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

Chapter 473 Chen Jin VS Wang Chuqin (Part 3) A sudden inspiration to suck up the short!

Seeing that Wang Chuqin had gained such a clear lead, the fans in the stands became even more frenzied.

Cheers, shouts, and cheers rose and fell.

It seems that Wang Chuqin has a good chance of winning the championship.

To know.

Prior to this, Wang Chuqin had mostly been at a disadvantage when he fought against Chen Jin.

They didn't even have the power to fight back.

Now, on the stage of the World Table Tennis Championships final, they can lead by as much as three points in the first game.

This greatly boosted Wang Chuqin's confidence.

"What do you mean by 'world's number one'? They made such a big deal out of it, but it turns out it's nothing special."

"Some people seem so good in small competitions, but they show their true colors when it comes to big competitions."

"Go Wang Chuqin! The championship is within your grasp!"

……

"Depend on!"

Zhang Jiahao cursed, "Cleaning the net again?"

"Is this never going to end? How many times is this already?"

"If you're so good at cleaning, why don't you clean the windows?"

"Don't force me to use my ultimate move!"

They said that, but they didn't actually ask for help from outside the venue.

It's only the first game, so I'm not flustered at all.

He believed that Chen Jin, with his absolute strength, would be able to turn the tide.

The opponent won six points, with at least three net touches.

If it were any other player, they might have already mentally collapsed, thinking, "Oh, heavens, how cruel you are to me!"

Chen Jin remained unmoved, his eyes calm.

Bend over and get ready to receive the serve.

"Whoo~"

Despite being in the lead, Wang Chuqin dared not be careless.

He was well aware of Chen Jin's abilities.

We cannot relax until the competition is over.

Otherwise, even with a 10-0 lead, there is a risk that Chen Jin could reverse the situation.

Standing on the right side of the table, holding the ball in his palm, Wang Chuqin was about to serve.

Sudden.

Chen Jin stood up and pointed to the audience seats opposite him.

Looking in the direction he was pointing, I saw someone taking pictures with a flash.

During a competition, sudden, blinding light can interfere with the athletes' vision.

The referee immediately warned the referee in English, asking him to turn off the flashlights.

The interference was removed, and the game continued.

Wang Chuqin serves.

The forehand is short.

Side down.

Chen Jin stepped forward, and without using a short move, decisively chopped with a long one.

Unexpectedly, Wang Chuqin's serve had more spin than expected.

"laugh!"

The ping-pong ball grazed the top edge of the net, barely clearing it, and flew towards the opponent's side of the table.

"Oops!"

Chen Jin's heart skipped a beat.

Judging from the trajectory of the ping-pong ball, it's highly likely to go out of bounds.

However, luck came.

With a "whoosh," the white ball, which was thought to have flown out of bounds, actually grazed the edge of the table.

This caught Wang Chuqin completely off guard.

"lucky."

Chen Jin raised his hand to indicate, "Pick one."

4: 6.

They pulled one back.

Seeing this, Zhang Jiahao immediately perked up: "What did I tell you? What goes around comes around."

"Don't think you're the only one with a lucky shot."

It was Chen Jin's turn to play.

The forehand is short.

Wang Chuqin made a fuss.

Chen Jin swings back.

Wang Chuqin quickly stepped forward, leaned into the platform, seized the landing point, lowered his shoulder and raised his elbow, and twisted the ball with his backhand.

He knew that the internal power struggle was short-lived and he had no chance of winning.

Their strengths lie in their aggressive attacks in the first three shots and their quick attacks from mid-to-close range.

It would be better to take the initiative and engage Chen Jin in a bayonet fight.

"laugh!"

Use your fingers and wrists to generate power with a short burst of force.

Twisting with the backhand is also one of Wang Chuqin's trump cards.

however.

He was a little impatient, and before he had fully stabilized his footing, his control deviated slightly when he twisted and pulled.

Despite its great strength, it experiences relatively little friction.

Poor control of the arc.

Wipe the net again!

But this time, the good luck didn't last.

The white ball bounces off the net and then flies directly out of bounds.

5: 6.

"pia~"

Wang Chuqin looked annoyed and gently patted his cheeks a few times.

The fans at the scene were all captivated upon seeing it.

"Wow, that face-slapping expression is so cute!"

"Da Tou is being strict with himself."

"It's okay, take it slow, we're still in the lead."

……

Chen Jin continues serving.

It's still short forehand.

Do not forward.

Wang Chuqin no longer used short passes, but instead attacked the long central path.

Chen Jin starts with a backhand stroke, followed by a spin and a forward drive.

Wang Chuqin retaliated.

However, he underestimated the powerful topspin shot from Chen Jin.

At the moment of contact with the ball, you can still feel the forward spin, like a lightning bolt drilling through your rubber blade.

"Snapped!"

Wang Chuqin's control was slightly lacking.

The return shot grazed the net again.

It bounced upwards, but still went out of bounds.

6: 6.

Chen Jin scored three consecutive points to tie the score.

"nice shot!"

Zhang Jiahao's face was full of excitement as he clenched his fists. "Your lead isn't a lead!"

"From now on, watch me, Brother Jin, teach you how to be a person."

The score is now back to square one.

The pressure increased sharply.

Wang Chuqin's expression immediately became more serious.

While wiping away sweat, he pondered the tactics and strategies to come.

The serve returned to Wang Chuqin.

The forehand is short.

Side down.

Chen Jin quickly chopped the ball to the baseline with his backhand.

Wang Chuqin seemed to have been prepared, and with great speed, he turned to the side to create space for his shot.

"Snapped!"

A powerful forehand smash down the crosscourt.

Wang Chuqin used all his strength in that one strike.

Speed, power, rotation—reaching the pinnacle.

The small ping-pong ball suddenly transformed into a ferocious wolf, with a gaping maw full of fangs, exuding a menacing aura, and pounced towards Chen Jin's forehand corner.

With Long Pang retired, how many people in the world can withstand his explosive side-step charge?

Wang Chuqin was determined to win this shot!
however.

Chen Jin seemed to have anticipated his explosive acceleration path.

They moved quickly, taking their positions ahead of time.

As the ball comes in, lower your center of gravity, control the racket angle, and quickly retract your forearm.

"Snapped!"

Use the opponent's force against them, like using four ounces to move a thousand pounds, quickly and in a straight line.

Relaxed, yet carefree.

With a "whoosh," the ball was returned like a bullet, shooting towards Wang Chuqin's open forehand side.

"Fuck!"

After Wang Chuqin charged forward with all his might.

The body's center of gravity remains on the right side of the table.

Unexpectedly, Chen Jin was able to quickly execute a straight shot.

Its speed and the tricky landing point caught him off guard.

There was no time to react; I could only watch helplessly as the ball flew past the sideline on my left side of the table.

6: 7.

"How could that ball go diagonally, buddy?"

Wang Chuqin frowned deeply, filled with regret. "Isn't this tantamount to feeding meat directly to Chen Jin?"

"If you drive straight and attack his backhand, you'll have the ball, right?"

Unfortunately, it's too late to regret.

"fine."

Wang Chuqin took a deep breath, reassuring himself, "Chen Jincai is leading by one point. If I can make good use of my serve, I have a chance!"

Think of this.

I've already made up my mind.

Turning my head, I saw that Chen Jin was already prepared to receive the serve.

Toss the ball and prepare to swing.

"laugh!"

A long, fast serve, aimed at Chen Jin in the middle.

—Stealth growth!
Fortunately, Chen Jin was focused and watching closely, knowing it was a long ball.

But what about the ball's spin?
We can only guess.

Seeing Wang Chuqin's gestures and movements, Chen Jin instantly made a judgment: "Side up?"

Use your fingers and wrist to adjust the board shape.

As the ball begins its descent, I flick it backhand, intending to quickly rip it back.

Who knew, at the very moment of contact with the ball...

"wrong!"

Chen Jin's chest tightened. "Not the upper side!"

"It's from the side!"

His reaction was extremely fast.

Immediately, he twisted his wrist, moving the racket upwards.

It attempts to create friction to counteract the rotation.

Unfortunately, this slight friction was ultimately ineffective and unable to create a sufficient arc.

The ball fell directly downwards.

Like a fallen angel, he crashed headfirst into the net.

7: 7.

"Jin Ge got hit by a serve again?"

Zhang Jiahao frowned, staring at the large screen suspended in mid-air above the arena. "Hey, backstage guys, if you're so capable, give us a frontal shot of Wang Chuqin serving!"

Although it's a VIP viewing area, it's still quite far from the stadium.

Moreover, due to the angle, it was impossible to see the serves of either player.

As for the live broadcast of the match, the camera will immediately switch to another camera whenever it is Wang Chuqin's turn to serve.

They didn't give the audience a chance to see Wang Chuqin's serve.

Perhaps Wang Chuqin's serve is a unique skill, and he protects it so well to prevent others from learning it.

Chen Jin remained expressionless and did not utter a word.

He caught the ping-pong ball thrown by the assistant referee, walked to the side of the table, touched it, and wiped the sweat from his hands.

"Da da da, da da da..."

Chen Jin serves with a hook shot.

The forehand is short.

Side down.

Wang Chuqin pushed off with his foot and leaped to seize the position.

Lean forward, lower your shoulders and raise your elbows, as if you want to twist your hand backward.

But just as it was about to touch the ball, it suddenly changed from a twist to a swing.

This feint was an attempt to deceive Chen Jin, causing him to move prematurely and thus create an opening.

But how could Chen Jin be fooled?

Calmly and carefully judging the spin and arc of the incoming ball, he returned it to the middle.

Seeing that Chen Jin had not fallen for the trick, Wang Chuqin quickly stepped forward, lowered his shoulders and raised his elbows, twisting and pulling in a straight line.

"Snapped!"

The ping-pong ball, spinning intensely, hurtled straight towards Chen Jin's backhand.

Chen Jin took a half step back and quickly tore the cloth with his backhand.

The force was so great and the speed so fast that Wang Chuqin couldn't react in time and couldn't exert his strength.

I had no choice but to backhand the middle lane and use a transitional shot.

With each step, Chen Jin moved as lightly as a butterfly, shifting his weight and gathering power in his waist and abdomen.

"Snapped!"

Forehand topspin drive.

Unexpectedly, Wang Chuqin seemed to have anticipated Chen Jin's attack route.

Move ahead of time, step back half a step from the stage.

Shift your body weight forward and unleash a powerful backhand rip down the crosscourt.

"Snapped!"

The ball was incredibly fast, hurtling towards Chen Jin's right side of the table, towards the small triangle. Chen Jin lunged for a forehand, but couldn't reach it in time.

7: 8.

Wang Chuqin once again took the lead.

"Wow—"

The fans screamed and cheered.

The sound almost lifted the roof off the venue.

The ball landed.

There was no wiping of the net or the edge.

After scoring, Wang Chuqin slightly raised his hand towards Chen Jin.

Seeing this, the fans at the scene were all very pleased: "Raising your hand is not an apology, but a sign that you still have a lot of practice, little brother."

Switch sides and serve.

Short backhand.

Do not forward.

Wang Chuqin made a fuss.

Chen Jin swings back.

Wang Chuqin's volley went high.

"!"

Chen Jin's eyes narrowed, and his killing intent surged.

"Snapped!"

A sharp, deafening sound of the ball being struck rang out.

A powerful forehand smash!

The movements are small and fast, with explosive power.

The ball flew like a cannonball, bombarding Wang Chuqin's backhand.

Wang Chuqin reacted extremely quickly, and with his excellent prediction and feel, he actually saw a straight shot.

Chen Jin's speed was equally swift.

They had already prepared the next move and the killer move.

A crossover step, a large lateral movement of the body, the trajectory of the incoming ball.

The hitting motion is like a roc spreading its wings, expansive and powerful.

"Snapped!"

Backhand smash across the crosscourt.

This shot required power while moving at high speed, making it extremely difficult.

However, the precision with which it landed was astonishing.

The white ball, like a bolt of lightning, struck down, heading straight for Wang Chuqin's forehand corner.

The ball was moving too fast and at a very wide angle.

Wang Chuqin couldn't even react.

Not to mention saving the ball.

8: 8.

The score was close, and then it was tied again.

"Whoo~"

Wang Chuqin let out a long breath, "Next is my serve, I must make the most of it."

The previous board is activated!

Wang Chuqin immediately switched to his hook serve, which he would only use in crucial moments.

As expected, Chen Jin made a short but high save.

"Chance!"

With a mad glint in his eyes, Wang Chuqin lunged forward, his center of gravity shifting like a tiger pouncing on its prey.

Forehand attack.

All the strength in his body was poured out.

Snapped!
The sound of the ball hitting the ground was like a sudden clap of thunder.

The small white ball, carrying unparalleled power and speed, transformed into a meteorite capable of destroying the Jurassic period, and crashed towards the table tennis table on Chen Jin's side.

That shot was extremely vicious.

Its power and momentum seemed capable of blasting the table.

Wang Chuqin's trump card is truly legendary!

Once unleashed, and with the right placement, few in the world can withstand it!

The moment Wang Chuqin made his move.

Chen Jin has long since retired from the stage.

Based on the opponent's movements and positioning, the trajectory of Wang Chuqin's return shot was predicted in milliseconds.

Without hesitation, I moved ahead of time and quickly stepped to the left.

Shift your weight forward and keep your feet firmly planted.

The racket in his hand and he became one, instantly transforming into an impenetrable wall.

next second.

Wang Chuqin's charge arrived as expected.

Power and speed tear through the air.

Chen Jin stepped back from the table to deflect the force, then met the incoming ball with a powerful backhand flick.

"Snapped!"

The sound of the ball being struck was like a thunderclap.

It was as if the wind and clouds had changed color.

"what?!"

Wang Chuqin's face turned deathly pale.

His shot just now was so powerful that it transcends time.

Even if you try to block it, it's very difficult to stop.

But, shockingly...

Chen Jin actually increased his strength and counterattacked!

Moreover, it was a backhand straight shot!

It is even more difficult.

No one can describe the speed of that shot, nor can anyone describe its power.

Wang Chuqin launched a full-scale attack, believing he could win in one go.

They didn't even think about connecting to the next board.

"Break!"

A flash of white light, and the ball had already flown out.

8: 9.

"Wow!"

The scene erupted with exclamations of surprise.

In the VIP viewing area, players and coaches alike stood up and applauded.

"Holy crap, he can even do a straight shot with a backhand like that?"

"That backhand was fucking amazing! No wonder Chen Jin became the world's number one!"

"Da Tou did his best, but Chen Jin was too strong."

……

On the playing field.

Wang Chuqin stared at Chen Jin in disbelief, a look of shock in his eyes.

Undoubtedly, he was also taken aback by Chen Jin's backhand straight shot.

"hateful!"

Wang Chuqin's brows furrowed even more, and veins bulged on his forehead. "He got tricked and even got the crucial points!"

"It's okay, it's okay, stay calm."

"We have one more serve to tie the score."

Think of this.

Wang Chuqin took a deep breath.

Continue serving.

It was still his signature move – the hook hand.

Too lazy to guess the spin, Chen Jin quickly stepped forward, seized the landing point, lowered his shoulders and raised his elbows, and twisted the ball with his backhand.

"laugh!"

The ping-pong ball, spinning intensely, hurtled towards Wang Chuqin's backhand.

Wang Chuqin tore the diagonal lines in reverse.

Chen Jinfei lunged at his forehand and countered with a pull to the middle.

Wang Chuqin did not back down, and with a powerful forehand stroke, he added spin and lunged forward.

Chen Jin countered Wang Chuqin's right half of the table.

Wang Chuqin returned to defend, using a backhand close-range defense.

Chen Jin switched to his forehand, launching a powerful counter-attack with tremendous force, like a heavy artillery barrage.

Feeling the immense power and spin of the incoming ball, Wang Chuqin knew that he simply couldn't withstand it if he continued to stand close to the table.

Subconsciously stepping back from the table to release the force, he forcefully counter-looped with his forehand.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

……

Two figures moved nimbly on either side of the table.

Positioned at mid-to-long range, they engaged in a forehand exchange.

The ball flew like a shooting star, darting back and forth across the table.

The contest of power, spin, speed, and landing point reached a fever pitch.

Every shot was accompanied by a dull thud, and every movement captivated the entire audience.

A few rounds down.

During the continuous long-range rallies, Wang Chuqin gradually began to feel the strain.

Both the pace of movement and the force of the counter-pulling are gradually decreasing.

In contrast, Chen Jin seemed to be handling the situation with ease.

The power is increasing, and the speed is increasing.

Sudden.

A powerful charge, aimed straight at his face.

Wang Chuqin's crab-like movement involves a slightly slower pace followed by a forceful twist of his waist to strike the ball.

However, he failed to aim at the ball's landing point.

The large strainer in the forehand is fully exposed.

"Break!"

The ping-pong ball bounced off his armpit.

10: 8.

Chen Jin was the first to reach game point.

"We cannot back down!"

Wang Chuqin slapped his thigh in frustration, "If I withdraw from the stage, I will definitely lose!"

"Don't worry, there's still a chance."

Take a deep breath.

He forcibly suppressed the restlessness in his heart.

Chen Jinfa went to the ball.

Hook your hand.

Left half of the stage.

Do not forward.

Wang Chuqin made a fuss.

Perhaps due to fluctuations in my mindset and a slight lack of control, I rebounded by a small margin.

"Oops!"

Wang Chuqin was startled.

Without thinking twice, he hurriedly left the stage.

However, it wasn't time yet.

"Snapped!"

The sound of the ball hitting the shuttlecock was deafening.

Chen Jin made a forehand attack.

The momentum is strong and sinking.

Wang Chuqin instinctively swung his racket to win the point.

"Snapped!"

He accidentally turned around and saw the board.

This shot was unexpected for Chen Jin.

Chen Jinfa was outmatched and could only defend.

However, this gave Wang Chuqin a chance to retaliate.

"Chance!"

Without any hesitation, Wang Chuqin's eyes flashed with a resolute and ruthless light.

Forehand smash.

The ball, like a wild horse, hurtled straight towards Chen Jin's backhand corner.

Chen Jin quickly stepped back from the table to reduce the force and then placed a high ball.

"Snapped!"

Wang Chuqin adjusted his footwork, acted decisively, and smashed a forehand.

Continue to suppress Chen Jin's backhand position.

Chen Jin then lobbed the ball high.

"Snapped!"

Wang Chuqin slammed the ball down again.

This time, their attack was aimed directly at Chen Jin's forehand corner.

But Chen Jin was extremely fast, diving for a forehand and continuing to drop high balls.

With undiminished killing intent in his eyes, Wang Chuqin continued his forehand smash.

however.

A quick glance at Chen Jin's position reveals him standing on a distant stage.

Wang Chuqin suddenly had a flash of inspiration: "How about a short one?"

Think of this.

Seize the ball's take-off point, control the racket angle, and aim for a short shot.

The attempt was to use this extreme change in rhythm to place a short ball near the net, so that Chen Jin, who had retreated to the far end of the table, would not have time to come forward to save the ball.

Good idea.

However, in extremely tense and high-speed combat, this technique, which requires a high degree of wrist control, is not 100% successful.

In pursuit of the ultimate short and low shot, Wang Chuqin requires even greater control over his touch.

"laugh!"

An unexpected scene unfolded.

Wang Chuqin took a short breath and actually went down the net.

11: 8.

Chen Jin won the first game.

The score is 1-0.

(End of this chapter)