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

Chapter 476 Four Steps in One Second! Chen Jin's Defense and Counterattack!

Zhang Lei sat in a corner of the VIP viewing area with his arms crossed, staring at the glaring "0:3" score on the big screen, his face so gloomy it could drip water.

The team has invested countless resources in Wang Chuqin for this World Table Tennis Championships.

From technical refinement to physical conditioning, from psychological counseling to logistical support... they gave it their all.

It's not just about winning a World Table Tennis Championships men's singles title, but about setting an example.

A benchmark of the era belonging to the Beijing team and to Wang Chuqin.

This is to tell the world that the Kyoto team has successors in the post-Mataki era.

However, the current situation was like a resounding slap in the face, making him see stars.

"Do I really have to do what Xie Xian from 'Shaolin Soccer' did and send someone down to break Chen Jin's hand so he can never play soccer again, so that Wang Chuqin can win the championship?"

An absurd and desperate thought flashed uncontrollably through Zhang Lei's mind.

He was immediately startled by his own thought and broke out in a cold sweat.

He shook his head vigorously to dispel the evil thought.

Unless Chen Jin is unable to compete.

Otherwise, once you step onto the court, all the competition will ultimately return to the table tennis table.

To win the championship, you need solid skills.

If they force their way into it, sooner or later the tragedy will repeat itself, just like the 32 teams that finished in the Paris Olympics.

But I'm not willing to accept it!
Looking at Wang Chuqin on the field, his clothes soaked with sweat, giving his all but unable to win, Zhang Lei felt both anxious and pained.

It's like looking at your meticulously crafted sword, only to find it utterly powerless when facing another towering mountain.

"Wang Chuqin—"

"They came back from a 3-0 deficit to win 4-3!"

……

"Wang Chuqin—"

"They came back from a 3-0 deficit to win 4-3!"

……

In the stands, Wang Chuqin's die-hard fans did not give up.

They shouted this almost miraculous slogan with all their might.

The sounds converged, carrying a tragic yet hopeful tone, echoing throughout the venue.

"A comeback from a 3-0 deficit to win 4-3?"

Wang Chuqin sat on a lounge chair, panting heavily, a bitter smile on his lips that only he could understand. "Nothing in this world is that easy."

The person standing opposite him was not Lin Gaoyuan.

It was Chen Jin.

That invincible young man whose skills, mindset, and experience have all reached a state of perfection!
The first three games, especially the third game where he went from leading to being reversed, had exhausted most of his spirit and energy, and also made him clearly see the despairing gap in strength between himself and Chen Jin.

"Ah~"

Wang Chuqin slowly closed his eyes.

Silence for a few seconds.

Suddenly, it snapped open.

The bewilderment in his eyes was forcibly suppressed, replaced by a resolute determination.

"I'm here to win the championship, I can't give up so easily!"

Wang Chuqin secretly vowed, "It's not impossible for them to come back from a 3-0 deficit to win 4-3, but it's not entirely out of the question."

"Believe in yourself, I can do it!"

Mind this.

At that moment, the referee's reminder rang out.

The break between games has ended.

Wang Chuqin stood up, stretched his stiff limbs, and walked towards the table tennis table.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Chen Jin across from him.

But Chen Jin's eyes were lowered, and his expression remained as calm and composed as ever.

Those deep, dark eyes, as calm as an abyss, reflected two sharp, forged edges, chilling to the bone.

"This is the last chance, let's leave no regrets!"

"Fight!"

"A fight to the death!"

Wang Chuqin made up his mind: "Chen Jin, who has a three-game advantage, will definitely play it safe and try to win the game steadily."

"I can take advantage of this psychological aspect of his mindset, launch a frenzied attack, and completely disrupt his rhythm."

however.

The course of the competition, however, completely exceeded Wang Chuqin's expectations.

Holding a three-game lead and within reach of the championship trophy, Chen Jin showed no signs of conservatism or complacency.

Instead, from the very first point, they displayed a more ferocious and aggressive fighting spirit than in the previous three games.

It was as if he was the one who was trailing by a large margin and fighting with his back against the wall.

The spin on the serve is becoming increasingly unpredictable and varied.

When receiving serves, they are more proactive and assertive.

His moves during the stalemate were decisive and violent.

Every shot was delivered with a fierce determination, as if he wanted to smash through the table.

Chen Jin was no longer satisfied with controlling the table and defending against counterattacks. Instead, he took the initiative and used higher-quality attacks and wider-angled shots to completely suppress Wang Chuqin.

Wang Chuqin originally thought that Chen Jin, who was so far ahead, might play it safe.

But he was wrong.

Chen Jin's consistent playing style is to fight violence with violence.

Therefore, the more crucial the game, the stronger Chen Jin's offensive desire and the more excited he was than his opponent.

Facing Wang Chuqin's signature aggressive first three shots, Chen Jin relied on his superior anticipation and solid fundamentals to build an impenetrable defense.

The serve was met with a powerful topspin flick from Chen Jin, creating a topspin counter-attack.

When receiving serves, either Chen Jin counters with higher quality, or Chen Jin takes the initiative and loops the ball.

Wang Chuqin felt as if he were caught in an invisible net, and the more he struggled, the tighter the net held him.

Although occasionally he can rely on a moment of brilliance to score one or two amazing points that can be described as "divine shots", which will cause a brief period of celebration among fans.

However, such a score is undoubtedly a drop in the ocean.

next second.

Chen Jin retaliated in an even more ruthless manner.

The score fluctuates relentlessly.

4: 1.

2: 5.

3: 7.

9: 4.

……

Chen Jin made great strides, continuously expanding his advantage.

Wang Chuqin's resistance appeared so pale and powerless in the face of the absolute difference in strength and the opponent's merciless offensive.

Confidence is being crushed bit by bit as the score gap widens.

A forehand flick went out of bounds.

The score came to 9:4.

Chen Jinfa went to the ball.

With one foot on the edge of a cliff, Wang Chuqin had no choice but to fight.

Step forward to gain position, lower your shoulders and raise your elbows.

Judging from his movements, it seems he's going to twist and pull with all his might.

But then, at the moment of contact with the ball...

With a very light flick of his wrist, he managed to twist Chen Jin into a straight line.

Chen Jin was indeed fooled by his feint and lost his balance.

Fortunately, he reacted very quickly.

At the extreme distance, a backhand save.

He lobbed the ball high back.

At the same time, Xiang leaped backward and quickly retreated to the mid-to-long range to prepare for Wang Chuqin's barrage of attacks.

"Chance!"

Absolute initiative!

Wang Chuqin was startled and immediately adjusted his pace to meet him.

Observe the ball's landing point and trajectory, then unleash a powerful forehand. "Snap!"

A fierce smash.

Aiming at Chen Jin's backhand baseline.

The ball flew like a shooting star, with tremendous force and weight.

Fortunately, Chen Jin stepped back from the table early. Being on the far side of the table, he moved nimbly, quickly turned to the side, and placed the ball back steadily.

The arc was high, the spin was strong, and the landing point was still precisely near the baseline.

"Snapped!"

Wang Chuqin scored again.

It has greater power and a more challenging angle.

Chen Jin did not give up. With his amazing touch and spatial awareness, he dashed left and right on the far side of the stage.

Four or five times in a row, he barely managed to save Wang Chuqin's seemingly inevitable powerful forehand smashes with higher and more spinny high balls.

"Ah~"

This was an ultimate test of patience and strength, and the hearts of the entire audience were in their throats.

Wang Chuqin is the hammer of attack, while Chen Jin is like a resilient spring.

Let the winds and waves rage, I will remain steadfast...

Do not!
Chen Jin is not just a defender!
When Wang Chuqin was in a frenzy, he smashed the ball for the sixth time, continuing to suppress Chen Jin's backhand and trying to completely crush him.

however.

At the same time as he hits the ball.

Chen Jinshen, positioned far from the table, faced a high-quality smash but surprisingly chose not to continue with a high ball.

But as he faced the incoming ball, in an extremely passive situation, he used his powerful core strength to forcefully turn his body to the side, creating enough space to hit the ball.

Lower your center of gravity and lash out your arm like a whip.

"Snapped!"

Forehand long-range counter-loop.

The ping-pong ball, with incredible spin and speed, drew an amazing arc and headed straight for Wang Chuqin's left side of the table.

Wang Chuqin never expected that Chen Jin could still fight so desperately to counter-attack after being forced to play high balls repeatedly.

In a moment of haste, relying on his instinctive reaction from years of training, he quickly moved forward and took a straight shot.

"Snapped!"

It aimed straight at Chen Jin's forehand corner.

This shot was extremely fast and at a very sharp angle.

It flew past Chen Jin's right half of the table, almost grazing his change of direction.

"Have it!"

The thought had just arisen in Wang Chuqin's mind.

But after Chen Jin completed that long-range counter-attack, he didn't pause at all.

It was as if they had already anticipated Wang Chuqin's return shot.

Four steps in one second, as fast as lightning.

His figure left a trail of afterimages on the right side of the table.

It's as if Ryu Seung-min at his peak has possessed him.

Just as the ping-pong ball was about to land on its second bounce, Chen Jin's arm had already stretched to its limit.

"Snapped!"

Extreme forehand counter-loop!

歘——

The ping-pong ball, carrying a strong sidespin, flew upwards towards the opponent's surface, drawing an incredible C-shaped arc in mid-air.

It went around the net post and landed on the table.

—Passing Ball!

The moment the ball hits the table.

With the added boost of extreme rotation, it was propelled rapidly to the left.

The curved trajectory almost touches the desktop.

Wang Chuqin wanted to hit the ball, but didn't know where to start.

He was completely dumbfounded.

"This this……"

4: 10.

Chen Jin reached game point in the fourth game.

At the same time, it is also the championship point of this men's singles final!

Dead!

Deathly silence.

Immediately following was a deafening roar of cheers from Chen Jin's fans.

"Chen Jin, champion!"

"Chen Jin, champion!"

"Chen Jin, champion!"

……

That last shot almost completely destroyed all of Wang Chuqin's fighting spirit and belief.

He stood there, staring blankly at the small white ball that was still bouncing in the distance, his face full of shock.

That terrifying defensive ability displayed under absolute passivity, and how it ultimately transformed into an incredible forehand counterattack...

Is this really something a human can do?
Most of Wang Chuqin's fans were speechless.

They clasped their hands together, their faces tense, holding their breath, as if making a desperate prayer for a miracle.

All eyes were on Wang Chuqin.

It was as if they were praying that Wang Chuqin could transform into Ultraman and reverse the situation.

"Whoo~"

At this moment, Wang Chuqin felt his whole body trembling.

The racket in his hand felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.

Sweat streamed down his temples, gathered on his chin, and dripped to the ground.

My heart was pounding wildly in my chest, almost as if it would jump out.

He licked his chapped lips, tasting a slightly salty flavor: "Are we really going to lose?"

"Once again, hope for the World Table Tennis Championships is gone?"

"No!"

"I still have a chance!"

Wang Chuqin wiped away his sweat, his eyes resolute, and walked to the right side of the table tennis table.

Holding a ping-pong ball, ready to serve.

All eyes were focused on the small white ball in his palm.

The air was heavy, almost tangible.

Sudden.

Wang Chuqin made a move.
Toss the ball upwards and draw the racket back.

"laugh!"

Hook serve.

The forehand is short.

The moment the ball left Wang Chuqin's racket.

whoosh-

A figure flashed by.

Chen Jin was like a cheetah that had been waiting for a long time, accurately seizing the prey's weakness.

He took quick steps, his body like a spring compressed to its limit.

Lower your shoulders and raise your elbows.

The wrists were clenched inwards at an unprecedented angle.

Seize the landing point and unleash the full power of your body.

"Snapped!"

Overlord twist!
The moment he made his move, it was as if the spirit of a Tibetan Mastiff had possessed him.

A white streak of light, with the speed and force to tear through the void, like an ancient dragon suddenly awakened from the void, instantly pierced through Wang Chuqin's forehand corner.

(End of this chapter)