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

Chapter 380 Since you're not dignified, I'll help you be dignified!
When the clock struck six in the afternoon.

The referee signaled for both players to enter the arena.

When Yukiya Uda finally stepped onto the center of the field.

When he stood in front of Chen Jin, he realized how pale and powerless all his previous mental preparation had been.

Chen Jin held his racket, stood tall, slightly raised his eyes, and calmly swept his gaze over Yukiya Uda.

That gaze wasn't sharp, nor was it deliberately intimidating; rather, it was like a bottomless, icy pool that instantly seized Yukiya Uda's mind.

A tremendous, invisible sense of oppression swept in like a tidal wave, instantly engulfing Yukiya Uda.

Cold sweat soaked my palms.

My heart was pounding wildly in my chest, the sound almost drowning out the cheers of the fans in the stadium.

Toss a coin to guess who will go first.

Chen Jin has the right to serve.

Pre-match warm-up practice.

Yukiya Uda was a bit nervous and made a series of mistakes.

Kishikawa Seiya, sitting on the sidelines, couldn't help but frown: "Is Chen Jin's pressure really that strong?"

Unfortunately, he is no longer a player and can no longer experience the competition firsthand.

0: 0.

Game start.

Chen Jin's first serve was still a hook shot.

The movements were concise, without any unnecessary flourishes or frills.

Toss the ball upwards and flick your wrist slightly.

The moment the ball leaves the racket, it spins with an indescribable gentleness, drifting and seemingly slow, without any lethality.

However, after clearing the net and bouncing off the table, the ball suddenly and strangely accelerated downwards.

"What a bizarre spin!"

Yukiya Uda's pupils suddenly contracted.

Step forward, lowering your center of gravity.

Although it was his first time playing against Chen Jin, he was very clear that if he wanted to win more points from Chen Jin, he couldn't play too conservatively.

Therefore, we must take the initiative to strike, so that we have a chance to catch the other party off guard.

Relax your shoulders and raise your elbows, tucking your wrists inward.

The reverse twisting motion is already in place.

But, at the very moment the ball was touched...

"laugh!"

The ping-pong ball seemed like a wad of water-soaked cotton, softly bumping against his rubber.

Immediately afterwards, the return shot went into the net.

"Turn it like this?"

Yukiya Uda was somewhat taken aback and subconsciously looked down at his racket.

There was no dust or sweat.

He had anticipated that Chen Jin's serve would have strong backspin.

When twisting and pulling, the fingers and wrists increase friction.

To his surprise, the spin was much stronger than he had imagined.

1: 0.

Yukiya Uda looked up at the opposite side.

Chen Jin remained expressionless as he caught the ping-pong ball thrown by the assistant referee and calmly walked to his serving position.

Serve again.

The same old hook hand.

This time, Yukiya Uda was well-prepared and his focus was even more intense.

Take a quick step forward and twist the middle.

Chen Jin subtly adjusted his footwork and tore open the corner of the net.

With a cross step, Yukiya Uda leaped onto the left side of the platform at incredible speed, then charged sideways.

The trajectory is low and flat, and the speed is astonishing.

They went straight for Chen Jin's backhand side.

Chen Jin stood still, seemingly motionless.

But in fact, the body's center of gravity had already been adjusted to the correct position.

Facing the incoming ball, curl your wrist inward.

Seizing the high point, using the opponent's momentum against them, a backhand smash, and a devastating blow.

"Snapped!"

With a loud, thunderous crack.

Yukiya Uda's thunderous charge was effortlessly countered by Chen Jin's straight-line thud.

"Nani?!"

Yukiya Uda clearly did not expect that his all-out forehand smash would be as weak and powerless as a three-year-old's fist in front of Chen Jin.

Driven by instinct, they frantically rushed to the rescue.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

The small ping-pong ball, like a white lightning bolt, instantly pierced through the void, smashing through the right half of the table for Yukiya Uda.

0: 2.

Looking at Chen Jinru's nonchalant expression, as if to say, "I haven't even exerted myself yet, and you've already collapsed," Yuda Yukiya suddenly felt a surge of powerlessness.

This is a confrontation on a completely different level!

A one-sided thrashing!

"No!"

Yukiya Uda shook his head vigorously, as if trying to shake all distracting thoughts out of his mind. "The competition has only just begun, I still have a chance."

"How can we be easily intimidated by our opponents!"

Think of this.

Uda Yukiya cheered up.

The flame in his eyes was rekindled.

Such spirit is commendable, but it pales in comparison to the disparity in strength.

In the following matches, no matter how fiercely Yukiya Uda fought, Chen Jin anticipated and calculated his every move.

Despite giving it their all, mobilizing every muscle, fighting and charging, roaring as they made their saves.

But the numbers on the scoreboard jumped coldly and mercilessly.

11: 2.

11: 3.

11: 3.

The three games have ended.

Yukiya Uda's total points from each game were only 8.

Yukiya Uda stood by the pool table, his hands on his knees, panting heavily.

Sweat streamed down his face like a brook, gathering at his chin and dripping down.

He raised his head, his gaze passing over the net to the figure opposite him, whose breathing remained steady.

It was as if Chen Jin had only had a light warm-up session of less than twenty minutes in the three games.

A tremendous sense of frustration and powerlessness, like vines, wrapped around him, making it almost impossible for Yukiya Uda to breathe.

"With my current strength, let alone defeating Chen Jin, even winning a single game is a pipe dream."

Now, Yukiya Uda has to admit that his opponent is simply too strong, truly deserving of the title of the "Grand Demon King" of table tennis.

He then realized how remarkable it was that Matsushima Teru had managed to score nine points against Chen Jin in a best-of-five match.

“In the first three games, I only scored eight points. If it were a best-of-five series, I would have already lost the bet.”

Yukiya Uda secretly rejoiced, "Luckily, the quarterfinals are best-of-seven."

"If I can get two more points in the fourth game, I can beat Matsushima..."

"Yoshi!"

Yukiya Uda clenched his fists, his eyes resolute. "Two points shouldn't be a problem for me."

Faced with Chen Jin, a formidable opponent, his pre-match ambitions could only be dashed as he continued to be relegated.

At the same time, a desperate, all-or-nothing determination erupted from the deepest part of his heart.

In the fourth round, Yukiya Uda abandoned all tactics and only engaged in an even more frantic battle.

With every shot, he exerted all his strength, throwing himself into the effort without regard for anything else.

The angle needs to be the most tricky!

It needs to be as fast as possible!
The spin needs to be at its strongest!
……

At this moment, Yukiya Uda was like a trapped beast driven to the brink of despair, swinging his racket in a series of afterimages.

Unfortunately, things rarely go as planned. Faced with Chen Jin's impenetrable defenses, Yukiya Uda's completely irrational fighting was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

Every desperate charge felt like deliberately walking into a trap the opponent had already set up, only to be easily defended.

Then the opponent seized an opening and killed him with a single sword strike.

The score, like a cold noose, is tightening round and round.

0: 1.

2: 0.

3: 0.

0: 4.

0: 5.

……

In the blink of an eye, the score had reached 10-0.

Chen Jin's match point.

The buzzing discussions in the stands, which had been somewhat subdued due to the disparity in strength, suddenly fell silent when the glaring score was announced.

Countless gazes were focused on Yukiya Uda, whose body was trembling slightly.

Sweat completely blurred Yukiya Uda's vision. He blinked hard before he could barely make out the terrifying number on the referee's stand.

A surge of intense sorrow rushed into my nasal cavity, and my eyes instantly became burning hot.

Everything in my line of sight began to distort and shake.

Yukiya Uda bit her lower lip hard, using all her strength to keep the sob from escaping her throat.

Despair washed over me like a cold tide.

Win a game?

Idiot's dream!

Two points?
Arabian Nights!

Now, even a single point... has become a luxury!

Matsushima Teru's gloating face seemed to be right in front of me.

The vow to "hand-wash my underwear for a year" was like a demonic siren.

"Two points... I only need two points..."

Yukiya Uda gritted his teeth, his gums almost bleeding. "Can't you even do this?"

the other side.

As Chen Jin gripped the ball, he seemed to hear Yukiya Uda's desperate screams from within.

The serve motion pauses slightly.

There was silence for two seconds.

Throw the ball.

Intro.

As the ping-pong ball landed in front of him, Chen Jin flicked his wrist slightly.

But he swung his sword and missed.

The small white ball fell to the ground.

Chen Jin remained expressionless as he bent down to pick up the ball.

10: 1.

Such a serve error would never occur to a world-class player.

Even a blind man could see that Chen Jin deliberately conceded points to give his opponent a final sliver of dignity.

There were no cheers or applause.

This handicap play actually made the atmosphere on the field even more delicate.

Almost everyone's eyes, like spotlights, were fixed on Yukiya Uda.

Yukiya Uda stood there, his face alternating between red and white.

Deep within his eyes, there was a struggle.

How to do?
Is it like the "tacit understanding" that is implicitly agreed upon in all traditional table tennis matches, where after the opponent clearly gives away points, the player takes the initiative to "return the point" in the next point to show sportsmanship and preserve the last bit of pitiful dignity?

Or... should we shamelessly ignore this blatant "charity" and continue fighting to earn a second point?
soon.

Yukiya Uda then made his decision: "After Chen Jin gave me the point, he thought I would return the point. He will definitely not be on guard against me on his next serve, and I can win easily."

"Compared to sportsmanship on the field, I'd rather spend the next year like a servant washing Matsushima's underwear!"

A surge of courage, or perhaps the madness of being driven to the brink of despair, suddenly rushed up to Yukiya Uda's head.

His eyes instantly became bloodshot, his jaw clenched, and the muscles on his face twisted and deformed from the extreme struggle and ferocity.

"Chen Jin, I'm so sorry!"

The decision has been made.

Yukiya Uda slightly bent his knees, lowered his center of gravity, and prepared to receive the serve.

Forehand position.

Halfway through the performance.

Yukiya Uda's eyes suddenly blazed with murderous intent.

The body launches like a cannonball.

He used every last bit of strength he had left to pour everything into his left arm.

A powerful forehand smash, whistling through the air.

"Snapped!"

The ping-pong ball, with a sharp whooshing sound, shot straight at Chen Jin's backhand corner baseline like an arrow released from a bow.

This strike was swift and ruthless!

It exudes a resolute determination, as if it would last as long as heaven and earth and perish together with jade and stone!
"Wow—"

A chorus of boos immediately erupted from the crowd.

No one expected that, despite Chen Jin's obvious concessions, Yukiya Uda not only refused to surrender but also dared to fight back.

"Oops!"

Even Wang Hao, who was watching from the sidelines, couldn't help but frown when he saw this ball.

however.

In Chen Jin's eyes, the trajectory of Yukiya Uda's desperate attack was already as clear as a chess piece on a chessboard.

Just as Yukiya Uda swung his racket.

Chen Jin had already figured it out.

Start walking and slowly take your position.

"Since you're not dignified, then I'll help you be dignified!"

A murderous aura emanated from Chen Jin.

Like a dragon's roar, like a howl, it instantly filled every corner of the arena.

"Snapped!"

A white streak, faster, more precise, and more deadly than Yukiya Uda's attack, tore through the air with overwhelming force.

Before Yukiya Uda could even retract his racket and regain his balance, the ping-pong ball slammed into the wide-open space on his backhand side.

The white ball landed on the table and immediately made a loud, thunderous sound.

Immediately, he burst forth.

11: 1.

Clean and swift, a single, decisive strike to the throat!
Yukiya Uda remained frozen in place, his body still leaning forward after the fight, as if all his bones had been emptied out in an instant.

He watched helplessly as the ball traced a desperate arc in his field of vision and flew away in an instant.

The color drained from his face instantly, leaving only a deathly pale ashes.

The hand holding the racket fell limply to the ground with a thud.

The sounds of the whole world seemed to disappear, leaving only the slow, heavy thumping of my heart in my chest, bringing waves of dizziness and a cold, numb sensation.

ended……

it's all over……

They didn't even care about saving face, but in the end they still couldn't win the crucial point!
The score is 0-4.

He only scored 9 points in four games.

Not a penny more, not a penny less, so precise it seemed as if it had been meticulously designed.

"Chen Jin!"

I love you!

Just then, an excited voice suddenly rang out, breaking through the cheers in the stadium.

It's Matsushima Teru.

At the moment the game ended, he suddenly jumped up from his seat, gesturing wildly and shouting.

Like a fanatical fan.

(End of this chapter)