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

Chapter 423 Post-match urine test, Chen Jin is the most outrageous.

"Chen Jin!"

"come on--"

……

"Chen Jin!"

"come on--"

……

The shouts from the crowd surged like a torrent, rushing down from every corner of the stands and flowing towards the center of the field, creating an invisible echo.

Chen Jin finally experienced the advantage of playing on home turf.

Back on the sidelines.

Wang Hao got up to hand over water, greeting him with a smile: "You played well."

"But the competition isn't over yet, so we can't let our guard down."

His gaze shifted, sharp as a sword, piercing towards the other side of the table.

It's worth noting that Hugo fought his way into the finals, achieving a miraculous comeback by defeating three opponents single-handedly.

Three top table tennis players—Zhang Benzhihe, Lin Shidong, and Wang Chuqin—have all fallen to him, proving his formidable strength.

"Hugo's ability to get here was not due to luck."

Wang Hao's smile faded, and he said seriously, "In the next game, he will most likely try to win the first three rounds quickly and disrupt your rhythm."

Chen Jin nodded, clutching the towel tightly.

"Control his position, don't let him get comfortable."

Wang Hao's voice was low but clear and decisive: "Vary the landing points more, use forehand and backhand, combine long and short shots, and limit the opponent's ability to attack."

"In addition, we must keep an eye on his tendency to grow taller, especially in the middle position."

"Take the initiative to meet them head-on, and push forward against the odds."

"Place your shots in the most awkward spots, like under the armpits or on the chest."

"Hold him in place, make him lose his footing and his strength, as long as you're not moved at a large angle, he can't break through you..."

After playing one game, Chen Jin has adapted to Hugo's playing style and intensity.

With Wang Hao's off-court guidance, it was like adding wings to a tiger.

"Time!"

The referee's reminder, like a sharp blade, cut through the noise.

The stands erupted in cheers once again.

Countless eager eyes were focused on the center of the table tennis table.

Hugo stood at the serve position, looking serious, toying with the ping-pong ball in his hand.

A pair of brown eyes, like those of a hawk, locked onto Chen Jin.

Take a deep breath.

His left arm rose high and then swiftly swung down.

"昘——"

The ping-pong ball flew out of his hand like an arrow, heading straight for Chen Jinzhong Road.

The ball moves extremely fast and lands extremely deep.

It was obvious that Hugo was trying to serve long and then open up the game with a strong attack in the first three shots.

However, Wang Hao's prediction was etched into Chen Jin's very bones.

Just as Hugo served.

Chen Jin started moving with his feet, as swift as a rabbit, and slid sideways.

The ball flew right in front of me, just as it reached its highest point.

Push off, turn, and swing the racket.

His right arm, which had been gathering all his strength, shot out like a whip.

"Snapped!"

A sudden clap of thunder resounded.

Penetrating the base plate.

With terrifying power and spin, the ping-pong ball, like a raging dragon, thundered and shattered the sky, carrying unparalleled momentum, crashing down towards Hugo's backhand corner.

Its power and speed are so great that even a thousand hands and a hundred arms could not stop it.

boom!
The ball, like a cannonball, exploded with a loud bang behind Hugo's backboard.

0: 1.

"Choo-hoo!"

"Zhu--"

Wang Hao clenched his fist and roared.

The audience erupted in enthusiastic cheers.

"Whoo~"

Hugo remained expressionless and exhaled a long breath. "It seems that Chen Jin is already prepared for my long ball."

If we continue to recklessly grow stronger, we will only become the target of the opponent's first attack.

Therefore, we have no choice but to give up for now.

Second serve.

The middle path is short.

Do not forward.

Chen Jin stepped forward with his right foot, lowering his center of gravity, and extended his right arm.

Control the racket angle with your fingers and wrist, seize the rising phase of the ball, and flick your wrist to chop diagonally.

The white ball, with an extremely short arc, landed precisely, skimming the net and heading towards Hugo's forehand corner.

Hugo immediately stepped forward, raising his hand and lowering his shoulder.

In the later stages of descent, the forearm accelerates and retracts rapidly, while the wrist grips and brakes.

"laugh!"

This shot, topspin loop.

Although it rotates intensely, it is not fast.

Moreover, the curve is too high.

This gave Chen Jin enough time to adjust and exert his strength.

Slide to the side and prepare to swing.

Facing the high point of the incoming ball, push off with your legs, rotate your waist and thrust your hips, driving your shoulders and arms, and channeling power into your wrists and forearms, unleashing a burst of power in an instant.

"Snapped!"

It was as if the Thunder God was enraged.

The ping-pong ball transformed into a thunderbolt, tearing through the void and instantly piercing Hugo's backhand defense.

2: 0.

Switch sides and serve.

Chen Jin hooked a short sideways cross with his forehand.

Knowing that Chen Jin's first three moves were so strong that he could hardly withstand them, Hugo's apprehension quietly grew.

Although he knew he was no match for Chen Jin in the station, he could only grit his teeth and do his best to control the station and limit Chen Jin's offensive.

Think about this.

Hugo stepped forward and placed a short cross-court pass.

Surprisingly, it was Chen Jin who was unwilling to get entangled with him.

A downward cut at the forearm, with a slight tremor in the wrist.

"laugh!"

A quick cross to the baseline, closing in on Hugo's pursuit position.

Hugo reacted extremely quickly, kicking his right leg sharply to the left to create space for his forehand.

His body moved like a spring shoot up from dry land, high in the air, performing an arc swing.

However, unlike the previous goal.

Hugo's shot placement was incredibly precise and difficult.

It flew towards Chen Jin's backhand corner.

Just as Hugo made his move.

Chen Jin made a move.

"Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta!"

Five steps per second.

In a very short time, the person drifted laterally, forcefully creating space for a powerful forehand smash from an extremely awkward backhand triangle position.

sideways!

Start the shot!

All in one go.

The body's center of gravity shifted entirely to the right foot, and the muscles in the right leg bulged like iron.

Power originates from the earth.

Kick your legs, twist your waist, extend your shoulders, and focus your arms.

Finally, like a volcanic eruption, all of it was poured into the wrist and forearm.

"Whoosh~"

The racket sliced ​​through the air, creating a thunderous sound.

next second.

"Snapped!"

A thunderous sound, like the sound of a ball being struck, suddenly echoed throughout the stadium.

The ping-pong ball is like a meteorite engulfed in raging flames, carrying a destructive power that crushes everything in its path.
It was blasted towards Hugo's left side of the stage.

"昘——"

Hugo hadn't reacted yet.

The ball has landed.

It left a clear white mark on the board, then bounced high into the air, crashing into the baffle with a dull echo.

3: 0.

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Lin Shidong's eyes widened, his face filled with shock: "Holy crap, such fast footwork... How can he even do a sideways burst of speed? Five steps per second, is Ryu Seung-min possessing him?"

Zhang Jiahao looked smug, as if he had hit the ball himself, while inwardly scoffing, "Isn't it possible that your footwork is too weak?"

While talking.

Chen Jin continues serving.

Short, no-spin forehand stroke.

Hugo split it long.

Chen Jin backhanded the ball.

The arc is slightly high, and the speed is not fast.

"Chance!"

Hugo's eyes flashed with a fierce light.

With feet like springs, I pushed off sharply to the left, instantly shifting my body to create space.

The left leg is bent, and the center of gravity is low.

The right arm, holding the racket, is pulled back to its maximum extent, and the power of the whole body gathers like a storm.
When the ball bounces to its highest point, it is released with a bang.

"Snapped!"

Hugo sprinted sideways.

This shot embodied Hugo's courage and determination in taking a desperate gamble.

The ball flew like a meteor, heading straight for Chen Jin's most vulnerable spot, under his right armpit.

Chen Jingang completed his backhand attack, maintaining his weight on the backhand side.

Hugo's desperate strike landed precisely in the corner of his backhand-to-forehand transition.

A backhand sidehand strike, twisting the wrist.

Switching to a forehand was too late. In an instant.

The ping-pong ball hurtled towards them, carrying the aura of death, and was already upon them!
At the critical moment.

As if triggering muscle memory, Chen Jin's deep-rooted penhold instinct was fully activated.

He stepped back half a step with his left foot, forcibly shifting his weight to create a tiny bit of space.

With a lightning-fast inward flick of the right wrist, the forearm receives the ball and thrusts it forward and upward.

—Push!
There were no fancy side swings or spinning attacks, nor were there any sweeping, powerful strikes.

The purest, simplest, and oldest form of forearm pushing force.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound, unlike the explosive force.

Hugo's explosive side-step was unexpectedly blocked by Chen Jin's divine intervention, causing him to slam hard into the right sideline of the table.

At this moment, Hugo remained in the forward-leaning posture after his explosive side thrust.

Having just unleashed its full power, the body didn't have time to recover.

Before he could even see Chen Jin's movements clearly, he caught a glimpse of the white ball flying along an unbelievable straight trajectory, incredibly fast, towards his open forehand side.

0: 4.

xuperman's live stream.

Countless comments flooded out like a tsunami.

"?????"

"Holy crap, a push-lock?!"

"Am I blind? I'm not seeing things, am I? It's a push-block?"

"What the hell is this ancient divine skill???"

……

"Fuck!"

Xu Xin stared in disbelief and blurted out, "That push, that straight shot... it's too elegant!"

"Damn it, Chen Jin got the ball."

"It's been so many years since I've seen such a clean, sharp, and penetrating straight-grip push in an international competition, especially against Hugo's side-spin smash."

At this moment.

The slow-motion replay freezes on the moment Chen Jin's wrist tucks in and his forearm pushes forward.

The angle of the racket, the slightest adjustment of the wrist, the transfer of power... every detail is revealed in its entirety.

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Liu Guoliang, Qin Zhijian, and the others couldn't help but smile knowingly when they saw Chen Jin use the long-lost push-block technique.

"Although the technology is a bit outdated, the skills of the older generation can really save lives in critical moments."

Liu Guoliang laughed.

"Yes."

Most of those present were veterans who had witnessed the glorious era of the penhold grip, and they all wore smiles.

The penhold push-block technique, which had long disappeared from the international arena, regained its brilliance in Chen Jin's hands, as if it had instantly brought them back to the glorious years of war.

Before the感慨 (feelings of deep emotion) had subsided, the competition continued.

Hugo serves.

The middle path is short.

Side down.

Chen Jin was on high alert, quickly stepped forward, lowered his center of gravity, and bent his wrist inward.

Catching the ball as it begins to descend, suddenly rotate your wrist counterclockwise.

"laugh!"

The friction was harsh.

The ping-pong ball traced an exaggerated and bizarre C-shaped arc in mid-air, flying towards Hugo's forehand corner.

— Twist with your forehand!

Its side spin is so strong and its speed so fast that it is comparable to the backhand topspin.

Hugo was completely taken aback and, unable to pounce, could only watch from afar.

0: 5.

"What a powerful forehand twist!"

Xu Xin exclaimed in amazement, "I can do a right-hand twist too, but not as exaggerated as Chen Jin's. His wrist talent is too strong."

They were down by five points at the start.

Hugo felt immense pressure.

"Whoo~"

Take a deep breath.

Hugo knew he had to change the rhythm.

They immediately switched to a high-toss serve.

The middle path is short.

Backspin.

Chen Jin stepped forward and swung his short sword.

Unexpectedly, this ball had extremely strong backspin.

My hand control was a little off, and I ended up losing the ball to the net.

5: 1.

Chen Jin frowned slightly and glanced down at the racket: "Spin it like this?"

However, in the next match...

Everything is still under Chen Jin's control.

Whether controlling the table or launching long-ball attacks, they formed a tight net, restricting Hugo's initiative.

Hugo had a lot of strength, but he felt like he had nowhere to use it.

6: 1.

1: 7.

2: 7.

8: 2.

8: 3.

……

The score was a relentless and crushing defeat.

The score quickly reached 10:3.

Seven game points!
Despair, like a cold tide, spread from his feet to his entire body, almost completely engulfing Hugo.

Sweat had already soaked through his jersey, clinging to his broad back and outlining the contours of his muscles.

Each heavy breath was accompanied by a burning sensation, and his lungs felt like they were being pulled apart by a broken bellows.

Hugo stood at the serve position, his eyes fixed on the small white ball in his hand.

It was as if this was his last straw.

Can't give up!

Even if I only have one breath left!

Hugo's eyes burned with a final, unwilling resentment and a ferocious, beast-like rage.

He took a deep breath, as if trying to suck up all the air in the stadium, his chest heaving violently.

With his arm raised high, he used all the remaining strength in his body to smash the ball hard towards Chen Jin's backhand baseline corner.

—A fast-paced, long-distance run!

Speed, power, rotation... all of them had reached his current limit.

The ball, like a wild horse, roared towards Chen Jin's defense with an unstoppable momentum.

The ball moves extremely fast and lands extremely deep.

Chen Jin was prepared and, without any hesitation, quickly shifted his center of gravity backward, as smoothly as flowing water.

With a backhand flick, he launched a forward-moving arc.

Hugo took a half step back and tore back with increased force.

Chen Jin turned sideways and executed a forehand reverse pull.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

……

Two figures ran back and forth at an extremely fast speed on either side of the table.

They clashed with forehands and unleashed powerful backhand attacks, going back and forth without a clear winner.

Sudden.

Hugo twisted his waist forcefully, and with an extremely awkward movement, forcefully pulled back Chen Jin's backhand sideline.

Chen Jin took a step and a crossover step, traversing the entire table and flashing to the left side of the table.

Hold the racket with your wrist and suddenly twist it inwards towards your body.

As the ball descends and is about to hit the ground, the arm swings out swiftly from bottom to top and from the inside out, like a snake emerging from its hole.

At the moment of contact with the ball, he flicked his wrist and made a powerful side cut.

"laugh--"

A sharp and strange screeching sound, like metal scraping against glass, suddenly rang out!
Ping-pong seems to have been imbued with magic.

Instead of flying along the normal return trajectory, it drew an unbelievable side curve in the air!

The ball moves at extremely high speed and goes sideways around the net.

As if controlled by an invisible hand, it drew a strange "S" shaped trajectory in the air, with strong side spin and descent, and crashed into the far corner of the table near the sideline on Hugo's forehand side.

After the ball landed on the table, it did not bounce forward immediately.

Instead, it seemed as if it was stuck, and strangely "slid" a short distance laterally along the edge of the table before reluctantly jumping up.

"???"

Hugo was completely dumbfounded.

From Chen Jin's bizarre swing motion, to the ear-piercing sound he made when hitting the ball, and then to the eerie arc that drifted like a ghost and finally landed in the open space on his forehand side...

All of this was beyond his comprehension.

He even forgot to move, his massive body frozen in place, only able to watch helplessly as the ball glided and bounced like a ghost, finally landing powerlessly on the floor of his half of the table.

11: 3.

Dead!

Absolute silence!

Time seemed to be paused.

The vast venue held countless spectators, who were frozen in place, all dumbfounded.

next second.

Like a volcano that has been accumulating for thousands of years erupting.

"boom--!!!"

A deafening roar swept across the stadium.

"Chen Jin! Chen Jin! Chen Jin!"

The shouts were unified and resounding, like waves crashing one after another.

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Lin Shidong sprang up as if struck by lightning, clutching his head with both hands, his eyes wide open, and his mouth agape as if it could fit an egg.

Holy crap!!!

Lin Shidong exclaimed in shock, "This...this is a god-tier ball? That's incredible!"

"The post-match doping test will definitely be the most outrageous one from my brother Jin."

Zhang Jiahao looked resolute.

(End of this chapter)