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

Chapter 492 He's practically a superman!

Chapter 492 He's practically a superman!
"Choo-hoo!"

"Zhu--"

The moment the game ended.

Ye Sijia felt completely exhausted.

He was holding his knees, panting heavily.

Sweat trickled down his hair.

My heart, inside my chest, was pounding wildly, like a drumbeat.

However, a radiant smile bloomed on his face.

A five-game battle.

Especially in the deciding game, the score was 15-13.

Every single ball was breathtaking.

Fortunately, she held on!
Together with Chen Jin, we overcame one of the most difficult challenges!

For her, this was more than just a mixed doubles victory.

It is also the ultimate test of her will to compete.

"Luckily, my partner was Chen Jin, otherwise, we would have definitely lost this match..."

Ye Sijia couldn't help but look at Chen Jin.

He also let out a long sigh of relief.

It is clear that this match has taken a huge toll on him.

Instantly.

A strong sense of worry welled up in Ye Sijia's heart.

This mixed doubles match lasted for more than fifty minutes from start to finish.

In the final decisive battle, every point was like a war of attrition, a dance of swords, constantly draining Chen Jin's physical strength and stamina.

It was nearly seven o'clock at this time.

There is only half an hour left before Chen Jin's next men's singles round of 32 match.

"Chen Jin..."

Ye Sijia opened her mouth.

I want to say something, but I don't know where to begin.

Chen Jin seemed to sense her gaze, turned his head, and nodded and smiled at her.

"You played very well."

Chen Jin smiled and gave a high five, saying, "It's a pleasure working with you."

Upon hearing this, Ye Sijia was slightly taken aback.

In the last two games, if it weren't for Chen Jin's strong individual skills and hard work, there would have been no victory.
He knew that such physical exertion would be very detrimental to his later singles matches.

But he still went ahead without hesitation.

Ye Sijia remained silent, but her heart was filled with complex emotions.

Moved, inspired, admiring... and mixed with a trace of guilt.

"In the end, I was not strong enough and dragged Chen Jin down."

Ye Sijia's eyes hardened. "I will work hard in the upcoming matches to share more of the burden with Chen Jin."

He shook hands with Lin Yun-ru, Cheng I-ching, and others to exchange greetings.

Chen Jin dared not linger.

He slung his backpack over his shoulder and left the field.

There wasn't even time for an interview, so Ye Sijia had to handle it all by herself.

He himself strode straight to the lounge.

Watching Chen Jin's hurried departure, quickly disappearing around the corner of the passage, Ye Sijia's heart tightened slightly.

Can Chen Jin really withstand this grueling schedule?
lounge.

Chen Jin pushed open the door and entered.

Wang Hao, who had been waiting for some time, quickly approached, his brows slightly furrowed: "Finally finished?"

As he spoke, he took the backpack from Chen Jin's hand.

"Ah."

Chen Jin nodded.

"Logically speaking, Lin Yun-ju and Zheng Yi-jing are a better pair than you and Ye Si-jia, both in terms of competition experience and teamwork."

Wang Hao frowned and said, "If we play normally, I estimate we'll be 1 to 3."

"It seems they want to use this mixed doubles match to wear you down as much as possible, even if it means losing."

赛场如战场.

Sometimes, in order to prioritize the overall situation, small sacrifices are unavoidable.

Chen Jin did not comment, but bent down and sat down.

One of the accompanying physical therapists immediately stepped forward and instructed, "Take a deep breath and relax..."

As he spoke, he began to skillfully and professionally manipulate the muscles of Chen Jin's thighs, back, and the arm holding the racket.

Kneading, pinching, pressing, and squeezing... the aim is to relieve the stiffness and soreness of muscles after high-intensity exercise in the shortest possible time.

Chen Jin closed his eyes, coordinated his breathing, and tried his best to relax his body.

The grueling final match in mixed doubles is not only physically demanding, but also mentally exhausting.

What he needs now is to relax.

Eliminate all external distractions and concentrate all your thoughts on your body's recovery, seizing every precious second of rest.

Wang Hao stood to the side, neither leaving nor disturbing the conversation.

He took out his phone and stared intently at the screen.

After watching for a while, his tightly furrowed brows relaxed slightly.

"The match we're taking over is quite close."

Wang Hao laughed and said, "It looks like the time will be extended, giving you an extra ten minutes or so of rest time."

This news is like sending charcoal in snowy weather.

For Chen Jin, an extra ten minutes or so of rest would allow him to recover more physical strength.

"However, you may still not have time to warm up before the game."

Wang Hao sighed.

"fine."

Chen Jin enjoyed the massage from the therapist. "I know my condition. As long as my core physical strength can hold up, I can beat Feng Yixin with my hard skills."

His words were by no means arrogant.

Rather, it is a calm judgment based on absolute strength.

Although Feng Yixin is quite strong, compared with Chen Jin, there is still a considerable gap in terms of the comprehensiveness of his skills, the depth of his game, and his absolute offensive power and defensive stability.

"You boy!"

Wang Hao laughed and said, "I like your confidence. If I had half of your confidence and mindset back then, I would have been a Grand Slam winner long ago. There would be no chance for Ma Long and Xiao Pang."

"Coach Wang."

Chen Jin said, "Could you please prepare an extra banana for me?"

"No problem at all."

Wang Hao readily agreed, "Want some energy gels? What flavor of energy drink would you like? I'll go get it for you."

"It's all right."

Chen Jin closed his eyes again.

Wang Hao gave an OK sign.

He immediately turned and left the lounge to arrange supplies for Chen Jin for the competition.

……

training hall.

Feng Yixin is currently undergoing final preparations before the competition under the guidance of his coach.

The hitting motion was somewhat stiff.

His eyes revealed an undisguised tension.

The upcoming opponent is Chen Jin.

World No. 1, newly crowned World Cup and World Table Tennis Championships champion, table tennis legend, undefeated legend in table tennis... Chen Jin has too many accolades.

Anyone standing in front of Chen Jin would be blinded by his brilliance.

Let alone young players?

The pressure is greater.

Every breath Feng Yixin took was filled with indescribable tension.

"If you approach Chen Jin with this mindset, you're guaranteed to lose..."

The coach saw this and frowned.

Training was immediately halted.

"take it easy."

The coach patted Feng Yixin's shoulder hard. "Chen Jin is human too. After playing a mixed doubles match, his physical strength must be greatly depleted. He is definitely at his limit right now."

Speaking of which.

He lowered his voice: "I spoke privately with Lin Yun-ju and Cheng I-ching. Even if they lose, they should try to drag the game out as much as possible in the mixed doubles and wear down Chen Jin."

"What you need to do now is to go on the field without any worries, play freely, and fight with all your might."

Treat every ball as a match point, and use your speed and power to overwhelm him!

"Think about it, if you beat Chen Jin, you will be the first person to break Chen Jin's undefeated record."

"Young man, the opportunity is right in front of you. Seize it, and you'll become a legend in one battle. You'll be the headline of tomorrow!"

The coach's words were like the devil's whisper, incredibly seductive.

Feng Yixin listened with great excitement, his heart pounding wildly.

The first person to break Chen Jin's undefeated streak?!

A single battle that made him a legend?!

That sounds pretty good!

This thought, like a spell, instantly ignited all of Feng Yixin's fighting spirit and ambition.

Yes, Chen Jin is human, and he gets tired too.

The world's number one, whose physical strength is almost depleted, is like an unknown person wandering around with low health. What is there to be afraid of?

Take a gamble, and your bicycle could become a motorcycle!
Think of this.

Feng Yixin nodded vigorously.

Even his eyes turned fierce.

It was as if he could already see himself defeating Chen Jin and making a name for himself.

……

Local time, 7:50.

The main stadium was quickly cleaned and rearranged by the staff.

The highly anticipated men's singles round of 32 match finally began. When Chen Jin and Feng Yixin entered the court, they were greeted with enthusiastic applause from the audience.

"Chen Jin—"

"come on!"

The shouts were deafening.

Handshake before the match.

Feng Yixin looked up and carefully examined Chen Jin.

Try to find what the coach called "the last gasp" on the other person's face, in their eyes, and even in their pores.

however.

The Chen Jin before me was as calm and composed as an abyss.

With a casual glance, his eyes were as sharp as a hawk's.

He exuded a powerful aura, as majestic as a mountain, showing no signs of weakening from continuous battles.

"You've recovered your strength so quickly?"

Feng Yixin's heart skipped a beat, and he vaguely felt that something was wrong.

But he quickly regained his composure.

"He must be forcing himself; it's impossible for him not to be tired at all."

Feng Yixin mentally encouraged himself, "Don't be intimidated by his appearance; he's all bark and no bite."

Game start.

first round.

Feng Yixin resolutely implemented the pre-match fighting tactics.

From the very first serve, he went all out, attacking with extreme ferocity.

Each ball is struck with all the force of the body, aiming for a fatal blow, as if the player wants to smash the ping-pong ball to pieces.

His powerful forehand smashes and explosive backhand rips were both imbued with a sense of suicidal intent.

However, the game did not go as he had hoped.

Chen Jin's movement speed remained swift.

Sliding steps, parallel steps, and cross steps—every step is as swift as the wind.

Both their defense and offense were of alarmingly high quality.

Many of Feng Yixin's supposedly tricky and powerful smashes were often countered by Chen Jin with even faster speed, more spin, and more tricky angles.

It's not like someone on the verge of exhaustion could produce such a performance.

The score was quickly widened.

11: 3.

The lopsided score was like a bucket of ice water poured over Feng Yixin's head.

It instantly extinguished most of his confidence and fervor.

"Wasn't it said that Chen Jin was greatly exhausted? Wasn't it said that Chen Jin was at his last gasp?"

Countless questions swirled in Feng Yixin's somewhat bewildered mind: "Why does his strength, speed, and reaction show no signs of declining physical fitness?"

Covered in sweat and filled with confusion, Feng Yixin returned to the sidelines and looked at his coach.

"..."

Sensing Feng Yixin's resentment, the coach pretended to be calm and reassured him, "Don't worry, don't panic. It's actually quite normal to play like this in the first game."

"Think about it carefully. After the mixed doubles match, Chen Jin rested for about an hour, and with the physiotherapy, his physical strength must have recovered to some extent."

“But look at Chen Jin. After finishing one game, he was panting heavily. In the second game, his stamina will definitely drop, and I dare say it will drop precipitously.”

"So, the next round is your chance to counterattack!"

I listened to what the coach said.

Feng Yixin was skeptical, and turned to look.

On the other side, Chen Jin sat on a sofa by the field, eating a banana while enjoying a massage from Wang Hao.

Chen Jin's breathing was visibly more intense than usual.

His chest heaved, and he was panting heavily.

"The coach is absolutely right."

Feng Yixin rallied his spirits, as if he had been injected with chicken blood, "Chen Jin is indeed putting on a brave face; his physical strength is constantly declining."

"We must take advantage of his physical fluctuations and completely break him down!"

Mind this.

Their almost extinguished fighting spirit was reignited.

Returning to the field, he was brimming with confidence.

But cruel reality struck Feng Yixin hard right from the start of the second game, shattering all his and his coach's illusions.

Chen Jin's physical fitness showed no signs of decline whatsoever.

Their offensive momentum was even more ferocious than in the first set.

They acted more decisively.

A powerful forehand smash, like a heavy artillery barrage.

A quick backhand rip, like machine gun fire.

Feng Yixin felt that all his efforts in fighting were in vain in the face of Chen Jin's fully upgraded offensive and defensive system.

They would either be easily neutralized by Chen Jin, or they would be met with a strong counterattack from him.

"Snapped!"

With Chen Jin's earth-shattering backhand rip.

The white ball, like lightning, carrying unimaginable power and spin, pierced through Feng Yixin's center.

11: 3.

The score was final in the second game.

"boom!"

Feng Yixin seemed to be frozen in place, his mind blank.

"Why? Why on earth is this happening?"

He almost couldn't hold back and roared out in frustration, "What happened to the promised decline in stamina? Why is he even stronger than in the first game?!"

Even his coach on the sidelines gaped, his facial muscles twitching slightly, filled with disbelief and shock.

"Is this...is this even human?"

The coach exclaimed, "He's practically a superman!"

After two consecutive crushing defeats, and by such a large margin, Feng Yixin's mentality is starting to crumble.

The passion and fighting spirit ignited by the coach before the match were completely crushed and vanished in the face of an absolute gap in strength.

Break between games.

With a face full of frustration and confusion, Feng Yixin dragged his heavy steps back to the sidelines.

Although the coach's heart was also in turmoil and his beliefs were wavering.

But at this point, they were already in a difficult situation.

They had no choice but to grit their teeth and continue to encourage Feng Yixin.

"Hold on! Hold on!"

The coach encouraged him, saying, "In the third game, Chen Jin's stamina will definitely decline."

"This is a scientific law, the limit of human physiology, and no one can violate it!"

"He was playing exceptionally well in the first two games, pushing himself to his limits. He's definitely reached his limit now, completely exhausted."

"If you grit your teeth and keep pushing, he'll definitely break down."

"Don't let all your efforts go to waste!"

Hear the words.

Feng Yixin turned around blankly and looked at the opposite side again.

Chen Jin was sitting on the sofa, covered in sweat and panting heavily.

Compared to the break between the previous games, my physical strength has clearly declined significantly.

"Fuck!"

As if grasping at the last straw, Feng Yixin clenched his fists tightly, his eyes flashing with a desperate, ruthless light. "He's not going to make it, he's really about to die!"

"Third round, take him down!"

"I refuse to believe he can hold on this time!"

Feng Yixin immediately rallied his forces.

Summoning the last remaining courage and strength within him, he launched another fierce attack at the start of the third round.

Soon, Feng Yixin discovered that Chen Jin's tactics had changed.

Unlike the first two games, he no longer made decisive moves and launched strong attacks.

Instead, they turned defense into offense.

Even their stance remains stable in the mid-to-close range.

"His physical strength really couldn't hold on any longer!"

Feng Yixin was overjoyed.

Attack! Attack! Attack!

Take this opportunity and win this game!

However, he soon discovered to his horror that although Chen Jin was on the defensive, he was by no means passively taking hits.

It seemed to have transformed into an impregnable city wall.

The accuracy in predicting the trajectory of the incoming ball is outrageous.

The reaction speed is as fast as lightning.

No matter how hard Feng Yixin charged forward, how desperately he changed his route, or how recklessly he tried to sprint to the side, Chen Jin, with his superior skills and patience, skillfully thwarted each attack.

Blocking, flicking, guiding, cutting, sticking, shaving... he can use all kinds of techniques with ease.

Chen Jin, with his masterful touch and exquisite control over power, spin, landing point, and rhythm, uses skill to overcome force.

Like a Tai Chi master, he moves with effortless grace and ease.

"I can't kill him... Why can't I kill him?"

Feng Yixin was extremely anxious.

The more anxious you are, the more effort you want to put in.

The more you rush to exert force, the more distorted your movements become.

The score gap widened further and further.

11: 2.

The score is 3-0.

competition is over.

Chen Jinbing won three straight sets without firing a shot.