whole body to swing out like a whip.

"Snapped!"

A dull thud resounded across the pool table.

Penetrating the base plate.

The ball flashed like lightning, piercing the void.

It slashed fiercely at Zhang Benzhihe's middle lane.

fast!
quasi!
ruthless!
Zhang Benzhihe's body had just recovered from his diving save, and his feet were not even fully stable.

whoosh-

The ball flew past my eyes.

However, Zhang Ben was powerless to do anything about it.

There is no more painful thing in the world than this.

11: 10.

Xie Mingyang took the lead and reached match point.

"Choo-hoo!"

"Zhu--"

Xie Mingyang growled.

He clenched his right fist and swung it down hard.

Sweat splattered with his movements, glistening under the spotlight.

The pressure, like a landslide and a tsunami, was transferred to Tomokazu Harimoto.

He stood on the table, racket in hand, his face somewhat pale.

Sweat dripped down his temples, and his chest heaved violently.

He squeezed his eyes shut.

When it opened its eyes again, all that remained was a desperate, mad gamble.

He immediately bent down and stared intently at Xie Mingyang.

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

The sound of the ping-pong ball bouncing on the table was like the heartbeats of the two people.

Xie Mingyang grabbed the ball and tossed it high into the air.

Reverse rotation.

The forehand is short.

Zhang Benzhihe stepped forward and swayed gently.

Suddenly, Xie Mingyang moved.

It still started up as fast as lightning.

He pushed off with his right foot and lunged forward.

The center of gravity is extremely low.

Lower your shoulders and raise your elbows.

Pull your wrists back and gather power in your waist and abdomen.

"Does he want to do that 'tyrant' trick again?"

This thought, like a thunderclap, exploded in Tomokazu Harimoto's mind.

Fear gripped his heart instantly.

His body subconsciously moved half a step toward the open space in his forehand position.

Prepare to face that earth-shattering blow.

however.

Just at the moment the ball was touched.

Xie Mingyang's wrist underwent an extremely subtle change.

From the extreme inward twisting and wrapping, it transforms into a rapid wrist flick and downward chop.

"laugh!"

The friction sound was short and sharp.

The control of power is truly wondrous.

The ping-pong ball traced a low, flat arc in the air, like a precise scalpel, slicing towards Tomokazu Harimoto's backhand baseline.

Fake action!
A perfect deception!
Tomokazu Harimoto shifted his center of gravity towards his forehand position in advance, anticipating the powerful topspin flick.

At this point, it was too late to rush back to the backhand position to save this long and powerful chop.

He desperately stretched out his racket, staggering, but it was too late.

I could only watch helplessly as the ball bounced lightly near the backhand sideline and then rolled limply to the ground.

12: 10.

The score is 3-2.

"Zhu--"

Xie Mingyang could no longer contain himself.

He suddenly threw the racket in his hand high into the air.

He spread his arms wide, looked up at the sky, and let out a roar that seemed to pierce the clouds and split rocks.

The voice was filled with the exhaustion of a five-game battle, the elation of a comeback from a desperate situation, the excitement of defeating a powerful opponent, and the complete release of all suppressed emotions.

Like a war god who has just fought a bloody battle and defeated a powerful enemy, he shines brightly under the spotlight!
(End of this chapter)