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

Chapter 386 When paths cross, only a fight will suffice!

The third round.

Xie Mingyang's tactical style suddenly changed.

The fierce fighting has vanished.

Instead, there is an almost grueling in-system control system.

Wang Chuqin served first.

Xie Mingyang stopped forcibly twisting and pulling, and instead flicked his wrist lightly to precisely swing the wrist short.

The ping-pong ball floated down near the net on Wang Chuqin's forehand side, spinning strongly and almost touching the net as it fell.

This arrangement has a delicate feel and excellent control.

Wang Chuqin was forced to step forward, but he was also unable to get a hand to the opponent and could only swing back with a single move.

Xie Mingyang continues to control the short term.

Wang Chuqin posed for a half-stage performance.

"Chance!"

Xie Mingyang's eyes sharpened.

Without the slightest hesitation, he lunged forward like a tiger descending a mountain.

The racket in hand is swung through the air.

"Snapped!"

A powerful forehand smash down the crosscourt.

Wang Chuqin quickly used his backhand to defend, and the ball flew out of bounds.

0: 1.

Second serve.

Wang Chuqin changed the landing point, aiming directly for the center line.

However, Xie Mingyang remained calm and composed, controlling Wang Chuqin's left half of the table.

Wang Chuqin stopped fighting inside the arena and instead chopped down Xie Mingyang's mid-line baseline.

Xie Mingyang quickly stepped back half a step, met the incoming ball, lowered his right arm, and swung forward with a backhand.

Wang Chuqin turned and pulled back.

Xie Mingyang held firm at mid-to-close range, using a quick forehand drive.

Using the opponent's force against them, the ball moves at extremely high speed.

Moreover, the trajectory is low and flat, and the landing point is close to the body.

It landed precisely under Wang Chuqin's armpit, in the middle of his forehand position.

This position is very uncomfortable.

Wang Chuqin's body was blocked by the incoming ball, and he couldn't switch between forehand and backhand in time. He awkwardly blocked the ball with his backhand.

The ball hit the net and went out of bounds.

2: 0.

Xie Mingyang controlled the game by varying the placement of the ball within the table and the landing points, scoring two points in quick succession at the start.

No matter how fierce Wang Chuqin's first three moves were, it was like punching cotton, unable to exert his strength.

"As it turns out, this tactical approach was correct."

Xie Mingyang's confidence soared.

In the subsequent matches, they implemented the tactics to the end.

Combine long and short, fast and slow.

With precise changes in spin and landing point, the rhythm of Wang Chuqin's winning first three fast attacks was completely disrupted.

Wang Chuqin's signature fast-paced style of play was significantly less effective against Xie Mingyang's sticky, swamp-like defensive counter-attacks.

Xie Mingyang was as steady as a rock, his defense was impenetrable.

However, once an opportunity is seized, the counterattack is swift and ruthless.

They defeated Prince Zhang, Chu Qin, in a series of retreats.

The score climbed steadily.

3: 0.

1: 3.

1: 4.

5: 1.

5: 2.

2: 6.

After a fierce battle, Xie Mingyang gained a huge lead at the start.

However, Wang Chuqin was no ordinary person.

It has an extremely strong ability to adapt.

Although they were behind, there was no panic in their eyes, only a fierce and calm demeanor born from being driven to the brink of despair.

The serve returned to Wang Chuqin.

The forehand is short.

Do not forward.

Faced with Xie Mingyang's attempts to undermine him, Wang Chuqin no longer pursued control of the station.

The body's center of gravity shifts forward suddenly.

Risking a mistake, he unleashed his full wrist power and delivered a brutal, explosive lob to the short ball that had just bounced up.

"Snapped!"

The ball flew like a cannonball, hurtling towards Xie Mingyang's backhand baseline.

Xie Mingyang's return shot went into the net.

3: 6.

"Choo-hoo!"

Wang Chuqin roared.

His eyes were filled with ferocity and murderous intent.

Followed by.

Serve again.

A rapid, long run, attacking down the middle.

Xie Mingyang managed to get up, but the arc he took was too high.

After serving, Wang Chuqin seemed to be possessed by a gambler, disregarding everything else, turning to the side beforehand and unleashing a powerful forehand smash.

"Snapped!"

The ping-pong ball grazed the edge and flew out.

6: 4.

Faced with Xie Mingyang's control-oriented playing style, Wang Chuqin completely simplified his own tactics.

He either forces his way in and fights, or he uses his positioning and momentum to force Xie Mingyang to take the initiative first, and then he counterattacks with a higher quality and more desperate return.

He abandoned all complex tactics, leaving only the most primal power, speed, and ruthless determination to survive against all odds.

Simplify the complex and overcome the ingenious with force.

This aggressive style of play is extremely risky, but once successful, it can create an unstoppable momentum.

Moreover, Wang Chuqin is in excellent form.

Xie Mingyang's carefully constructed control tactics were torn apart and on the verge of collapse by this simple and brutal offensive style of play.

Wang Chuqin's roars echoed repeatedly throughout the stadium.

Each time he won a fight, he was met with thunderous cheers from his supporters.

Wang Chuqin tenaciously turned the tide, bit by bit.

7: 7.

8:8.
9: 9.

10: 10.

……

The score remained tied at 12-12.

The air seemed to freeze, and every breath carried the smell of gunpowder.

Wang Chuqin serves.

Middle lane, slightly off-hand.

Side down.

Xie Mingyang reverses his grip and pulls the diagonal line.

Wang Chuqin quickly tore through the middle lane.

Xie Mingyang moved with lightning speed, widening his stance, and executed a forehand reverse loop.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

……

The entire island was mobilized for a forehand exchange.

The power is increasing, and the ball speed is getting faster and faster.

Inside the stadium, only the intense sounds of hitting the ball could be heard.

The two players engaged in a seven-round back-and-forth rally.

Xie Mingyang had retreated to the middle of the table and unleashed a powerful forehand smash, attempting to create a wider angle.

However, Wang Chuqin swiftly stepped forward, blocking the front of the stage, and used the momentum to quickly move forward.

"Snapped!"

The ball flew like lightning, hurtling towards Xie Mingyang's forehand corner baseline.

The speed was so fast that it was difficult to see with the naked eye.

Xie Mingyang flashed across the entire stage in an instant.

Unfortunately, they were ultimately half a step too slow.

12: 13.

Wang Chuqin has once again reached match point.

Switch sides and serve.

Xie Mingyang tried to steal a length, but Wang Chuqin spotted him and charged sideways.

14: 12.

The score was 2-1. Wang Chuqin clenched his fist, raised it high above his head, and declared his victory to the entire stadium.

This move once again ignited the emotions of fans.

The roar was so powerful it seemed capable of breaking through the ceiling of the stadium.

Watching Xie Mingyang walk to the sidelines, Qin Zhijian sighed: "He was so ahead at the start, but he was turned around by Da Tou Ni... I can only say that young people are still young people. When facing top players, they have to pay their dues."

"It seems that this loss has been quite a blow to Xie Mingyang."

Li Xun was vaguely worried.

Since it was a civil war, there was no off-field guidance for either side.

The reversal of such a favorable situation is undoubtedly a huge blow to a new player.

It remains to be seen whether Xie Mingyang can regain his spirits.

While talking.

The fourth inning has begun.

Fueled by the overwhelming fury of his comeback victory in the previous game, Wang Chuqin transformed into a berserker.

The serves are more aggressive, taking the variation in spin and landing point to the extreme.

If Xie Mingyang's return shot is of slightly lower quality, even if it only goes up a little bit, Wang Chuqin immediately transforms into a cheetah, unleashing an astonishing burst of power from his feet as he lunges forward, either with a powerful backhand smash or a forehand attack.

The score was 4-0 at the start.

Xie Mingyang's physical strength and confidence seemed to have been severely damaged in the third game.

Their footsteps slowed noticeably.

Faced with Wang Chuqin's rapid and relentless attacks, the defensive counter-attacks also resulted in frequent mistakes.

He tried to unleash his full power several times, but his movements appeared somewhat stiff.

It's either going off the net or going out of bounds.

Wang Chuqin completely controlled the rhythm and situation of the game.

Use the most aggressive serves to suppress the opponent, the fastest transitions to attack, and the most ruthless power to destroy their will and defense.

The score quickly widened.

6: 1.

8: 2.

10: 3.

……

Xie Mingyang narrowly pulled back a point with a lucky shot that grazed the net.

Then it was Wang Chuqin's turn to serve.

Without any whistle, a fast and urgent ball headed straight for Xie Mingyang's center baseline.

Xie Mingyang barely managed to turn to the side and pull back with his forehand.

Wang Chuqin had anticipated this perfectly, and his body, like a taut bowstring, released its tension instantly.

He swung his racket and smashed the ball towards the net.

"Snapped!"

The ball streaked across the table like a meteorite, accompanied by a sharp, thunderous sound, and slammed into the inside of Xie Mingyang's forehand side on the table.

It left only a clear mark before being instantly ejected.

11: 4.

Wang Chuqin won another victory.

Leading 3-1.

"Wow!"

The venue erupted in cheers.

The fans at the scene went wild.

Wang Chuqin clenched his fists, surveyed the entire arena, and his face revealed undisguised domineering arrogance and determination to win.

A hint of disappointment flashed in Xie Mingyang's eyes as he silently walked back to the sidelines and sat down.

Sweat had completely soaked through his jersey, clinging tightly to his body.

He lowered his head, panting heavily, his chest heaving violently, and his shoulders shrugging slightly.

It must be admitted that no matter how he adjusted, being overturned in the third game was a huge blow to his confidence.

Now, trailing 1-3 in the score, Wang Chuqin's unstoppable momentum, the almost unanimous cheers from the crowd... everything felt like a heavy boulder pressing down on Xie Mingyang's heart, making it hard for him to breathe.

"How should we play the fifth game?"

Xie Mingyang raised his head, staring blankly at the ceiling.

A glance out of the corner of his eye.

Just then, two figures flashed across the big screen in the stadium.

In the video, Chen Jin and Lin Shidong arrive late and take their seats in the back row.

"!"

Xie Mingyang clenched his fist involuntarily.

When he stood up again.

His eyes, which had been somewhat disappointed, suddenly became clear and fierce.

The game continues.

With a commanding 3-1 lead and thunderous cheers, Wang Chuqin was riding high.

He continued his aggressive style of play from the previous game, immediately attacking Xie Mingyang's backhand with his serve at the start, intending to break through with a strong attack once again.

However, Xie Mingyang has changed.

His gaze was frighteningly calm, as if his earlier exhaustion and dejection were merely an illusion.

Faced with Wang Chuqin's fierce shot, he no longer tried to control or defend.

The body's center of gravity is lowered even further.

The backswing motion, though seemingly small, carries a chilling hint of explosive power.

"Snapped!"

Xie Mingyang executed a powerful backhand topspin cross-court shot.

It was as if lightning had suddenly ripped through the night.

The ball was so fast and spun so strongly that it left only a blur that was barely perceptible to the naked eye.

Wang Chuqin was caught off guard by this sudden, completely unreasonable, desperate attack.

He lunged for a forehand, but it was too late.

0: 1.

Xie Mingyang scored first.

"Ok?"

Wang Chuqin frowned, and his gaze toward Xie Mingyang immediately became serious.

I thought Xie Mingyang's confidence had been destroyed and that he would win this game easily.

But unexpectedly, the other party was still able to put up a last-ditch effort.

Next serve.

The forehand is short.

Side down.

Xie Mingyang made a fuss.

Wang Chuqin stepped forward and twisted the handle, wanting to retaliate in kind.

However, Xie Mingyang did not retreat even half a step. He pressed his body forward fiercely, his forehand backhand swing was minimal, but his wrist unleashed an astonishing burst of power.

Meet the incoming ball head-on, add power to your forehand, and quickly drive to the cross-court line.

"Snapped!"

The ping-pong ball, with its faster speed and lower trajectory, cut straight into Wang Chuqin's backhand opening like a razor against the net.

Wang Chuqin made a desperate save.

The racket could barely reach the ball, but there was no way to control its direction, and the ball flew directly out of bounds.

2:0.
Fight!

A fight with no way out!

Xie Mingyang completely abandoned complex tactics and the steady defensive counter-attack.

Every shot carries a desperate, all-or-nothing determination.

The power was pushed to its limit, and the angle was made to its most ingenious extent.

He was like a cornered beast, baring his sharpest fangs, each swing of his racket carrying a desperate, suicidal momentum.

Mistake?

Xie Mingyang didn't care at all.

In his eyes, there was only offense.

When faced with a formidable foe, the only option is to draw your sword and fight.

The score, incredibly, climbed steadily amidst this fierce and relentless attack.

3: 1.

5: 2.

7: 3.

9: 4.

……

Wang Chuqin's face grew increasingly pale, and sweat poured down his forehead.

He tried several times to regain his footing, but Xie Mingyang's relentless fighting was like a leech, giving him no chance to catch his breath or adjust.

Each time he scored, Xie Mingyang simply clenched his fist tightly.

His eyes were as cold as iron, and without the slightest celebration, he immediately threw himself into the battle for the next ball.

That silent yet frenzied aura created an immense, invisible pressure.

When the score reached 6:10.

Wang Chuqin served and stole a long ball to the backhand side.

This time, Xie Mingyang didn't hesitate at all, and his body moved like a cheetah.

A powerful side-step and a burst of speed!

11: 6.

Xie Mingyang won a game back.

The score is 2-3.

(End of this chapter)