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

Chapter 495 Your attacks cannot break through my defenses!

Second round.

Exchange venues.

Chen Jin, holding a ping-pong ball, stood on the right side of the table and bent down to make a gesture.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Jiahao immediately understood.

On the other side, Wang Chuqin and Liang Jingkun were also on high alert.

Instantly.

In the vast venue, the sound seemed to be sucked out in an instant.

All eyes, without prior arrangement, focused on Chen Jin.

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

A ping-pong ball is tossed onto the table, producing a crisp bouncing sound.

Immediately, Chen Jin grabbed it.

Place the ball in the palm of your left hand, bend over, and hold the racket in your right hand.

There was a pause.

Toss the ball into the air, then draw back and slice.

"laugh!"

Diagonal, shorter on the lower side.

At the moment Chen Jin threw the ball.

Liang Jingkun stepped forward and gently swayed his hips.

Zhang Jiahao swings back.

Wang Chuqin chopped a long shot, aiming straight for Chen Jin's backhand baseline.

Chen Jin stepped forward with his right foot, creating space to hit the ball.

Tuck your wrists inward and gather power in your waist and hips.

His entire body seemed like a fully drawn bowstring, poised to unleash its power.

The optimal point of force is at the initial stage of the ball's descent.

"call!"

The slap in the hand is like a knife in the palm.

With a sudden swing, it sliced ​​through the air, creating a sound like thunder and lightning.

next second.

"Snapped!"

The sound of the ball hitting the paddle was like a clap of thunder in spring, suddenly resounding across the table tennis table.

The small white ball transformed into a bolt of lightning, tearing through the void.

With incredible force and power, it blasted towards the right corner of the opponent's table.

No one can describe the speed of that ball.

Liang Jingkun leaped into the air, attempting to save the ball.

But, it's too late.

Staggering, he could only watch helplessly as a white blur, tracing a deathly arc, swept past him.

1: 0.

"Choo-hoo!"

"Zhu--"

Chen Jin and Zhang Jiahao faced each other, clenching their fists and roaring.

Its sound was like thunder, and its momentum was like a rainbow.

The entire venue was silent for a fraction of a second, then erupted in a huge gasp of amazement.

"Holy crap, that was a fast ball!"

"What just happened? I didn't even see the ball!"

"What a sharp backhand straight shot! It even stunned Liang Jingkun... Chen Jin's wrist is insane!"

……

Wang Chuqin frowned slightly.

He glanced at Liang Jingkun.

Liang Jingkun was also helpless about this.

Judging from Chen Jin's stance, I initially thought he was going to hit a cross-court shot with a backhand.

Liang Jingkun was already positioned on his backhand side, ready for battle.

Unexpectedly, Chen Jin's wrist was so flexible that he forcibly changed the direction of his force at the moment of his move, and launched a straight shot.

By the time Liang Jingkun reacted and lunged for his right hand, it was already too late.

"Chen Jin's ability to learn is too strong."

Liang Jingkun said in a low voice, "Don't give Chen Jin a chance to make a move easily."

"Keep a close eye on Zhang Jiahao; he is our breakthrough point."

Wang Chuqin's face was gloomy, and he hummed in agreement.

Continue serving.

Chen Jin hooked his hook to the side.

Liang Jingkun stepped forward and unleashed a powerful backhand flick down the crosscourt.

With great power and speed, it was like a heavy cannon firing, heading straight for the opponent's right side of the table.

Knowing the power of this shot, Zhang Jiahao did not back down, but instead defended with his backhand, gritting his teeth and enduring the blow.

"Snapped!"

Using the opponent's force against them, they managed to return the ball with difficulty.

As for the quality of the return shot, there's no need to think too much about it.

"Chance!"

Wang Chuqin's pupils suddenly contracted, his eyes revealing ruthlessness and murderous intent.

He stepped forward and stood near the stage.

With a whoosh, he swung his racket fiercely.

The racket suddenly transformed into a giant, ghostly blade, tearing through the air with boundless killing intent as it met the highest point of the incoming ball.

"Snapped!"

Accompanied by a deafening sound of the ball being struck.

The white ball, like a meteorite falling from the depths of space, hurtles towards the opponent's table.

"Well done!"

Chen Jin seemed to have anticipated this.

With a light touch of his feet, he leaped backward and retreated to the center of the platform to dissipate the force.

Trading space for time!

Squat down, lowering your center of gravity.

The forearm sinks under the hip, and the wrist is tucked inward to store power.

Observe the middle and late stages of the ball's descent.

He suddenly pushed off the ground with his right leg.

In an instant, power rose from the ground.

It originates from the waist and hips, runs through the whole body, and finally flows into the forearms and wrists.

"call--"

A powerful backhand flick, the sound of wind and thunder.

"Snapped!"

Facing Wang Chuqin's powerful forehand smash close to the table, Chen Jin countered with a backhand loop from the mid-table.

With immense power and a powerful arc, the ping-pong ball flew through the air, drawing an astonishing arc.

"Wow—"

A gasp rippled through the crowd.

As the ping-pong ball flew towards him, Liang Jingkun raised an eyebrow.

This is not a ping-pong ball at all!

It's clearly a missile!

A counter-loop is impossible. Liang Jingkun's legs were firmly planted like tree roots, his body leaned forward, and his thumbs pressed down hard on his racket, trying to use his weight to suppress the ball.

"boom!"

The instant the ball touches the ground.

Liang Jingkun felt a tremendous force, like a surging wave, coming towards him.

The shock made half of his arm tremble.

The small ping-pong ball, spinning terrifyingly, seemed to be trying to pierce through the base of his racket, like a rapidly rotating electric drill.

It can't be held down!
It's impossible to hold it down!
Liang Jingkun clearly felt that he was completely out of control.

"昘——"

The ball flew out at an angle and landed outside the table.

0: 2.

"Boiled!"

Inside the stadium, Chen Jin and Zhang Jiahao roared once again.

In contrast, Wang Chuqin and Liang Jingkun...

The two exchanged a glance, both showing a hint of shock.

Wang Chuqin was even more shocked: "How could this pull me back?"

If it were a one-on-one match, that would be fine.

But this is doubles, which inherently has some limitations.

However, Chen Jin's performance showed absolutely no signs of being restrained.

Switch sides and serve.

Liang Jingkun and Wang Chuqin exchanged a few words in hushed tones.

"Zhang Jiahao is receiving the serve this round, so we'll play a counter-attack."

"clear."

Liang Jingkun posted a message that was not forwarded.

I originally thought that, according to Zhang Jiahao's habits, he would either use a short piece or a long piece.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Jiahao made a decisive move, twisting and pulling down the middle lane.

Wang Chuqin reacted extremely quickly, sliding to the side and pulling back with his forehand.

Chen Jin tore the diagonal line.

Liang Jingkun and Liang Jingkun are tearing each other apart.

Zhang Jiahao, who had been waiting for his chance, moved like a shark that had smelled blood. From the right side of the table, he took a cross step, swiftly moved forward, and pounced into position.

Forehand counter-attack down the line.

Wang Chuqin was about to fill in on the left side of the table.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Jiahao pulled back to a straight line.

He quickly stopped, shrank back, and retaliated with a backhand.

Unfortunately, his effort was blocked.

He could only barely save the ball.

The landing point of the arc is tantamount to suicide.

"Snapped!"

Before Wang Chuqin could retreat, Chen Jin unleashed a powerful forehand smash.

The ball hurtled towards Wang Chuqin like a cannonball.

Wang Chuqin didn't have time to move, so he quickly twisted his waist.

However, he still couldn't escape the fate of being hit in the face by a ping-pong ball.

0: 3.

"Sorry."

Chen Jin immediately raised his hand to signal.

A red mark suddenly appeared on Wang Chuqin's cheek.

Wang Chuqin reached out and touched it; his face turned ashen.

"Are you okay?"

Liang Jingkun asked.

"fine."

Wang Chuqin lowered his voice, "Steal his long ball."

"Ah."

Liang Jingkun nodded.

A sharp, downward shot, moving at incredible speed, aimed straight at Zhang Jiahao's backhand baseline.

Little did they know, just now...

Chen Jin seemed to see through their plan at a glance and quietly reminded them, "Keep an eye on the ball, watch out for them to sneak in a long run." Therefore, Zhang Jiahao was prepared.

At the moment Liang Jingkun served.

Zhang Jiahao raised an eyebrow: "So you really wanted to grow taller!"

Slide to the side and unleash a powerful forehand smash down the line.

"Fuck!"

Wang Chuqin reacted extremely quickly, taking a large step forward and lunging forward with his forehand, pulling the ball back from the extreme position.

However, this shot was a desperate save under completely passive circumstances, which greatly reduced its quality.

The ball, with a slight sidespin, flew towards Chen Jin's center.

Chen Jin's figure flashed without stopping at all.

It was as if the ball's landing point and trajectory had already been calculated.

"Snapped!"

Forehand smash.

The arm swings out like a whip, and the point of contact with the ball is always on the rise.

It was accompanied by a deafening explosion.

The ping-pong ball transformed into a sharp white flash, striking Liang Jingkun's still-empty forehand position after he had just returned to his starting position.

4: 0.

They lost four points in a row at the start, allowing the opponent to launch a scoring run.

Wang Chuqin and Liang Jingkun looked solemn.

In the second game, the opponent's playing style clearly changed, and they became more aggressive and decisive in their attacks.

Especially Zhang Jiahao.

He was like he was on steroids, lunging for a forehand with a tricky landing point.

In addition, Chen Jin provided a safety net.

This put Wang Chuqin and Liang Jingkun under immense pressure.

"Get started!"

Wang Chuqin said in a deep voice, "Be more decisive, be more ruthless."

"Ah."

Liang Jingkun nodded.

immediately.

It's Zhang Jiahao's turn to serve.

Short ball from the side.

Liang Jingkun stepped forward, lowered his shoulders and raised his elbows, twisting and pulling diagonally.

Chen Jin quickly ripped the cloth with a backhand.

Wang Chuqin moved with incredible speed, sliding sideways and crashing to the ground.

"Snapped!"

The ball, accompanied by a whistling sound, carried all of Wang Chuqin's will, hurtling straight towards Zhang Jiahao's forehand corner.

It is powerful and fast.

Just when almost everyone thought Zhang Jiahao was out of the running to save the ball.

Sudden.

Zhang Jiahao's eyes were bloodshot.

With a cross step, like a mad bull, he lunged towards the left half of the platform.

His entire right arm was like a swung battle axe. In a backward leaning position where his body was almost out of balance, he relied on his powerful waist and abdomen strength and his indomitable spirit to counter-pull the ball.

"Snapped!"

The ping-pong ball, with its strong sidespin, traced an exaggerated and bizarre arc.

Almost touching the white edge of the net, like a precision-guided missile, it struck the right corner of Wang Chuqin and Liang Jingkun's table tennis table.

5: 0.

"Blanching—!!!"

The moment the ball hits the ground.

Zhang Jiahao's long-suppressed emotions erupted like a volcano.

He suddenly turned around, faced the audience, clenched his fists, and let out a long, angry roar.

The veins on his neck bulged, and sweat flew from his forehead with each violent movement.

This roar was not only for winning this point, but it also hit Wang Chuqin and Liang Jingkun hard on the eardrums.

however.

Wang Chuqin and Liang Jingkun were by no means easy opponents.

In the next few balls, the two players improved the connection and quality of their attacks, launching a fierce counterattack.

Like a storm, wave after wave of attacks poured down on Chen Jin and Zhang Jiahao's half of the court.

Soon, the score was tied at 5-3.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

……

A stalemate involving multiple boards.

Wang Chuqin and Liang Jingkun launched several powerful forehand smashes, but Zhang Jiahao and Chen Jin tenaciously defended them.

The sixth board.

Wang Chuqin seized the opportunity and unleashed a powerful forehand smash.

"Snapped!"

This shot was fast, powerful, and had a low, flat trajectory, heading straight for Chen Jin's open forehand side.

The angle is so wide that it spans the entire island of Taiwan.

Chen Jin seemed to have completely lost his position and could only watch helplessly as the ball flew past his forehand side.

"It's over!"

The fans at the scene felt a pang of regret.

But, in that split second...

Chen Jin demonstrated his superhuman physical coordination and exceptional touch!
He took two parallel steps and then a cross step, lunging forward with a forehand.

In extreme conditions, it forcefully braked by relying on its powerful core strength.

He flew out almost parallel to the ground, his right hand holding the racket, stretching forward as far as he could.

His body was now fully relaxed.

It even gives the illusion that the person is about to fall to the ground.

At the last moment, the racket almost grazed the ground as it touched the ping-pong ball, which was about to bounce a second time.

This was by no means a simple save.

At the moment of contact with the ball.

Chen Jin hooked his wrist and fiercely lifted it up.

"Break!"

The small white ball suddenly shot out.

With a strange sideways spin, it landed on the opponent's half of the table.

The instant the platform was stepped off.

The arc plummeted rapidly, then abruptly veered to the side.

Liang Jingkun was already prepared for the next move, and had even taken half a step forward, ready to deliver a fatal blow.

However, the ball's landing point and spin were completely beyond his expectations.

In a moment of haste, they hastily changed their tactics.

I could only lift the ball up slightly, barely managing to get it over the net.

The arc control is extremely poor.

This presented an excellent offensive opportunity to Zhang Jiahao, who had already quickly returned to his position.

"Thanks, Brother Kun, for giving me this opportunity to surge ahead!"

Zhang Jiahao would never be polite.
Like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, it leaps up.

"Snapped!"

Violent smash.

3: 6.

“Wow——!!!”

The entire stadium was instantly set ablaze.

Applause, exclamations, cheers... swept in like a tsunami.

That was incredible!
From being in a completely passive and desperate situation to ultimately scoring, Chen Jin and Zhang Jiahao worked together to complete a defensive counterattack that can only be described as a miracle.

"OMG, he managed to save that ball? Is he even human?"

"That's a reckless fighting style!"

"Chen Jin!!! Forever a god!!!"

……

After Zhang Jiahao scored.

The first thing to do was not to celebrate.

Instead, he rushed towards Chen Jin and extended his left palm.

Chen Jin grabbed his hand and slowly stood up from the ground, patted the dust off his body, and his face remained expressionless.

However, the light in those eyes was even more dazzling.

Like stars in a cold night.

This goal was more than just a point.

It's more like a declaration to the opponent – ​​your attacks can't break through my defenses!
Next game.

Chen Jin's attacks became more concise and efficient.

It hits exactly where you point it, without any hesitation or delay.

Seize the opportunity and finish with a single shot, maximizing power, speed, and spin.

With Chen Jin backing him up, Zhang Jiahao played even more freely.

Their positioning and coverage became increasingly coordinated, as if they were of one mind.

As one thing grows, another diminishes.

Wang Chuqin and Liang Jingkun were clearly affected, and their attacks became somewhat hasty.

Even some shots that were originally sure to be won resulted in unexpected mistakes.

6: 10.

With Chen Jin scoring a point on his serve, Chen Jin and Zhang Jiahao took the lead in reaching game point in the second game.

"Whoo~"

Liang Jingkun took a deep breath.

He immediately served a short ball to the side.

Zhang Jiahao is short.

Wang Chuqin quickly stepped forward and twisted the handle with his backhand.

But perhaps it was due to pressure.

The quality of this twisting and pulling is not very high.

The ball landed in Chen Jin's middle-side backhand position.

Without hesitation, Chen Jin slid to the side.

The forehand backswing involves gathering power in the waist and abdomen, like a fully drawn bowstring.

At the optimal striking point, unleash a sudden burst of power.

"Snapped!"

Penetrating the base plate.

The ball shot out like a cannonball, carrying terrifying power and astonishing speed, instantly piercing through Wang Chuqin and Liang Jingkun's defense.

11: 6.

Won!

We won the second game!

"Choo-hoo!"

"Zhu--"

Chen Jin clenched his fist and growled, forcefully swinging his arm.

Zhang Jiahao jumped up excitedly and gave Chen Jin a big high five in celebration.

The crisp sound of clapping, like a victory horn, echoed loudly in every corner of the venue.

On the screen, the score is large.

The ratio has changed from 0:1 to 1:1.

(End of this chapter)