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

Chapter 427 Reversal!

7: 10.

All eyes at the scene were focused on Chen Jin.

At such a crucial point, and with the opponent getting a lucky shot, any other player would have already lost their composure.

However, Chen Jin does not seem to have done so.

He simply tilted his head slightly, his expression showing no anger, no complaint, and not a trace of emotion.

It was as if this lucky shot, which was enough to change the situation and destroy mentality, was just a wisp of wind.

It brushes past without leaving a trace.

Chen Jin bent down to pick up the ball, weighed it in his hand, and then walked to the left side of the table, wiping the sweat from his fingers.

"Ok?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Lin Shidong's eyes. "Why is Chen Jin still using this ball?"

If other players lost a point because of this ball, they would definitely not continue to use it.

After all, it was tainted with some bad luck.

However, Chen Jin disregarded past grievances.

"The rules of the competition don't say that this ball can't be used, right?"

Having spent a long time with Chen Jin, Zhang Jiahao understands Chen Jin's mindset very well. "With my brother Jin's personality, he will get up wherever he falls."

While talking.

Chen Jin walked back to the serve position.

Bend over.

Lower your center of gravity and hold the ball in your palm.

His eyes were sharp and focused.

It's as if nothing that just happened has occurred.

The ball was tossed high into the air.

Chen Jin's backhand motion seemed no different from before.

however.

The moment he touched the ball, he suddenly shifted his center of gravity.

The wrist suddenly accelerated.

"昘——"

A fast, long ball, rushing towards Hugo's backhand baseline.

It's fast and lands at the top.

However, as a top player in the world of table tennis, Hugo did not relax his vigilance even after reaching game point.

On the contrary, they became increasingly focused.

Although Chen Jinbo's growth rate was fast, Hugo still kept an eye on him.

"Trying to steal my long ball?"

Hugo did not hesitate at all.

With a push of his foot, he slid sideways.

As the center of gravity shifts downward, the right arm is already in position for the backswing.

The entire movement was executed in one smooth motion, as fast as lightning.

This is the opportunity he's been waiting for.

One strike, and the game is over!
"Snapped!"

Hugo met the incoming ball with a sudden swing of his racket.

Powerful and expansive.

The racket shot out with a whooshing sound like thunder.

The moment the ball is struck.

Sudden.

Hugo's expression changed drastically.

"Backspin?!"

Chen Jin added a strong backspin to this fast, long ball!
"Oops!"

Hugo's heart skipped a beat.

In an attempt to win in one go, he exerted too much force.

The racket angle is adjusted for a neutral ball, and although the power is great, the friction is not enough to counteract the backspin.

"puff!"

As if deflated.

The ball, propelled by Hugo's full-force burst, followed a downward arc, as if it had been forcefully pressed down by an invisible hand.

Eat, turn, crash into the net.

10: 8.

Chen Jin scored another point.

The suspense of the match continues.

"Whoo~"

Wang Hao, who was sitting on the sidelines, let out a long breath, "Fortunately, that close call didn't affect Chen Jin's mentality."

"However, the next two balls are the key."

The serve returned to Hugo.

This means that Hugo has the initiative in the game.

If Chen Jin fails to handle the serve properly, he will directly lose the game.

The pressure was immense.

"Hold on!"

Wang Hao stared intently at Chen Jin's figure, his fists clenching involuntarily.

Switch sides and serve.

Hugo glanced at Chen Jin's position.

Toss the ball and prepare to swing.

"laugh!"

Forehand small triangle, upper side.

The second jump is short and arched.

Chen Jin's feet seemed to be springy, and he took a big step forward, instantly seizing the best hitting position.

Lean forward, shifting your weight onto your right leg.

Lower your shoulders and raise your elbows.

Adduct your wrist.

Facing the ball from the upper side, seize the opportunity during its upward trajectory.

"Snapped!"

Twist with a reverse grip.

Hugo's pupils contracted, and the moment Chen Jin prepared to shoot, his body weight subconsciously shifted towards his forehand position.

Because, judging from Chen Jin's movements, it was clear that he was going to twist and pull the diagonal line.

A long diagonal line indicates low risk.

However, he overlooked one point.

Chen Jin is a penhold grip player.

The dexterity of a penhold grip is beyond imagination.

But then Chen Jin suddenly twisted his wrist, and with his powerful force and instantaneous friction, he managed to twist it into a straight line.

The ball, like lightning, carrying an aura of destruction, slashed towards Hugo's backhand sideline.

"!"

Hugo's heart sank to the bottom.

Misjudgment!

He never expected that Chen Jin would be so bold as to use a backhand smash down the line from the small triangle position on his forehand side.

In an attempt to force a turnaround, he lunged towards his backhand side to save the ball.

It's too late.

"10:9."

The referee's voice sounded.

“Wow——!!!”

The entire venue erupted in cheers.

Cheers, screams, applause... swept everything away like a tsunami.

"Choo-hoo!"

"Zhu--"

Wang Hao leaped up, clenched his fist, and roared.

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All the coaches and players stood up and applauded enthusiastically.

Zhang Jiahao was so excited that he trembled all over, clenched his fists tightly, and waved them forcefully, muttering to himself as if chanting a spell: "Turnaround, turnaround, turnaround..."

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Xu Xin's mouth dropped open, and it took him a while to find his voice, which was filled with disbelief: "A forehand small triangle, and he actually did a backhand topspin, and it was a straight line?!"

"Wow, Lin Yun-ru, after seeing Chen Jin's shot, everyone has to worship him."

Little did people know that Chen Jin and Lin Yun-ju, known for his top-hand topspin in Taiwan, were teammates during last year's Chinese Table Tennis Super League, and they had practiced and exchanged skills together.

Across the pool table, Hugo felt as if his heart was being gripped tightly by a cold hand.

From 9:3 to 10:9.

The huge lead slipped away as quickly as sand through one's fingers.

Sweat soaked his temples and slid down his cheeks.

"I'm still in the lead and have match point."

Hugo took a deep breath. "Just one more point, just one more point. I only need to win this game."

"Even if I lose this point, it will only be 10-10, and I will still have a chance."

"Stay calm, don't panic!"

"Come on!"

Hugo jumped up and down in place, trying to dispel the stiffness in his muscles and the pressure in his heart.

I walked to the serve position and took another deep breath.

His gaze swept over Chen Jin's ready-to-fight figure, then returned to the small ball in his own hand.

We cannot be conservative!

I need a high-quality serve to regain control of the game!
Think of this.

Hugo tossed the ball high into the air, then turned his waist to prepare his racket.

"Break!"

—Stealth growth!
However, at the very moment he exerted force with his wrist, immense psychological pressure acted like an invisible shackle, causing his movement to undergo a barely perceptible distortion.

The ball flew off the racket and hit the top edge of the net without veering off course.

It bounces and flies high into the air.

This time, Lady Luck did not smile upon them.

It hit the net and went out of bounds.

10: 10.

Hugo froze on the spot, as if struck by an invisible lightning bolt.

A service error, at such a crucial moment, is even more fatal than losing a point outright.

Seeing Chen Jin equalize the score, Zhang Jiahao's gloom vanished, replaced by a bright smile: "What goes around comes around."

"So what if you have a lot of lucky shots? In crucial moments, one mistake can be the death of you."

Moreover, it was obvious that Hugo's serve went wrong because of the pressure from Chen Jin's continuous scoring.

A comeback is within reach.

The atmosphere at the scene was completely ignited. "Chen Jin!"

"come on--"

……

"come on!"

"Chen Jin—"

……

The shouts from the crowd were perfectly synchronized.

Like a tsunami, one wave higher than the next.

When Chen Jin bent down again and stood at his serving position, the thunderous cheers seemed to subside instantly, as if by magic.

High toss serve.

The forehand is short.

Hugo adjusted his mindset, quickly took a step forward, lowered his center of gravity, and gently swung his arms short.

However, slight deviations occurred when trying to control the movement.

The ball bounced high and halfway off the table.

Chen Jin's eyes flashed with cold light as he gathered power in his waist and abdomen, launching a powerful forehand attack.

"Snapped!"

Like a thunderbolt.

Hugo reacted extremely quickly, hastily stepping back off the stage and barely managing to defend against the attack.

However, the quality of the return shot was not high.

"Snapped!"

Chen Jin showed no mercy, unleashing another powerful smash towards Hugo's forehand corner.

Hugo was forced to retreat repeatedly by two consecutive, unreasonable, and violent forehand attacks.

However, his advantage of height and long arms was on full display at this moment.

Faced with this explosive attack heading straight for the corner, Hugo took a cross step and lunged forward with a forehand, almost losing his balance.

With his amazing flexibility and arm span, he stretched his right arm to its limit and, with the racket in an almost impossible position, forcefully pulled the ball back.

"Snapped!"

The ping-pong ball, with a strong topspin, headed straight for the center of Chen Jin's table.

Although the route wasn't particularly tricky, it was extremely fast and powerful.

This counter-attack instantly transformed the passive defense into a powerful offensive.

"Snapped!"

……

Several deafeningly loud high-speed forehand rallies followed, the white ball flashing wildly through the center of the table at a dazzling speed.

This is the ultimate collision of power and speed, and even more so, the pinnacle showdown of will and skill!

Chen Jin stood firmly on the platform, his feet seemingly rooted to the ground, his waist and stance perfectly integrated.

Every forehand smash was powerful and heavy, with tricky angles, relentlessly suppressing Hugo's forehand position.

Hugo, with his height, long reach, and powerful core strength, fought and retreated, moving from the close-range to the mid-range and then to the far-range.

Every counter-attack was executed with all his might, forcefully pushing back Chen Jin's explosive surge.

Sweat streamed down their faces, their eyes burning with an unyielding, relentless intensity.

When the two players engaged in a fierce forehand exchange, and neither gained the upper hand, the two sides were locked in a stalemate.

Sudden.

Chen Jin twisted his waist and subtly flicked his wrist outward, instantly adjusting the board's shape.

"Snapped!"

The ball's trajectory changed.

Instead of rushing towards Hugo's forehand side, it drew a strange side curve, heading straight for Hugo's left half of the table's backhand corner.

Hugo's attention was entirely focused on dealing with Chen Jin's relentless barrage on his forehand, and his body weight was completely on his right side.

When I saw the ball suddenly change direction and head straight for my backhand opening, I was startled.

It's trying to force a shift in its center of gravity, moving to the left.

Unfortunately, the conversion is a bit slow.

"Break!"

Hitting the edge of the racket.

The ping-pong ball bounced high into the air, tracing a high and graceful arc before landing on Chen Jin's side of the table.

After Chen Jin successfully changed direction, his body was already in position.

His eyes, like the most precise radar, instantly locked onto the white ball that had bounced high into the air, predicting its landing point and trajectory.

The penhold grip has been changed to a horizontal grip.

He even flipped the racket over, switching to the side with the backboard, and made a move as if he wanted to smash the ball violently.

Witnessing Chen Jin's powerful smash, like a tiger pouncing on its prey, Hugo felt a chill run down his spine.

The overwhelming sense of crisis left him no time to think.

The body's instinctive reaction is to retreat!

Retreat far enough away to try and defend against the impending thunderous blow.

Hugo suddenly pushed off the ground with both feet, like a startled rabbit, and instantly retreated to the far end of the table, more than three meters away.

His eyes were fixed on Chen Jin's raised racket, awaiting that thunderous strike.

Not just Hugo.

Almost everyone at the scene thought that Chen Jin's next shot would be a thunderous and powerful smash.

To end this easily attainable point in the most violent and exhilarating way.

however.

Just as the white ball began its descent from its highest point, about to reach the perfect height for a powerful smash, a calm, all-knowing glint flashed in Chen Jin's eyes.

The racket, raised high, did not come crashing down as expected.

Instead, at the instant of contact with the falling ball, the powerful smash instantly transforms into a gentle lift.

Like a spring breeze caressing the willows.

—Short!
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Hugo was completely stunned.

All his predictions and preparations were for that imagined, violent smash.

He retreated too far.

It is far enough to defend against any powerful heavy artillery.

However, he was powerless to reach the light, delicate ball at the net right in front of him.

However, Hugo did not give up.

His body shot forward like an arrow released from a bow.

Its towering body unleashed its last strength, attempting to salvage that one point that was both so close and yet so far away.

Regrettably.

It's still too far away.

They could only watch helplessly as the small white ball bounced on the table.

10: 11.

Chen Jin took the lead.

"Whoa—!!!!!!!!!!!!"

A massive wave of cheers, like a nuclear explosion, swept across the stadium.

"Ahhhh-"

Zhang Jiahao shouted excitedly, "We've taken the lead! We've taken the lead! Did you see that?"

"What did I say? My brother Jin plays with skill, and he can turn the tide whenever he wants!"

The pressure was immense, crashing down on Hugo.

10: 11.

The lead vanished, and the opponent gained match point instead.

"Hold on!"

"I still have a chance!"

Hugo forced himself to calm down.

Switch sides and serve.

High toss, backswing.

The forehand is short.

Do not forward.

Chen Jin stepped forward and swung his short sword.

Hugo's swing.

However, the control in his hands became noticeably stiff due to pressure and tension.

Halfway through the performance.

"Chance!"

A cold glint flashed in Chen Jin's eyes.

The body moves forward, and the right arm is already in position for the backswing.

The waist and hips twist instantly to generate power, the arm drives the racket, and a sudden burst of speed is achieved.

"Snapped!"

The ball, like a cannonball, slammed into Hugo's right side of the table with a sharp whooshing sound.

Hugo reacted quickly, hitting a forehand cross-court shot.

Use the opponent's force against them, as fast as lightning.

After Chen Jin rushed forward, his body weight was still shifting forward.

Faced with this quick drive heading straight for his middle lane, there was no time to switch positions.

At the critical moment.

With a sudden flick of the wrist, the arm moved from right to left, tracing a short and unpredictable slicing motion towards the center of the incoming ball.

—Forehand side slice!
"laugh!"

The return ball speed is not fast, and the arc is too high.

For Hugo, this was a fleeting opportunity to attack.

Hugo didn't have time to think, and instantly unleashed his fighting spirit.

There wasn't even time to adjust to the perfect position for generating power. He took a big step forward with his right foot, leaned forward, and his backhand backhand was already poised to strike.

He was going to use his most violent and lethal backhand smash to end this suffocating point in one go!
"Go to hell!"

Hugo roared inwardly, instantly channeling all his strength into his backhand.

His arm lashed out like a whip.

The racket, with the force of a thunderbolt, slammed into the small white ball in front of it.

however.

Chen Jin's forehand side slice, seemingly passive, actually contained a hidden strategy.

The downspin is particularly strong.

Hugo's powerful backhand smash was full of force, showing his determination to win.

However, the ball's spin wasn't fully caught.

"Break!"

The ball hit the net.

12: 10.