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

Chapter 392 A Crushing Victory! Chen Jin Wins the Asian Cup Men's Singles Gold Medal!

"boom--"

The ball shot out like an arrow, crashing into the advertising barrier with a dull thud.

Dead silence.

The vast arena fell into a brief but suffocating silence.

Immediately, cheers erupted, resounding throughout the entire stadium.

"In the last point, Chen Jin used his forehand to break through Xie Mingyang's backhand defense, and in this point, Chen Jin again used his backhand to break through Xie Mingyang's forehand attack... It's definitely a lesson in both forehand and backhand!"

"This penhold grip is absolutely terrifying!"

"As a fan of 20 years, I think I see the shadow of Wang Hao in Chen Jin... no, he should be an enhanced version of Wang Hao."

"Xie Mingyang, who could fight Wang Chuqin to a standstill and even win against him, was completely powerless against Chen Jin... Chen Jin truly crushed him in every way!"

"Following Little Fatty, the Chinese national table tennis team has finally produced another rising star."

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"Chen Jin's backhand..."

Liu Guoliang crossed his arms and looked at the court, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. "The more I look at it, the less it resembles what a penhold grip should look like."

After saying that, he turned his head and glanced at Wang Hao sitting next to him, "You do have the style you had back then."

It's worth noting that Xie Mingyang fought his way from the group stage to the finals, facing tough opponents like Tomokazu Harimoto, Hayato Togami, and Wang Chuqin.

Xie Mingyang's ability to defeat these three is undeniable in terms of skill.

However, when facing Chen Jin, he was ultimately far inferior and was completely crushed by Chen Jin.

Wang Hao nodded slightly, looking at the field with a mixture of amazement and satisfaction in his eyes, his fingertips unconsciously tapping on his knees.

8:1.
Chen Jin stood by the pool table and slightly moved his wrists.

His eyes were calm, like a deep pool.

It was as if that earth-shattering forehand smash just now was nothing out of the ordinary.

Its sharpness is concealed, yet it can still exert pressure as immense as a mountain range.

Continue serving, still a hook shot.

The forehand is short.

Do not forward.

Xie Mingyang stepped forward, lowered his center of gravity, controlled the board position, and moved short through the middle.

Although the ball speed was not fast, the trajectory was low and flat.

With a hiss, it brushed against the net.

This sudden change instantly altered the rhythm and landing point of the ball.

Chen Jin, who had originally anticipated the middle lane, reacted with lightning speed and quickly launched a second attack.

With a push of his left foot, he forcefully stopped the forward momentum.

He twisted his body in a tiny space, pulled his right arm back, and with a flash of lightning, his wrist added force to cut downwards, rubbing a backhand half-out tabletop position.

Xie Mingyang leaped behind him, creating space, lowered his arm, and executed a high-loop arc.

"laugh!"

The ping-pong ball, with its strong topspin, flew like a full rainbow arc towards the opponent's left side of the table.

Chen Jin anticipated the route and positioned himself in advance.

He prepares with a backhand stroke, ready to unleash his power.

When the ball flies right in front of you, take advantage of the high point and launch a powerful counterattack.

"Snapped!"

With a deafening bang, the ping-pong ball suddenly turned into a white flash and fiercely smashed towards Xie Mingyang's backhand baseline.

This shot was powerful and heavy.

Like a heavy iron sword, its great skill lies in its simplicity.

It was like Mount Tai pressing down on you, or Mount Hua being split in two.

Xie Mingyang's fierce and swift backhand smash forced him back half a step, leaving him with no chance to retaliate.

They could only barely stay close to the ball and deflect it back to the middle.

However, he ultimately failed to suppress the power and spin of Chen Jin's shot, and the arc was too high.

"It's over!"

Xie Mingyang had a bad feeling.

My mind hasn't changed.

But Chen Jin's eyes locked on it instantly, as if flames were about to burst forth.

With swift footwork, he slid sideways.

The forehand backswing is executed with a taut waist and abdomen, the body resembling a fully drawn bow.

All the strength in his body was suspended on this board.

It is obvious that the next shot will be a terrifying and earth-shattering blow.

Startled, Xie Mingyang quickly retreated.

Just as this thunderous strike was about to be unleashed.

歘!
A slight sound came from behind.

"Ok?"

Chen Jin looked in the direction of the sound and saw the ball fall, just brushing the white line at the very top edge of the table.

Its trajectory changed, and it plummeted downwards.

Chen Jin had strength but nowhere to use it.

2: 8.

"Excuse me."

Xie Mingyang, feeling somewhat apologetic, immediately raised his hand to signal, secretly relieved.

This point was lost so unexpectedly.

Chen Jin glanced down at the rolling ball and his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

It quickly subsided.

His eyes remained calm and composed, clearly unaffected by the close call.

Switch sides and serve.

Xie Mingyang twirled the ping-pong ball between his fingers, quickly calculating the tactics for the next shot in his mind.

The wrist movement is concealed and swift.

"laugh!"

The ping-pong ball, with a slight topspin and a low, flat arc, skimmed the edge of the net and headed straight for Chen Jin's forehand corner.

Chen Jin stepped forward, attempting to position himself in the middle.

However, the hand control was slightly poor, and the return ball's trajectory went too high.

opportunity!

A sharp glint suddenly shot out from Xie Mingyang's eyes.

Anticipate and initiate, as fast as a cheetah.

Leap forward to seize the landing point.

A short, fierce burst of power erupted from his wrist.

"Snapped!"

Forehand smash.

The small ping-pong ball shot out like a white rainbow piercing the sun, with astonishing momentum.

next second.

It had already penetrated Chen Jin's open forehand position.

3:8.
"Zhu--"

The emotions that had been suppressed throughout the game erupted like a volcano at this moment.

Xie Mingyang could no longer hold back and clenched his fist, letting out a low growl.

They took the initiative and scored a point.

His desperate counterattack after being pushed to the edge of a cliff gave Xie Mingyang a boost of confidence.

Its momentum suddenly surged.

"Seize the opportunity and press your advantage!"

Xie Mingyang clenched his fist again.

Serve again.

The forehand is short.

Side down.

Chen Jin once again played a short shot, landing very shallowly.

Rotation control, just right.

Xie Mingyang returned to the middle lane.

But, the moment he touched the ball, his expression changed slightly: "It's not spinning."

Just now, Chen Jin seemingly hit a short ball with backspin, but in reality, he subtly deflected the force with his wrist and returned a no-spin ball.

Unfortunately, by the time Xie Mingyang realized what was happening, it was too late.

There was simply no time for a second adjustment to control the power and direction of the return shot.

The arc rises high.

Although it was only slightly above the net by half a beat, the ball landed in the half-out-of-bounds area.

However, in a top-level competition, such a mistake is tantamount to handing one's throat to the opponent's blade.

Chen Jin's pupils suddenly contracted, and his eyes instantly transformed into cold, sharp blades.

Push off with your right leg and lunge forward.

The backswing is swift and full, with the core of the waist and abdomen unleashing all the power.

The moment the white ball bounced up.

"Whoo~"

A sound broke through the air.

Chen Jin's racket was already swinging out, carrying an aura of destruction, a powerful forehand.

"Snapped!"

Like a sudden clap of thunder.

A dull yet powerful thud of the ball being struck suddenly exploded in the air above the stadium.

The ping-pong ball seemed to be carrying wind and thunder, with visible swirling air currents. Its speed was extremely fast and its power was terrifying. Like a meteorite from outer space, it smashed down towards Xie Mingyang's backhand with a world-destroying force.

Faced with this ball, Xie Mingyang knew he was powerless to turn the tide and could only watch helplessly as the ball went in.

9:3.
Chen Jin used the most violent method to extinguish Xie Mingyang's newly ignited flames of retaliation.

Looking at the small white ball rolling on the ground, Xie Mingyang's blood boiled with anger, leaving only a chilling cold and heavy breathing.

Close your eyes tightly and adjust your mindset.

When he opened his eyes again, there was a hint of ruthlessness in his pupils, as if he had been driven to the brink of despair.

Chen Jinfa went to the ball.

The middle lane is short.

Xie Mingyang flicks a straight shot with a backhand.

The movements are minimal, yet the explosive power is extremely strong.

Chen Jin quickly shifted his body to the side, and with a backhand stroke, he moved as fast as the wind.

Add force with your wrist and quickly rip the ball.

Don't stop Xie Mingyang from chasing the position.

Xie Mingyang twisted his waist and forcefully countered Chen Jin's backhand position in the middle with a forehand pull.

Chen Jin slid to the side, shifting his weight instantly, and unleashed a powerful forehand smash.

"Bang!" A thunderous strike pinned Xie Mingyang firmly to the left side of the platform.

Xie Mingyang gritted his teeth and, in a highly passive situation, forced himself to turn to the side and pull out a diagonal shot with his forehand.

He knew that once Chen Jin forced him into the backhand position, he would only be able to take a beating.

Instead of doing that, it's better to force a forehand attack.

Maybe there is a glimmer of hope.

"Snapped!"

Chen Jin pulled back.

Still a forehand, still a powerful smash.

It is more powerful, faster, and has a more difficult landing point.

The landing point was firmly locked onto Xie Mingyang's left side of the table, trapping him in his backhand position.

Left with no other option, Xie Mingyang could only rely on instinct and his strong touch to continue turning sideways and pulling back to the middle lane.

He attempted to disrupt Chen Jin's rhythm by varying the landing point.

However, he underestimated Chen Jin's speed.

Just as Xie Mingyang struck the ball, Chen Jin, like a ghost, flashed into position.

In an attempt to break free from the backhand pressure, Xie Mingyang forced his body to the side and used his forehand, but this also completely exposed the gap on his right side of the table.

"Snapped!"

Chen Jin shifted his weight forward instantly, pushed off the ground, twisted his waist, swung his upper arm, and charged straight ahead.

A death ray, as fast as lightning, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, pierced through Xie Mingyang's right half of the platform at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye.

10:3.
Chen Jin took the lead and secured the first game point.

The immense pressure, like suffocating seawater, overwhelmed Xie Mingyang.

"Whoo~"

Xie Mingyang took a deep breath.

A deep calm existed in his eyes.

He was mentally prepared for this outcome.

Therefore, his expression remained very calm.

Holding the ping-pong ball, Chen Jin once again stood at the serve position.

His eyes were calm and unwavering, like a hunter in complete control.

Toss the ball and prepare to swing.

He hooked a short, forehand sideways shot.

Xie Mingyang stepped forward and positioned himself in the middle of the field.

Chen Jin stepped forward swiftly, leaning forward, lowering his shoulders and raising his elbows, twisting and pulling in a straight line.

Xie Mingyang unleashed a powerful backhand crosscourt smash.

Chen Jin showed no weakness, taking a half-step forward to seize the rising point, drawing his backhand deeper, and maximizing the explosive power of his wrist.

"Snapped!"

Tear with increased force.

With faster speed, stronger rotation, and more difficult angles, they responded to Xie Mingyang's explosive tearing.

"Well done!"

With a low shout in his heart, Xie Mingyang steadied himself, met the incoming ball, and made a close defensive move, swiftly lunging towards Chen Jin's chasing position.

This seemingly passive defense is actually a brilliant example of offense within defense.

Chen Jin's pupils contracted slightly.

Fortunately, his body reacted extremely quickly.

Slide to the side and transition smoothly.

With a twist of his waist, he forcefully unleashed a forehand attack, smashing it diagonally.

Its sharp edge was aimed directly at Xie Mingyang's backhand position.

Knowing that passive defense was not a solution, Xie Mingyang immediately twisted his waist and abdomen, drew back with his forehand, and fiercely counter-attacked.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

The left side of the table tennis table instantly became the eye of the storm.

The deafening explosions of the ball hitting the shuttlecock were like the intense drumming of war drums on a battlefield, reverberating fiercely throughout the stadium.

The white arcs clashed wildly in the narrow space on the left side of the stage, like Mars colliding with Earth.

Every shot is made with all one's might, every movement is like stepping on a knife's edge.

Pure power!
Pure speed!

A pure clash of wills!
however.

In this breathtaking forehand exchange, Chen Jin remained as imposing as a mountain.

With more stable footwork, the center of gravity shifts more quickly.

Each powerful smash was more potent and landed more precisely, effectively pinning Xie Mingyang in the deep backhand area.

In contrast, Xie Mingyang's breathing was like that of a broken bellows.

Although he struggled to hold on, his swings, ball-hitting, and footwork showed clear signs of cracking under Chen Jin's relentless barrage of heavy blows.

They exchanged blows for five rounds with their forehands.

Just at this time.

Chen Jin's forehand backswing has become even more profound.

The core of the waist and abdomen can instantly unleash even greater power.

Power, spin, speed, landing point... at this moment, everything is elevated to the peak of this match.

"Snapped!"

It was as if thunder roared from the heavens.

The ping-pong ball, carrying an indescribable terrifying power and an earth-shattering momentum, hurtled towards Xie Mingyang's backhand baseline.

Xie Mingyang gritted his teeth and forcefully swung his racket.

However, the continuous forehand rallies took a huge toll on his physical strength and energy.

His whole body almost lost its balance, and he staggered back half a step.

Wait until he comes to his senses.

The ball had already become a blur, slamming hard into the barrier behind him before bouncing high into the air.

11:3.
The score is now final; the outcome is decided.

The scarlet numbers on the electronic scoreboard were so bright they hurt your eyes.

All of a sudden.

Applause, screams, and gasps of amazement created a boiling ocean that instantly engulfed the entire stadium.

Chen Jin slowly straightened up and gently exhaled a long breath.

With a casual gesture, he wiped the sweat from his chin with the back of his hand, his gaze sweeping calmly across the person opposite him.

Xie Mingyang had his head down, and sweat dripped from his soaked hair like a stream.

His right hand, gripping the racket tightly, trembled slightly uncontrollably.

Chen Jin withdrew his gaze, expressionless, gently put down his racket, picked up a towel, and walked towards the rest area on the sidelines.

"I never imagined that the gap between the two of them would be so large."

Looking at the two figures on the field from afar, Liu Guoliang couldn't help but sigh.

"It's only the first game."

Qin Zhijian said in a deep voice, "Perhaps, Xie Mingyang can still make a comeback in the second round."

"A desperate counterattack?"

Liu Guoliang shook his head. "It's very difficult."

"In the first game, Xie Mingyang tried all sorts of tactics, but still couldn't defeat Chen Jin."

"In the upcoming matches, Xie Mingyang will likely suffer even more crushing defeats."

Although Qin Zhijian was somewhat dismissive, Wang Hao, standing beside him, wholeheartedly agreed.

After all, he had fought alongside Chen Jin on the court and was already very familiar with Chen Jin's playing style.

Violence begets violence, killing begets killing – that's Chen Jin's motto on the field!

This means that as the game progresses, Chen Jin's playing style will only become more and more aggressive.

It was far beyond Xie Mingyang's ability to handle.

As it turns out, Liu Guoliang and Wang Hao's guesses were absolutely correct.

In the second game, Xie Ming changed his tactics and strategy, no longer directly confronting Chen Jin's firepower.

Instead, he used his delicate touch and precise control over the landing point to frequently disrupt Chen Jin's rhythm with short and long shots, trying to buy himself a chance to catch his breath and launch a counterattack.

Unfortunately, it was of no use.

11:3.
The score difference remains significant.

In the third game.

Xie Mingyang has revived his fighting tactics.

However, the continuous running and desperate saves caused his physical condition to start to deteriorate.

In contrast, Chen Jin keenly perceived this.

Instead of pursuing a quick, decisive attack, they used a terrifyingly consistent series of attacks and defenses to maneuver the increasingly exhausted Xie Mingyang around, patiently wearing down his remaining stamina.

In the second half of the game, Xie Mingyang's mistakes began to increase, and the quality of his returns dropped sharply.

11:5.
The score is 3-0.

Chen Jin is just one step away from the championship.

In the fourth game, Chen Jin started with a dominant 4-0 lead.

The huge point difference and the feeling of powerlessness brought on by near-exhaustion of physical strength almost crushed Xie Mingyang.

Just when everyone thought the game would end without any suspense.

In Xie Mingyang's eyes, the last trace of pride and unwillingness that belonged to the young man suddenly burst forth with a final light, like a candle flickering in the wind.

"I finally made it to the finals and have the chance to compete against Chen Jin. I can't just give up like this!"

Xie Mingyang gritted his teeth inwardly.

Faced with Chen Jin's tricky backhand twist, he disregarded his center of gravity and, with almost instinctive determination, pushed off the ground with his left foot, his body flying out sideways like a cannonball.

With his right hand stretched forward to its limit, the racket traced a desperate yet dazzling silver trail under the lights.

Just as the body was about to slam into the ground, the racket face finally touched the ping-pong ball.

歘!
With a soft thud, the ball was barely saved.

However, the arc was high and slow, posing no threat whatsoever.

Xie Mingyang's body, like a bird with broken wings, crashed heavily onto the hard floor.

"boom!"

The dull thud made the hearts of everyone in the stadium skip a beat.

However, to everyone's surprise...

Xie Mingyang immediately jumped up again, returned to the table, and prepared to save the ball once more.

Unfortunately, Chen Jin didn't give him that opportunity.

Because he knows very well that giving your all on the field is the greatest respect you can show to your opponent.

"Snapped!"

Chen Jin was ruthless and decisive, showing no mercy in his eyes, and angrily slapped the board diagonally.

Xie Mingyang's reach was too far to extend.

11: 3.

The score is 4-0.

Chen Jin defeated Xie Mingyang to win the men's singles gold medal at the 2025 Asian Cup.

(End of this chapter)