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

Chapter 450 Challenging Hawkeye!

5: 10.

Although it was only the first game, given Chen Jin's past record, he rarely lost a game unless he threw it, and almost always swept the opponent 4-0.

If they lose, it could damage Chen Jin's morale.

Think of this.

Wang Hao stood up, clapped his hands loudly, and shouted at Chen Jin's back, "It's okay!"

"There's still a chance. Take your time and think carefully about your serve."

At this moment, Chen Jin reached out and caught the ping-pong ball thrown by the referee, held it in his palm, and gently twisted it.

Being down by five match points is a huge gap, and any mistake could cost the game.

The pressure was immense, needless to say.

However, Chen Jin remained calm, showing no sign of panic on his face.

I glanced at Pitchford and saw him bending over, preparing to receive the serve.

Chen Jin immediately served.

The center line is slightly to the right, with a short underspin.

Pitchford stepped forward and set up a forehand small triangle.

Chen Jin quickly stepped forward and swung his arm back.

The quality is slightly lower.

The response time was measured in milliseconds, a fact that Pitchford astutely observed.

The intended long chop was suddenly reversed.

"Snapped!"

Forehand flick to the diagonal line.

The ball was extremely fast, like a bullet leaving the barrel, and with a flash of white light, it flew towards Chen Jin's forehand corner.

Between the lightning and the fire.

Chen Jin took a step forward, then slammed his right leg to the right, instantly seizing the landing point.

At the same time, hold the paddle and pull back.

As the ball comes in, quickly retract your forearm.

"Snapped!"

Like a drunken immortal gazing at the moon, he quickens his pace.

Because of the flick, Pitchford's center of gravity will inevitably shift forward.

Unexpectedly, Chen Jin reacted so quickly that he was able to bring the ball back.

Pitchford's recovery is a bit slow.

He hastily reached out to block it, but it was too late.

The small white ball, like a wild and untamed Persian cat, crashed into Pitchford's arms at an incredible speed.

10: 6.

Chen Jin pulled one back.

"Choo-hoo!"

Before the ball even hit the ground, Wang Hao had already jumped up, clenched his fists, swung them forcefully, and roared in a deep voice, "Sizzle—"

His expression and his eyes seemed to want to devour his opponent alive.

Even an expert could see that Chen Jin's shot was a very close call.

Reaction time, speed, feel... all are essential.

Fortunately, Chen Jin was focused; otherwise, the first game would have been lost.

The suspense remains, and the competition continues.

Switch sides and serve.

Although Chen Jin managed to pull back a point, Pitchford remained calm and composed.

After all, they still had four match points.

The advantages remain significant.

Moreover, it's his serve next.

He seized the initiative in the attack.

"Try to kill the game within two points."

Pitchford toyed with the ping-pong ball in his hand, secretly pondering tactics.

Still a forehand serve.

The left half of the platform, a small triangle.

Side down.

Chen Jin stepped forward with his right leg, lowered his shoulder and raised his elbow, and tucked his wrist inward, as if he were about to twist and pull.

However, at the moment of the attack.

The plate shape was slightly adjusted, changing from twisting to rubbing.

"Using this trick again?"

Pitchford raised an eyebrow.

Fortunately, this time, due to the sudden change in rhythm, Chen Jin's control was no longer as precise as before.

He rubbed the middle half of the table.

"Chance!"

With a sharp glint in his eyes, Pitchford slid to the side and unleashed a powerful forehand swing.

He fell to the ground and then sprinted forward.

Like soldiers charging into battle.

"Snapped!"

The sound of the ball hitting the ground was like a thunderclap.

This goal embodied all of Pitchford's strength and will.

With immense force and incredible speed, like a meteor or a falling star, it carried unparalleled killing intent and overwhelming power, blasting towards Chen Jin's forehand baseline corner.

"Oops!"

Wang Hao's heart sank suddenly, and his expression changed instantly.

A hint of despair flashed deep within his eyes.

It's important to understand that while Pitchford isn't a power-type athlete, that's only relatively speaking.

Once they unleash their full power, their attack is as powerful as splitting the heavens.

How many people in the world could stop him?
Moreover, Chen Jinren was on the left side of the table, several meters away from the forehand corner.

With all these factors combined, even the fastest speed was too late.

My mind hasn't changed.

Sudden.

A figure flashed past.

Like a swallow skimming the water three times.

Chen Jin took two consecutive cross steps and lunged at the forehand corner with incredible speed.

Facing Pitchford's thunderous strike, Chen Jin was still in the air, before he even landed, his racket already blasting out to meet the incoming ball.

The racket, like a sword, drew an amazing arc.

"Snapped!"

The sound of the ball striking the paddle was like a sudden clap of thunder, shaking the very air.

The instant the ball touches the ground.

The rubber deforms, penetrating the base plate.

Chen Jin felt a jolt in his hand.

It has to be said that Pitchford's all-out attack was quite impressive.

However, Chen Jin remained unmoved.

The wrist, as strong as steel, combined with the support of the fingers, stabilizes the board and uses the force to pull back.

The white ball instantly transformed into a ferocious and terrifying beast, carrying overwhelming power and unparalleled speed, charging towards Pitchford's forehand corner.

And at this time.

Pitchford slammed to the ground, spinning like a top, completely unaware of the situation on the table.

"Did you win?"

Pitchford was eager to know the answer.

Once he had steadied himself, he looked closely.

However, there was no trace of ping-pong balls behind Chen Jin.

Pitchford paused for a moment, then asked, "Where's the ball?"

An ominous premonition suddenly welled up from the bottom of my heart.

Turn back subconsciously.

Sure enough, they found the small white ball rolling and spinning on its own behind them on their side.

"Could it be..."

Pitchford's heart skipped a beat. His neck seemed to stiffen, and he mechanically turned his head to look at the scoreboard next to him.

10: 7.

"WTF?!"

A standard London accent.

Pitchford stared wide-eyed at Chen Jin, his face filled with disbelief.

Falling to the side and charging forward is a desperate, all-or-nothing tactic.

Either you die or I die.

If the opponent launches a counterattack, it is understandable.

After all, the King's explosive charge is renowned far and wide.

But Pitchford's shot just now was not only powerful but also fast.

more importantly.

From the angle of the line, Chen Jin's position has already created a decisive advantage.

Pitchford thought his full-force strike was no less powerful than a heavy truck traveling at 70 miles per hour.

Furthermore, the tricky landing point is enough to decide the game with a single shot, completely killing the match.

But unexpectedly, this is the outcome.

How could Pitchford not be shocked?

Don't say it's him.

Even Wang Hao, who was watching from the sidelines, was surprised by Chen Jin's shot.

"Such quick reflexes and pace!"

Wang Hao gasped, overwhelmed with surprise and delight.

Before the ball even hit the ground, he couldn't contain his excitement, leaping up, clenching his fist, and roaring, "Braise!"

Although Chen Jin saved another match point, the score was still behind.

The situation is serious, and we dare not slacken our efforts.

"Chen Jin!"

Wang Hao shouted, "Keep your eyes on the ball!"

"Be careful, the opponent might steal a spot!"

Now, Pitchford has three match points, but only one serve left.

Faced with Chen Jin's renewed scoring run, he will most likely try to gamble with this serve.

In fact, Wang Hao didn't need to remind him.

Chen Jin himself had already thought of this.

"understand!"

Chen Jin turned to look at Wang Hao and nodded slightly.

"Whoo~"

Take a deep breath and let it out slowly.

Chen Jin walked to the left side of the table, bent his knees slightly, and lowered his body. He held the racket in his right hand, relaxed naturally.

He braced his leg with his left hand, secretly exerting force.

His eyes were like lightning, fixed intently on the person opposite him without blinking.

Toss the ball and prepare to swing.

"Break!"

As expected, Pitchford served a long, fast ball straight to Chen Jin's backhand baseline.

The moment Pitchford made his move.

Chen Jin was prepared.

My feet are light on my feet, as if I'm riding the wind.

Slide and turn sideways.

The body weight is on the right leg, and the right arm holding the racket is poised at the side.

The optimal point of synergy is fleeting.

However, Chen Jin's control over the timing of his shots is so exquisite that it is measured in milliseconds.

Facing the incoming ball.

Push off the ground and twist your waist.

An unparalleled power poured out, all of it flowing into the racket.

"Snapped!"

The sound of the ball hitting the ground was like a thunderclap in a clear sky, vibrating in the eardrums.

The small, light ping-pong ball, like a white dragon breaking through the underwater hell, carrying the force to cleave the sky, hurtled towards Pitchford's forehand sideline.

Although Pitchford is already in his thirties, his reaction speed is as fast as ever.

Moreover, being tall and having long legs, the area they can cover is incomparable to what others can achieve.

He immediately took a step to the right and secured his position.

He stretched out his hand, intending to pull back.

"If Chen Jin can defend against my side-step burst, I can defend against his too!"

The thought had barely crossed my mind when...

A white light, accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder, was already upon them.

It's just a fleeting moment.

Pitchford roared and launched a counter-attack.

"Snapped!"

Another deafening sound rang out.

Pitchford's hand trembled violently, and his expression changed instantly.

This is not a ping-pong ball at all!

It was clearly a shot put thrown at us!
The ball slammed heavily against the racket, a fierce force, like a tidal wave, piercing through the rubber and reaching the blade.

The tremor came over me in a powerful, surging sensation.

Pitchford was horrified: "Is this the kind of impact a sixteen-year-old boy can have?"

As a European player, he encountered many incredibly strong opponents in the league, whose main strategy was to achieve miracles through sheer force.

However, the power of Chen Jin's explosive shot was second to none.

More importantly, Chen Jin's explosive charge perfectly combined power, spin, speed, arc, and landing point.

There's no stopping it!

Pitchford tried his best to keep the ball under control, but the quality of the shot far exceeded his expectations.

next second.

The ping-pong ball was sent flying and landed outside the table.

8: 10.

"Choo-hoo!"

"Zhu--"

Wang Hao's roar could already be heard from the sidelines.

in the audience.

Fans who support Chen Jin were all excited and shouted in unison.

"Chen Jin!"

"come on--"

……

"come on!"

"Chen Jin—"

……

Zhang Jiahao clenched his fists, his palms covered in cold sweat, his excitement mixed with a hint of nervousness: "It's a comeback! Brother Jin is definitely going to turn the tables!"

"come on!"

Xie Mingyang didn't speak, but just looked at Chen Jin and silently recited in his heart.

The serve has returned to Chen Jin.

Chen Jin let out a long breath, walked to the referee's table, picked up a towel from the basket, and wiped the sweat from his hands and face.

the other side.

Pitchford was also wiping away sweat.

But the more he wiped, the more sweat poured out, and he couldn't stop it.

After leading 10-5, Chen Jin rallied to close the gap to three points.

Although there are still two match points left, Pitchford is under even more pressure than Chen Jin.

Even a blind man could see that Chen Jin had completely shaken off his initial slump and was becoming more and more courageous as the game progressed.

Pitchford knew very well that once Chen Jin recovered his form, it would be extremely difficult for him to win.

"Hold on!"

Pitchford silently reminded himself, "I'm the one leading, I shouldn't be the one getting anxious."

"If I can win just one point from Chen Jin's two serves, it will be the game over."

"Take a deep breath, don't panic..."

Pitchford suddenly shouted, "Come on!"

Then, he jogged around half the court before returning to the table.

But Chen Jin remained largely unfazed, calmly glancing at Piqiford.

Bending over and leaning forward, tossing the ball and preparing the racket.

Still a hook serve.

"laugh!"

The middle line is short.

Side down.

Pitchford steps forward with his right foot, lowers his shoulder and raises his elbow, slightly tilts his board, tucks his wrist, and twists his body to generate power.

The return shot had strong sidespin and a somewhat unpredictable trajectory.

No matter your moves, no matter how fancy or elaborate, I can defeat them all with sheer force.

Chen Jin seized the opportunity to jump and launched a powerful backhand smash, using power to counteract the sidespin and attack the middle.

The ball hurtled like a cannonball, relentlessly pursuing and striking the target.

Pitchford tried to turn to the side, but it was too late to move his feet.

The only way to forcefully create space is to twist your waist.

Unfortunately, the ball was too fast.

Before he could even swing his paddle, the ping-pong ball had already hit him.

9: 10.

Chen Jin scores another goal.

The score gap continued to narrow.

Pitchford's pressure surged instantly.

"Boiled!"

Wang Hao's roar echoed across the stadium once again, his momentum unstoppable.

"Gulu~"

Pitchford swallowed hard, trying to suppress his inner tension.

In contrast, Chen Jin remained calm.

Second serve.

The forehand is short.

Do not forward.

Pitchford puts the ball short.

However, the control was slightly lacking, and it ended up being a half-finished performance.

Chen Jin takes a step, adjusts his stance, puts his right leg forward, lowers his arm, and performs a high-arc loop motion, as if pulling up a scallion from dry land.

This ball, though slow, had extremely strong spin.

Pitchford quickly stepped back half a step to create space for his shot.

Facing the incoming ball, he launched a powerful counter-attack.

Chen Jin seemed to have anticipated this, positioning himself in advance, waiting for the enemy to come to him, lowering his center of gravity, and quickly driving with his forehand.

"Snapped!"

A flash of white light, with lightning speed, flew towards the small triangle on the right side of the opposite platform.

The landing point of the line was unexpectedly tricky.

But Pitchford did not give up.

With a single step, he leaped and pounced.

He managed to forcefully pull the ball back during the later stages of its descent.

"Break!"

The ping-pong ball struck the edge of the left half of the table to Chen Jin's side and bounced away.

Upon seeing this, Pitchford immediately raised his hand, indicating that he was only going to brush the edge.

"It's over."

Zhang Jiahao's face fell, and a look of regret appeared in his eyes. "Just barely."

"Damn, if it weren't for that lucky ball, Jin would definitely have turned the game around."

"Pity."

Xie Mingyang also sighed inwardly.

In this game, the team got off to a bad start, even falling behind 5-10 at one point.

But Chen Jin fought back fiercely and was about to completely turn the tide.

But the opponent scored a lucky shot that grazed the edge of the net, killing any suspense and ending the game.

"It's just the first game, no big problem."

Xie Mingyang thought to himself, "Anyway, Chen Jin's condition has visibly improved..."

Just when he was thinking this.

Sudden.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Jiahao exclaimed, "Hey! It seems Brother Jin has some objections and is communicating with the referee."

"Ok?"

Xie Mingyang looked up.

Chen Jin was indeed talking to the referee and making a gesture.

"Hawkeye?"

Xie Mingyang's pupils suddenly contracted. "Chen Jin has applied to challenge Hawkeye?"

"Could it be that the one that barely touched the edge..."

(End of this chapter)