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

Chapter 403 The Final! Chen Jin VS Wang Chuqin (Part 1) Let the Sea Go!
in the audience.

Xie Mingyang sat alone in a corner, his gaze passing through the bustling crowd, looking at Chen Jin who had just stepped onto the field from a distance.

He has an upright posture and a steady gait.

His every move exudes an aura of royalty.

"Today's match was like dancing in shackles."

Xie Mingyang's gaze darkened slightly, a hint of worry flashing in his eyes. "You must hold on."

At this moment, Wang Chuqin was in his rest area, tidying up towels and water bottles.

I subconsciously looked up and glanced across at the other side.

But Chen Jin remained calm and composed, without a trace of a smile on his face, completely unlike his usual self.

It seemed as if a thick fog enveloped its body, or perhaps it was an abyss at the bottom of the sea, making people afraid to look at it.

Such an overwhelming aura even made Wang Chuqin feel somewhat intimidated.

Having played basketball for so many years and faced countless strong opponents, he had only ever seen this kind of aura in one person.

The man known as the "Tibetan Mastiff".

"Whoo~"

Wang Chuqin let out a long breath.

Then, he shook his head.

It seemed as if he wanted to shake all the distracting thoughts out of his mind.

Only one voice remained, roaring in my mind: "Defeat Chen Jin and take back everything that rightfully belongs to me!"

“Time!”

The referee gave a reminder.

Wang Chuqin composed himself, took a towel, and walked up to the referee.

He stood facing off against Chen Jin.

They each picked up their rackets, expressionless, and shook hands lightly.

Their gazes met, like the clash of swords.

In an instant, sparks flew everywhere.

The coin is tossed up and spins as it falls.

Chen Jin won the right to serve in the first game.

0: 0.

The scene was quiet.

Chen Jin stood on the left side of the table, holding a ping-pong ball, blew on it, and calmly glanced at Wang Chuqin's tense posture across from him.

Toss the ball upwards and flick your wrist slightly.

"laugh!"

The center line is slightly to the right of the table.

Side down.

Although they had faced each other many times before, Wang Chuqin dared not be careless when facing Chen Jin again.

Step forward and lean your body forward.

With a slight diagonal cut of the forearm, he struck a half-stage pose.

Chen Jin immediately used his left foot as a pivot and quickly moved his right leg back half a step.

He lowered his waist and rotated his hips, rubbing his hands together vigorously.

A high-hanging arc ring.

The ball landed precisely on Wang Chuqin's backhand side, just like a practice shot.

Wang Chuqin didn't even need to adjust his pace.

"Snapped!"

Wang Chuqin's eyes flashed with a fierce light as he ripped a diagonal line with a backhand.

With a thunderous roar and lightning speed, the ball slammed into Chen Jin's open forehand side.

Chen Jin took a symbolic step to the right, but his racket swung in vain, missing the target.

"Wow—"

A huge cheer erupted from the stands.

Xuperman's live stream.

"what?"

Xu Xin looked slightly surprised. "Chen Jin actually conceded a goal at the start of the game? That's quite rare."

"Yes."

Cheng Jingqi nodded, "I guess their hands aren't even warm yet."

Although Chen Jin was once considered invincible on the court.

However, everyone's condition fluctuates, which is perfectly normal.

0: 1.

Chen Jin remained expressionless, his demeanor unchanged.

It was as if he wasn't the one who conceded the point on that last shot.

Serve again.

I hooked a short ball to the side of the middle.

Wang Chuqin thrust his left leg forward and twisted his arm in a straight line.

Chen Jin seemed to be a beat slow to react, and actually stuck on the anti-leak ball.

"Ok?"

Xu Xin's confusion deepened. "Why is it the middle lane again?"

"Wang Chuqin's topspin is renowned. Aren't Chen Jin's two serves giving him an opportunity?"

It's important to know that although Chen Jin's serves are mostly hook shots, the combination of varying landing points and spin, along with his ability to connect and maintain rallies, is enough to make him dominate the court.

This time, however, the serve landing point was a bit rigid.

This seems somewhat out of place compared to his previous unpredictable and varied serving style.

"Maybe they're short on cash."

Cheng Jingqi guessed, "The landing point wasn't controlled well."

Upon hearing this, Xu Xin did not speak, but his brows furrowed even more.

2: 0.

The serve went to Wang Chuqin.

Take a deep breath.

Wang Chuqin served the ball.

The middle position is slightly off-hand, towards the side and down.

This time, Chen Jin no longer played conservatively when receiving serves.

Step forward, raise your elbows and lower your shoulders.

"laugh!"

Twist and pull with the back hand.

However, perhaps they failed to anticipate the intensity of Wang Chuqin's serve's backspin.

It bounced back directly off the net.

"Holy crap, 0-3?!"

Xu Xin opened his mouth, his tone revealing a hint of disbelief, "Has Wang Chuqin improved, or is Chen Jin not in good form?"

In any previous match, even if Chen Jin lost points at the start, he was able to quickly catch up and take the lead.

But this time, they lost three points right from the start.

A corner of the stands.

Seeing the score on the scoreboard, Xie Mingyang snorted coldly: "This is not just throwing the game, it's throwing the whole country."

Chen Jin looked down at the rubber on his racket and lightly touched it with his fingers.

When he looked up, his brows furrowed slightly, just right.

A hint of annoyance flashed across his face.

Seeing this, Xie Mingyang sneered: "This acting... if I were the Oscars, I would definitely give Chen Jin an award."

3: 0.

Wang Chuqin continued serving.

The forehand is short.

Do not forward.

Chen Jin split the middle lane.

Wang Chuqin lowered his center of gravity, backhanded the ball, and charged forward fiercely.

Chen Jin's forehand fast drive is fluid and smooth.

Wang Chuqin stood firmly on the mid-to-near platform, refusing to back down, and pushed forward to counter-attack.

Chen Jin sidestepped and blocked with his forehand.

However, the racket handle was slightly too bright and failed to control the arc.

whoosh-

The ball went out of bounds.

"Wow!"

Seeing Wang Chuqin's dream start, the fans at the scene went wild.

"Go Wang Chuqin!"

The shouts were deafening.

Even Wang Chuqin found it unbelievable: "Am I that good today? I actually beat Chen Jin 4-0 in the first game?"

This feeling, both real and surreal, is like being in a dream.

0: 4.

Chen Jin hooks the middle lane.

Side down.

Wang Chuqin made a fuss.

Chen Jin swung back, halfway onto the stage.

"Chance!"

Wang Chuqin slid to the side, lowered his body, and prepared to shoot.

All the strength in his body suddenly erupted.

"Snapped!"

The sound of the ball hitting the ground was like thunder.

The ping-pong ball shot out with lightning speed, heading straight for Chen Jin's backhand corner.

As if he had practiced countless times, Chen Jin adjusted his feet with small, quick steps, extended his arms, and placed his racket against the table.

Use the opponent's force against them, and deftly deflect their attack.

This scene was so natural, just like eating, drinking, or going to the toilet.

1: 4.

Chen Jin finally pulled one back.

Subsequently.

Continue serving.

The forehand is short.

Wang Chuqin took a short step, but the angle of the board was slightly off.

With a hiss, the ball hit the net and rolled away.

4: 2.

Chen Jin scored another point.

"Whoo~"

After wiping his sweat, Wang Chuqin held a ping-pong ball in his hand and habitually blew on it.

Despite still leading in the score, I remained completely calm.

Stay calm and serve carefully.

The forehand is short.

Do not forward.

Chen Jin made a short, high jump.

A savage killing intent flashed in his eyes, and Wang Chuqin immediately leaped up, his wrist suddenly twitching.

"Snapped!"

A powerful, explosive upward thrust.

However, perhaps the angle of the shot was too strong, or perhaps Chen Jin's high ball with a slight backspin deceived the judgment.

I felt uneasy the moment I touched the ball.

歘——

The ping-pong ball hit the top of the net hard enough, then bounced back onto its own side of the table.

3: 4.

Seeing Chen Jin score another point, the cheers from the fans in the stadium subsided slightly. "Chen Jin has caught up... No, we have to find a way to turn the tide!"

Wang Chuqin gritted his teeth, his eyes hardening.

When serving, the body moves very little, and the wrist flicks discreetly.

whoosh-

Like a bullet leaving the barrel, it was fast and powerful, heading straight for Chen Jin's backhand baseline.

This sudden and unexpected growth caught everyone off guard.

However, the ball leaves the racket at the very moment.

Chen Jin's body seemed to be activated by an electric current!
Muscle memory, instantly awakened.

With a sudden push of his left foot, like a cheetah hunting its prey, he sidestepped with incredible speed.

Lower your center of gravity and pull your arms back.

The moment the ping-pong ball flew right in front of me, my core strength suddenly exploded.

"Snapped!"

A powerful forehand smash down the line.

The ball, like a white lightning bolt tearing through the night sky, slammed into Wang Chuqin's backhand sideline with overwhelming force.

The force and speed were so great that Wang Chuqin had no time to react.

4: 4.

They scored four consecutive points to tie the score.

"Damn, I acted impulsively."

A hint of annoyance flashed through Chen Jin's mind. "It's not entirely my fault."

"Your serve was so well placed that I couldn't help but hit it."

"I haven't had this much fun in a long time."

Xuperman's live stream.

Seeing Chen Jin's powerful forehand down the line, Xu Xin and Cheng Jingqi exclaimed in unison, "Great shot! Beautiful!"

Xu Xin's brows relaxed, and a smile appeared in his eyes: "This game is just right, this is the Chen Jin I know!"

While talking.

Chen Jin serves with a hook shot.

The middle lane is not turning.

Wang Chuqin swiftly cleaved Chen Jin's left half of the platform.

Chen Jin stepped back half a step with his right leg, squatted down, and lowered his center of gravity.

A backhand flick followed by a forward cross-court shot.

Wang Chuqin slid sideways and reached out to block.

boom!
Unable to control the arc, the return shot went out of bounds.

"You didn't press it down?"

Chen Jin frowned inwardly, "Looks like I'll have to be even gentler next time."

5: 4.

The score has been reversed.

Wang Chuqin lost five points in a row, so you can imagine the pressure he was under.

After stretching his arms and wrists, Wang Chuqin bent down to prepare for hair extensions.

"Break!"

The ball, with its strong sidespin and extremely high speed, shot like a cannonball towards the left corner of the table, towards Wang Chuqin.

—Stealth growth!
Wang Chuqin seemed to have anticipated this, moving his feet ahead of time, stabilizing his center of gravity, and launching a powerful forehand counter-loop as the ball rose.

"Snapped!"

With great force, it went straight for Chen Jin's backhand.

Chen Jin reacted quickly, stepping back half a step and then ripping the diagonal line with a backhand.

Wang Chuqin countered with a forehand loop, continuing to pressure Chen Jin's left side of the table.

Chen Jin's position seemed to be blocked.

Forced to retreat, they had no choice but to step back.

However, they did not panic.

As the body moves backward, the legs bend slightly, the feet are firmly planted, and the right arm sinks under the hip.

"Snapped!"

He suddenly swung it out with a backhand.

The topspin was powerful and the arc was low and flat, like a cannonball, blasting towards Wang Chuqin's forehand.

Wang Chuqin stood firmly at mid-to-close range, gritted his teeth, and unleashed a quick forehand drive.

Small movements, quick recovery.

Chen Jin stepped back from the table again and unleashed another powerful backhand flick.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

……

The sound of the ball hitting the shuttlecock was deafening.

Wang Chuqin positioned himself at mid-to-close range, using a fast forehand drive to forcefully counter Chen Jin's powerful backhand attacks from mid-to-long range, each shot heavier than the last.

A white blur streaked across the top of the table tennis table.

"Wow!"

The audience gasped in surprise.

After five or six rounds of high-speed rallies, Wang Chuqin felt that Chen Jin's powerful backhand loop from the mid-to-long range not only did not weaken at all, but became heavier and heavier.

He realized that if this continued, he would soon be unable to hold on any longer.

Immediately, at the moment of contact with the ball, the forehand quick drive is followed by a subtle flick of the wrist, forcibly changing the direction of the shot.

The ping-pong ball traced a strange, sideways arc, pouncing onto Chen Jin's forehand corner opening.

Its speed was as fast as lightning, beyond the reach of Chen Jin's whip.

5: 5.

The fans at the scene were shouting and cheering.

However, only those who truly understand football can see how terrifying this shot was.

For example, Xu Xin.

"My God."

Xu Xin's mouth dropped open, his face filled with shock. "Chen Jin's backhand mid-to-long range shot almost beat Wang Chuqin's close-range forehand?"

"That's incredible! Who would believe that this is a penhold backhand!"

Cheng Jingqi also praised, "Even Hao Ge wasn't this fierce back then."

At this moment.

Wang Chuqin has already begun serving.

Backhand position.

Side-up.

Chen Jin stepped forward and quickly ripped a straight shot with his backhand.

Swift as lightning, with a tricky landing point.

Wang Chuqin reacted just as quickly, holding the front of the table and tearing a diagonal line back.

Chen Jin leaped forward and lunged out, pulling back with his forehand.

It has little power, slow speed, and a slightly high arc, but its rotation is exceptionally strong.

Wang Chuqin quickly passed the ball, attempting to use the opponent's momentum.

But, at the moment the racket touches the ball.

The rotation was intense, exceeding expectations.

"Whoosh-"

The ball went out of bounds.

5: 6.

Chen Jin is in the lead again.

The rhythm of the game never stopped.

Wang Chuqin used a forehand sideways downward strike.

Chen Jin placed a short forehand small triangle on the left half of the table.

Wang Chuqin seized the opportunity, swung his left arm, and lunged forward with a forehand strike.

Chen Jin stepped back half a step from the stage and tore a diagonal line in the opposite direction.

Wang Chuqin continued his aggressive forehand attacks.

Chen Jin retreated from the table again, using his backhand to counter Wang Chuqin's close-to-the-table forehand.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

……

Above the table, only a white afterimage remained, barely visible to the naked eye.

Ultimately, Chen Jin missed the mark and swung his hand back, hitting the edge of the board.

The ping-pong ball flew diagonally off the table.

6: 6.

"Sigh~"

Xu Xin frowned slightly. "Why has Chen Jin been staying back from the table so much during this match? Is he testing a new playing style?"

Cheng Jingqi, who was standing next to him, also felt something was off.

After all, Chen Jin had won both of his previous encounters with Wang Chuqin by overwhelming force.

The score was not nearly as close as it seemed.

Cheng Jingqi guessed, "It's possible that Wang Chuqin prepared a secret weapon to deal with Chen Jin during his winter training."

Xu Xin shook his head: "No, Chen Jin's departure seemed a bit deliberate..."

On the playing field.

Wang Chuqin wiped the sweat from his face, his chest heaving.

On the surface, he remained calm, but inside he was overjoyed: "If I can hold my ground in the mid-to-close range, and use quick attacks and fast sets to connect the pieces, I can really compete with Chen Jin... The winter training was worth it!"

Confidence is like a powerful tonic; even the racket feels lighter.

They became more ruthless and decisive in their attacks.

In the following matches, Wang Chuqin repeatedly took the lead.

But strangely, the lead never exceeded two points, and Chen Jin would quickly tie or even overtake them.

soon.

The score came to 8:10.

Chen Jin took the lead and secured the game point.

Wang Chuqin stood in front of the platform, sweat dripping onto the ground, and looked at the scoreboard in disbelief.

8:10?

"In just the first game, I managed to take eight points from Chen Jin?"

In Wang Chuqin's memory, since the BJ Grand Slam last year, Chen Jin has been at the peak of his career, and almost no one can beat him by more than six points in a single game.

And now, I actually got eight points!

Boiling confidence drowns out fatigue.

"I have the serve, and I have a chance to win two points, level the score, or even... win this set!"

A chilling glint appeared in Wang Chuqin's eyes.

Hook serve.

A subtle wrist flick sends a short, high-spin ball straight to Chen Jin's backhand.

Chen Jin wanted to break free from short-term control.

The ball bounced high.

Wang Chuqin pounced on his prey like a tiger, unleashing a fierce and aggressive forehand attack!
The ball whistled sharply, heading straight for Chen Jin's open forehand position.

Chen Jin seemed startled by the speed of the ball, slowed his pace slightly, and symbolically reached out, leaving his racket a short distance from the ball.

9: 10.

The next serve will also be a hook shot.

However, the rotation has changed.

Chen Jin ate and then went offline.

10: 10.

"what--"

Wang Chuqin's fans went completely crazy.

(End of this chapter)