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

Chapter 391 Chen Jin VS Xie Mingyang! Forehand and Backhand Teaching!
Chen Jin remained expressionless.

She didn't even glance at Xie Mingyang.

He walked to the side of the table tennis table, reached out and wiped the sweat from his hands.

He was already thinking about the tactics for the next shot.

Back at the pool table.

Chen Jin caught the ping-pong ball thrown to him by the assistant referee, slammed it on the ground a few times, and blew on it.

Only then did he turn his head to glance at Xie Mingyang.

Hook serve.

Right half of the platform.

Do not forward.

Xie Mingyang positioned himself in the middle of the path.

Chen Jin swings back.

Knowing that Chen Jin's control over the platform was unparalleled, he knew that if the fight continued, he would undoubtedly lose.

Xie Mingyang made a decisive move and chopped at Chen Jin's backhand baseline.

That shot was both fast and powerful.

Moreover, the downspin is strong.

Chen Jin reacted quickly, taking half a step back.

At the same time, he backhands the start of the game.

Make a decisive move and charge forward diagonally.

With a loud whistling sound, the ping-pong ball pounced like a wolf or tiger towards Xie Mingyang's left side of the table.

With a deft flick of his wrist, Xie Mingyang once again used the opponent's force to redirect the return ball's trajectory toward Chen Jin's backhand triangle area.

The landing point is tricky, and the trajectory is extremely short.

If it were someone else, they might not have been able to react at all.

However, Chen Jin seemed to have sensed the danger beforehand.

Anticipate the start and accelerate to the maximum speed.

He took a step to the side with his left leg and lunged forward.

They had already secured their position at the highest point of the ball's bounce.

Keep your body's center of gravity firmly down.

The backswing is small and subtle.

The power of the wrist explodes instantly.

"Snapped!"

A backhand smash that tears the opponent apart.

Like thunder and lightning, it fiercely struck Xie Mingyang's mid-line chasing position.

Even more terrifying.

This ball was accompanied by a strong sidespin.

It drew a strange arc in the air, as if pulled by an invisible hand, and veered sharply to the left side of Xie Mingyang's platform.

Xie Mingyang twisted his waist and tried his best to reach it.

Unfortunately, he lacked the strength in his waist.

Moreover, the ball's side curve was completely beyond his predictive limits.

The ball barely grazed the edge of the racket.

The ball drops and bounces back after hitting the net.

5: 0.

The huge point difference, like a cold iron curtain, heavily loomed over the field.

Xie Mingyang let out a long breath, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly: "It's not easy to get a point from Chen Jin."

In private, Chen Jin is harmless and pleasant to be around.

But once they step onto the field, they become completely different people.

With an overwhelming aura and decisive, ruthless actions.

It's as if... if you don't play ball, seeing him is like a frog in a well looking at the moon in the sky.

If you play ball, seeing him is like a mayfly seeing the blue sky.

In short, invincible!

"Having finally made it to the finals to compete against Chen Jin, I must give it my all and fight him to the death."

The flames of war reignited in Xie Mingyang's eyes: "Even if we know we're going to lose, we have to fight our way out of this."

Take a deep breath and calm yourself down.

He immediately bent down and stood on the left side of the platform.

His gaze was steady as he stared at the opposite side.

Chen Jin serves again.

Hook your hand.

The middle path is short and doesn't turn.

The landing point was spun, which Xie Mingyang saw through at a glance.

Xie Mingyang feigned a diagonal move, actually fooling Chen Jin.

Judging from Xie Mingyang's hand movements, I initially thought he was going to attack the forehand side.

Unexpectedly, it was the left half of the stage.

Chen Jin made a hasty switch, but his return shot went high.

Such opportunities are rare!

With a surge of murderous intent in his eyes, Xie Mingyang seized the opportunity and launched a powerful attack.

"Snapped!"

All the strength in his body poured out like a torrent.

With a sense of catharsis, he instantly broke through Chen Jin's forehand baseline corner.

Chen Jin leaped forward, but was half a step too slow.

1: 5.

"Finally, we got a point."

Xie Mingyang silently clenched his fist and let out a long sigh in his heart, "It's been so difficult."

He walked to the sidelines, picked up a towel, and silently wiped away his sweat.

A glance out of the corner of his eye.

Not far away, Chen Jin's lips moved as if he were muttering something to himself.

This is clearly a review and summary of the mistake made on that last shot.

After a short break.

Switch sides and serve.

Xie Mingyang remained outwardly calm, but suddenly launched an attack the moment he touched the ball.

A long, fast ball, as fast as lightning, aimed straight for Chen Jin's middle.

This serve was completely unexpected.

Thanks to his honed muscle memory, Chen Jin reacted the instant Xie Mingyang served.

Twisting the waist, pushing off the ground, turning to the side... all done in one smooth motion.

Force a counter-pull with a forehand before the body's center of gravity has been fully adjusted.

Without hesitation, Xie Mingyang added force with a backhand and quickly tore the diagonal line.

Chen Jin regained his balance, quickly shifted his position, and slammed the board down hard with a backhand.

This move was both steady and ruthless, combining defense with offense.

With extremely fast speed, it rushed straight towards Xie Mingyang's open forehand straight shot.

Xie Mingyang took a cross step, leaped forward, and executed a forehand reverse cross-court shot.

With immense power and incredible speed, it attempted to blast through Chen Jin's right half of the table.

However, Chen Jin had already started.

Flying forward with a forehand, facing the incoming ball, and counter-attack down the line with even more ferocious power.

"Snapped!"

Like a dragon breaking through the abyss.

Xie Mingyang's backhand position was instantly penetrated.

1: 6.

In the stands. VIP seats.

Liu Guoliang's face showed amazement and approval. He clapped his hands and turned to Wang Hao with a smile, saying, "In terms of power, speed, spin, and awareness of landing points, as well as control of the rhythm of the game, Chen Jin is now above Xie Mingyang."

"You have the style you had at your peak."

Wang Hao smiled, his eyes almost squinting into slits as he stared intently at the arena: "If I had Chen Jin's speed and footwork back then, I would have been the first Super Grand Slam winner long ago."

It's worth noting that Wang Hao is only one Olympic singles gold medal away from achieving a Super Grand Slam.

Unfortunately, a small mistake can lead to a huge difference.

Time is also destiny.

However, time has passed, and Wang Hao has long since let go of the past, so he can still make fun of himself.

Of course, whether it's forehand or backhand, Chen Jin's skill is no less than Wang Hao's at his peak.

In addition to his speed and pace, which are unparalleled across the entire island, and his calm and unwavering mentality, he can be described as an enhanced version of Hiroshi Yokohama.

"The men's singles champion in this Asian Cup is practically a foregone conclusion."

Liu Guoliang nodded and said, "I'd like to see Chen Jin's performance in the World Cup and the World Table Tennis Championships."

"almost."

Wang Hao was equally full of anticipation.

While talking.

The game is still going on.

Xie Mingyang serves.

The forehand is short.

Side down.

Without any hesitation, Chen Jin activated the device instantly.

He swiftly moved forward, lowering his center of gravity.

Lower your shoulders and raise your elbows.

Twist and pull diagonally.

This ball had an extremely high angle, strong sidespin, and lightning speed.

A direct shot into Xie Mingyang's huge open space on his forehand side.

After Xie Mingyang served, he originally intended to turn sideways and launch an attack.

Unexpectedly, Chen Jin's twisting and pulling became so ferocious that it was almost exaggerated.

Xie Mingyang couldn't even make the save.

They could only stand there, watching helplessly as the ball flew away.

7: 1.

At this moment, Chen Jin was like a raging wildfire.

Serve again.

He hooked a short forehand shot with a sidespin.

Xie Mingyang stepped forward and twisted Chen Jin's right side of the table with a backhand.

Chen Jin's eyes narrowed; his prediction was accurate.

The sliding step and side movement resemble an arrow, while the forehand backswing is like a full moon.

Pull back down the middle.

This shot was fast and powerful, directly targeting Xie Mingyang's body.

Xie Mingyang barely managed to stay close to Chen Jin and blocked the ball towards Chen Jin's backhand side.

The ball had barely left his racket when Chen Jin had already started his footwork.

With a cross step, he flashes to the left side of the table, instantly shifting his weight to his left foot, raising his right arm high, and drawing back his forehand like a fully drawn bow.

"Snapped!"

A powerful forehand smash down the crosscourt.

Xie Mingyang firmly pressed down on the racket, using a backhand to defend.

"Snapped!"

The second board surged dramatically.

Xie Mingyang unconsciously took a half step back, barely managing to block the ball back.

Seeing this, Chen Jin's eyes flashed like lightning, showing no pity whatsoever.

Push off the ground and twist your waist, channeling all your strength into your arms.

With a powerful, earth-shattering force, the forehand slammed into Xie Mingyang's backhand corner.

"Snapped!"

A dull bang.

The ball flew like a cannonball, blasting through Xie Mingyang's backhand defense.

It can't be held down!
It's impossible to hold it down!
Chen Jin's forehand cannon was absolutely explosive!
"Wow—"

The stands were completely ignited, and the enormous roar almost lifted the roof off.

Xie Mingyang stood there, sweat streaming down his forehead and soaking his collar, his chest heaving violently.

The fingers of my right hand, gripping the racket, trembled slightly from the excessive force.

Chen Jin remained silent as a mountain.

Continue serving
The hook is short and doesn't turn in the middle.

A fierce glint flashed in Xie Mingyang's eyes. He flicked his wrist and chopped the ball, sending it fast and long towards Chen Jin's backhand baseline.

Chen Jin reacted quickly, lightly tapping his foot and taking half a step back to create space.

Backhand backswing, facing the incoming ball, and counter-attack diagonally.

Xie Mingyang was prepared. He took a cross step to the side, completely freeing his body, and used his forehand to draw back the racket, unleashing his full power in an instant.

"Snapped!"

Forehand smash.

The target was Chen Jin's exposed backhand opening.

The ball, with a piercing whistling sound, hurtled towards Chen Jin's left side like a cannonball.

Faced with this powerful and heavy fight, Chen Jin once again chose to take half a step back, firmly planting his body in the center of the platform.

With feet firmly planted on the ground, the center of gravity is low.

The backhand backhand motion was smooth and swift, meeting Xie Mingyang's barrage of attacks head-on with a powerful counter-attack.

It wasn't defense; it was a fierce exchange of blows.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

……

The ping-pong balls instantly transformed into two intersecting white streaks, colliding wildly in the air above the table.

The continuous explosions were like the beating of war drums, making people's eardrums go numb.

Four or five rounds of intense rallies, with every shot taken with full force.

Chen Jin's eyes were cold and focused, his steps were swift and precise, and he adjusted his center of gravity just right with each movement. His arms showed amazing stability and explosive power in high-speed swings.

Xie Mingyang also gritted his teeth and unleashed a furious forehand attack, attempting to suppress Chen Jin's backhand with power.

However, in the fifth round, a sharp glint appeared in Chen Jin's eyes.

He keenly noticed the almost imperceptible sluggishness in Xie Mingyang's footwork when he returned to defense after a series of powerful forehand attacks.

It's now!

Chen Jin's backswing motion instantly became more profound, with his core muscles unleashing their final and strongest power.

Twist!

Stomp on the ground!

Swing your arm!

All the power is concentrated in one point!
"Snapped!"

He ripped it open with a backhand slash!

This explosive tear was a fatal blow that embodied all his will and strength.

The ping-pong ball whistled through the air, its speed, power, and spin reaching unprecedented and terrifying levels.

In an instant, it transformed into a straight white lightning bolt, striking Xie Mingyang with overwhelming force.

It instantly pierced through Xie Mingyang's forehand.

(End of this chapter)