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

Chapter 411 Stealing the Long Distance! Xie Mingyang's mentality collapsed?
"Choo-hoo!"

"Zhu--"

After Zhang Ben stole several long balls in a row, they finally got their revenge.

Xie Mingyang clenched his fist and roared.

This point was like a thunderclap splitting through the darkness, shattering the gloom that had accumulated in my heart.

"You try stealing one again, you son of a bitch!"

Xie Mingyang glanced at Zhang Ben.

Unexpectedly, Tomokazu Harimoto seemed unconvinced and continued to serve long on his second serve.

However, the landing point has changed.

He rushed towards Xie Mingyang's backhand side, using an even more tricky angle, directly aiming for a change of direction.

Fortunately, Xie Mingyang was highly focused, moved quickly, and slashed diagonally with a backhand.

Zhang Benzhihe was well-prepared, keeping his center of gravity extremely low, and then quickly ripped the ball with a backhand.

The ball was extremely fast, returning to Xie Mingyang's open forehand side.

Xie Mingyang pushed off with his left foot, unleashing incredible power and speed as he leaped forward to attack the opponent's forehand.

The racket barely reached the ball just as the body was about to lose balance.

With a flick of the wrist, he executed an extreme high-flying maneuver close to the net.

"laugh!"

The ball narrowly missed the net, flying with a strong arc towards Zhang Ben's side of the table.

Zhang Benzhihe clearly didn't expect that Xie Mingyang could save the ball.

Moreover, they even wiped a net.

Fortunately, the ball wasn't very fast, allowing Tomokazu Harimoto to accelerate again and tap it gently.

The ball was returned slightly high.

At this moment, Xie Mingyang had already adjusted his center of gravity and descended the mountain like a tiger.

A powerful forehand smash, clean and decisive.

"Snapped!"

Tomokazu Harimoto was still recovering his balance and couldn't save the ball in time.

5: 5.

The score is tied.

"Whoo~"

Xie Mingyang exhaled a long breath, as if trying to transform all the pressure into breath.

Among those present, Zhang Jiahao was the most excited.

"It's awesome!"

Zhang Jiahao said nervously, "The score is finally tied. Let's play steadily and win this game."

It was Xie Mingyang's turn to serve.

The forehand is short.

Side down.

Zhang Benzhihe made a precise prediction, thrusting his right leg forward, lowering his shoulder and raising his elbow, and flipping his wrist.

"laugh!"

Twist and pull diagonally with a reverse grip.

Xie Mingyang positioned himself near the center of the table, shifted his weight forward, and quickly ripped the ball with a backhand.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

……

The two exchanged a quick, backhand tug, as fast as lightning.

On the table, only a white afterimage remained.

After six or seven rounds.

Zhang Benzhihe suddenly launched a surprise attack, abruptly changing course.

"Snapped!"

They aimed straight for Xie Mingyang's forehand position.

Xie Mingyang took a cross step and leaped into the air.

However, it was ultimately too late.

5: 6.

Continue serving.

Xie Mingyang switched to a hook shot.

Middle road.

Short on the lower side.

Zhang Benzhihe took a short step forward.

The landing point was excellent, grazing the net and heading towards Xie Mingyang's forehand corner.

Xie Mingyang stepped forward and hoisted the board high.

But Zhang Benzhihe pulled him back from the side.

7: 5.

Tomokazu Harimoto took his place on the serve again.

The air condensed again.

Xie Mingyang's newly ignited confidence was dampened by those two goals.

He hunched his back slightly, sweat trickling down his furrowed brow.

He shook his head vigorously, took a deep breath, and stared intently at his opponent.

Tomokazu Harimoto's eyes were as cold as knives, like those of an emotionless machine.

Slightly bend your body and toss the ball upwards.

At the moment of impact, the wrist accelerates sharply. And yet another long shot aimed at the forehand side!
The white ping-pong ball, with a low, whistling sound, like a bullet leaving the barrel, once again accurately struck Xie Mingyang's forehand corner.

"Still growing secretly?!"

Xie Mingyang pushed off with his feet and lunged forward again with a forehand attack.

However, Tomokazu Harimoto's serve this time was fast, arched, and close to the sideline.

The pace was a little slow.

He could only watch helplessly as the white light swept past the huge gap in his forehand position, slammed hard onto the table, and bounced away with a desperate crack.

8: 5.

"Holy crap, another case of stealing growth?"

Zhang Jiahao was speechless. "Was Tomokazu Harimoto trying to serve longer in this game?"

Not only him, but even Xie Mingyang, who is usually calm, was made to lose his composure by Zhang Benzhihe's continuous steals.

A surge of restless anger suddenly rose from the depths of his heart, scorching Xie Mingyang's composure.

In the next few balls, Xie Mingyang once again fell into a chaotic quagmire, like a trapped beast that was enraged but could not find a way out.

Tomokazu Harimoto, however, remained as steadfast as a rock.

Facing a half-high ball that wasn't a great opportunity, Xie Mingyang's eyes turned red, and he ignored everything and forcefully turned to the side.

With his body almost out of balance, he unleashed a powerful forehand smash.

The ball, like a runaway horse, with terrifying spin and speed, was completely out of control and slammed hard against the side of the table.

歘——

With a sharp, piercing sound, it flew directly out of bounds.

5: 9.

"Too urgent."

Chen Jin sighed heavily.

It was Xie Mingyang's turn to serve.

Xie Mingyang's chest heaved violently, and sweat streamed down his brow bone into his eyes, causing a stinging and blurring sensation.

Short backhand.

Do not forward.

The curve is a bit too high.

Like a shark smelling blood, Tomokazu Harimoto lunged forward, flicked his wrist, and unleashed an extremely violent backhand twist in a straight line.

The ball, like a white lightning bolt, pierced Xie Mingyang's open forehand side.

5: 10.

Tomokazu Harimoto reached game point.

"It's collapsed..."

Zhang Jiahao's voice was hoarse, filled with disbelief and despair, "Your mentality has been completely ruined?"

Looking at Xie Mingyang, who was pale and had a somewhat unfocused look on the court, he simply couldn't reconcile this boy, who was on the verge of losing control, with the calm, self-controlled, and steady "Zhang Ben's nemesis" he usually was.

The brutal pressure of his first World Cup, along with those unseen yet heavy off-field factors, were like invisible ropes, tightly strangling Xie Mingyang and suffocating him.

On the other side, Tomokazu Harimoto, who was equally young but had already been through countless battles and honed in the crucible of numerous major competitions, had a calm and unwavering gaze, and his movements were steady, precise, and unhurried.

This stability itself is the most terrifying weapon.

Fortunately, Xie Mingyang seized the opportunity in the next serving round.

Two consecutive attacks resulted in a two-point victory.

In addition, Tomokazu Harimoto subsequently made a service error.

Xie Mingyang won three match points in a row.

Second serve.

Tomokazu Harimoto has once again stolen a growth spot.

This time, Xie Mingyang kept a close eye on things.

He leaped and dived, successfully saving the ball.

However, Tomokazu Harimoto seemed to have anticipated this, and pulled back from the side.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound.

The ping-pong ball transformed into a thin white streak, carrying a strong sidespin, and flew along the sideline, almost grazing the white upper edge of the net, heading straight for Xie Mingyang's backhand corner.

The route is extremely difficult.

Hsieh Ming-yang fought hard to defend the left half of the table.

But it was too late.

"昘——"

The ball slammed heavily against the corner of the table on Xie Mingyang's side, making a dull thud, before bouncing off and rolling to the ground.

Xie Mingyang remained frozen in place, his outstretched hand still in the same position.

The sounds of the entire world seemed to be instantly sucked away, leaving only the roar of blood rushing to the head and my own heavy, bellows-like breathing.

Sweat blurred his vision, and he blinked blankly, looking across at the other side.

Tomokazu Harimoto remained expressionless, only slightly raising his chin, his eyes as sharp as ever.

He made a symbolic fist slap, the movement restrained and calm, and unusually, he didn't make a sound.

His posture was like that of a hunter who had already foreseen the outcome, calmly inspecting his prey.

"11-8! Tomokazu Harimoto wins the third game! Leads the match 2-1!"

The referee's pronouncement echoed coldly in the suddenly quiet stadium, each word like a heavy hammer blow to Xie Mingyang's heart.

ended.

The third game is over.

The score was 1:2 behind.

One foot was already on the edge of the cliff.

Xie Mingyang turned mechanically and walked towards the rest area on the sidelines, his steps unsteady.

(End of this chapter)