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

Chapter 387 Decisive Game! Are the Key Points All Topspin?

Inside the venue, all was silent.

Wang Chuqin's fans stared wide-eyed at the scoreboard on the screen, their mouths agape in disbelief.

It was originally thought that Wang Chuqin would be able to defeat Xie Mingyang with a score of 4:1 and advance to the final.

Unexpectedly, Xie Mingyang seemed like an unkillable cockroach, stubbornly prolonging his life and keeping the suspense of the match going.

After a brief silence.

A long-suppressed cheer suddenly erupted.

"Xie Mingyang, well done!"

Believe in yourself, you can definitely win!

"Come on!"

But soon.

It was swallowed up by the shouts of the TZMs.

"He actually won another game."

Wang Chuqin frowned inwardly.

Logically speaking, newcomers like Xie Mingyang, at his age, are relatively weak in both competition experience and mental fortitude.

On the field, if you can maintain your lead, you may still have a chance to win.

However, once you fall into a disadvantageous position, turning the tide becomes incredibly difficult.

Unexpectedly, Xie Mingyang was completely different.

"In the end, I was too soft-hearted and didn't hit hard enough."

Wang Chuqin reflected to himself, "The farce will end in the next round."

The break is over.

The sixth game begins.

Even the air was thick with tension, thick with the smell of gunpowder.

0: 0.

Xie Mingyang serves.

They started by stealing the advantage and suppressing Wang Chuqin in the mid lane.

Wang Chuqin adjusted his footwork with quick, nimble steps, seizing the landing point.

The backhand backswing has a very small amplitude.

His wrist suddenly unleashed a burst of power, propelling him forward.

Xie Mingyang was prepared, quickly sidestepped, swung his racket with his forehand, and pulled back diagonally.

Wang Chuqin quickly tore it apart with a backhand.

The ball was extremely fast and landed in a tricky spot, hurtling towards Xie Mingyang's left side of the table.

However, Xie Mingyang seemed to have anticipated this shot.

With a lateral slide of his feet, as fast as a ghost, he instantly appeared in the backhand position.

The moment the body moves into position, the forearm leads the wrist to flick outward at an extremely strange angle.

"Snapped!"

The ping-pong ball suddenly transformed into a white streak of lightning, forcefully "bent" by Xie Mingyang into a fatal diagonal line, piercing through the huge gap in Wang Chuqin's forehand position.

Wang Chuqin leaped and pounced.

Unfortunately, the angle and speed of that shot far exceeded his footwork.

1: 0.

"Choo-hoo!"

"Zhu--"

Even the usually composed Xie Mingyang couldn't contain himself after scoring, clenching his fist and roaring.

Full of momentum.

This shot completely ignited Xie Mingyang's fighting spirit and his touch.

The counter-attack does not aim for a steady stalemate, but rather seizes every fleeting opportunity to act decisively and forcefully change direction.

The angles became increasingly tricky, and the force increasingly ferocious.

Wang Chuqin was exhausted from running around.

His quick transitions between mid-range and close-range shots gradually put him at a disadvantage under such unreasonable changes of direction.

After all, fighting until the sixth game takes a tremendous toll on one's physical strength.

As physical fitness declines, walking pace naturally slows down.

"Huff, huff..."

Wang Chuqin's breathing was no longer steady; it became somewhat heavy and disordered.

"Snapped!"

Quick rip near the table, then lock with a backhand straight shot.

3: 1.

"boom!"

A powerful forehand smash down the middle from the side, followed by a powerful backhand smash down the corner.

5: 2.

"Break!"

A backhand side slice followed by a forehand flick.

7: 3.

Xie Mingyang went berserk, his eyes blazing with a frenzied madness.

It resembled the blood-burst state of a certain senior brother who was killing embryos.

Strength and speed surged dramatically.

No matter what kind of shot Wang Chuqin hits, Xie Mingyang can respond with incredible angles, either by fast drive, close defense, or counter-loop.

Ultimately, Wang Chuqin couldn't withstand the pressure from Xie Mingyang's explosive attack.

The score was 11-7.

Xie Mingyang won the sixth game.

The score is 3-3.

"Wow!"

The entire venue was completely shattered.

A tremendous roar, like a tsunami, swept through every corner.

Trailing 1-3 in the overall score, just when everyone thought Xie Mingyang was powerless to turn the tide, Xie Mingyang won two consecutive games to tie the situation.

"Under these circumstances, Xie Mingyang was still able to tie the score."

Qin Zhijian clicked his tongue in admiration, "What a strong heart!"

Before the match, many people speculated about the final score between Xie Mingyang and Wang Chuqin.

Most of the scores were 4-0.

Some people speculate that the ratio is 4:1.

The only score that no one was optimistic about was 4:3.

"The decisive game."

Li Xun said in a low voice, "We'll see who comes out on top."

"If Xie Mingyang can maintain this form and performance, it will be really hard for Da Tou to beat him."

Qin Zhijian Road.

"A single game decides life or death; that's what makes it exciting."

Wang Hao laughed.

He said this, but his eyes never left the field.

Xie Mingyang tilted his head back, closed his eyes, his chest heaving violently, and sweat streamed down his face.

He clenched his fist tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force, and the veins on his arm bulging.

There was no roar, but his tense body and slightly trembling shoulders spoke of the immense mental and physical exertion expended in the two rounds of combat just now.

Wang Chuqin stood at the other end of the table tennis table, his face gloomy, like a sky about to unleash a storm.

"I refuse to believe that I can't control a newcomer like you!"

Wang Chuqin gritted his teeth, a ruthless and resolute glint appearing in his eyes.

Chen Jin alone was already giving him a huge headache.

Now, another Xie Mingyang has emerged.

If I lose, wouldn't that mean another newcomer would rise to fame by stepping on my head?

"no!"

Wang Chuqin clenched his fists silently, "I absolutely cannot let something like this happen to me again."

Decisive game.

The air seemed to solidify into heavy lead, the pressure like a mountain weighing down on Xie Mingyang and Wang Chuqin. "Wang Chuqin!"

"come on--"

……

"come on!"

"Wang Chuqin—"

……

The fans at the scene were hysterical.

While cheering for Wang Chuqin, he also wanted to overwhelm Xie Mingyang in terms of momentum.

However, Xie Mingyang's gaze was cold and his expression indifferent, unmoved by the commotion outside.

"Whoo~"

Wang Chuqin held the white ball and blew on it.

As he bent over.

Instantly.

All the noise miraculously subsided.

Only countless pairs of eyes, tense to the extreme, remained fixed on the central table.

Silence is more suffocating than any shout.

The battle began with a fierce tug-of-war.

Every point felt like dancing on a knife's edge, and every shot was imbued with immense power.

Wang Chuqin tenaciously defended the mid-to-close range, his aggressive attacking style remaining fierce, attempting to regain the initiative through speed.

Xie Mingyang, on the other hand, is like a tireless bull, fiercely attacking with his backhand and fiercely smashing with his forehand.

However, the two players' footwork was noticeably slower than in the previous two rounds.

The panting after each fierce battle was even deeper.

After such an intense battle, the physical limits finally kicked in cruelly in the final game.

The score was neck and neck, with neither side able to gain the upper hand.

1: 1.

2: 2.

4: 2.

4: 4.

5: 5.

……

9: 10.

Wang Chuqin holds match point.

It was as if everyone's heart had stopped beating.

Xie Mingyang stood at the left corner of the table, unconsciously twisting the small white ball with his left hand.

My fingertips were icy cold, but my palms were sticky and sweaty.

Each breath felt like swallowing scalding hot sand, burning my throat.

He looked up, his gaze passing over the dark green net and meeting the eyes of Wang Chuqin across the table.

Wang Chuqin's eyes were gloomy, with the unwavering calm and composure of a hunter about to deliver the fatal blow after locking onto his prey.

Wang Chuqin was slightly hunched over, his center of gravity low, like a fully drawn bow, ready to be released.

Throw the ball.

A slight tremor of the wrist.

The white ball, spinning, traced a low, light arc, heading straight for Wang Chuqin's short forehand.

Wang Chuqin stepped forward to meet him, gently swaying his arm.

The control over the landing point is exquisite.

Forehand small triangle.

Just as the ping-pong ball crossed the net.

Xie Mingyang felt as if an invisible electric current had pierced through his nerves and muscles. He stomped his feet hard on the ground and, with a resolute posture, lunged to the right.

The power of the entire right side of the body was instantly compressed to its limit.

Lower your shoulders and raise your elbows.

Wrist tucked inward.

Seize the ball during its initial descent.

The fingers and wrists suddenly unleash a burst of power.

"laugh!"

Xie Mingyang's wrist suddenly extended outward at an abnormal angle, unleashing a burst of torque from his entire body.

Time seemed to have been slowed down by an invisible hand.

The ping-pong ball, carrying unimaginable spin, tore through the stagnant air above the table, and with an incredible C-shaped trick, shot towards Wang Chuqin's forehand corner.

This is not a typical reverse twist.

Rather, it embodies the will to gamble everything.

Overlord twist!
Wang Chuqin didn't even have time to make a complete reaction.

"Break!"

A fleeting afterimage.

Followed by.

It was a dull thud as it slammed hard against the floor mat.

10: 10.

The vast venue fell into an eerie silence for a moment.

Immediately, like a volcanic eruption, a huge sound wave exploded from all directions.

Exclamations of surprise, cheers, and gasps of disbelief mingled together.

Wang Chuqin stood still, looking down at his racket, then looked up at the expressionless boy opposite him, a clear look of astonishment flashing in his eyes for the first time.

The pressure instantly turned the gun on them.

Wang Chuqin held the ball, his fingertips twirling it.

"Is he trying to use a hook shot?"

Xie Mingyang's sharp eyes saw through Wang Chuqin's thoughts at a glance.

Unsurprisingly.

For his next serve, Wang Chuqin indeed used a hook shot.

"Where's the ball?"

When Xie Mingyang first witnessed Wang Chuqin's hook serve, even though he was prepared and positioned himself in the middle, he was surprised.

however.

"What kind of rotation is this? I don't understand it!"

Xie Mingyang was dumbfounded.

I had long heard of the power of Wang Chuqin's hook serve, and seeing it today, I can attest to its reputation.

Before I could think any further, the ball had already crossed the net.

"The crucial balls were all topspin..."

A piece of advice, born of experience, involuntarily echoed in Xie Mingyang's mind.

"Is it topspin?"

Xie Mingyang speculated.

I was just about to make a move.

However, the ball did not surge forward the moment it hit the table; instead, it sank sharply downwards.

"wrong!"

"It's backspin!"

Alarm bells rang in Xie Mingyang's mind.

In haste, he tried to change tactics, lightly lifting the board to create a sufficient arc.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

The racket barely grazed the bottom of the ball, its power completely insufficient to counteract the intense backspin.

The ping-pong ball, as if pulled by an invisible rope, weakly bumped against the white net, struggled to bounce upwards once, and finally rolled helplessly back onto Xie Mingyang's own table.

10: 11.

Wang Chuqin has once again reached match point.

(End of this chapter)