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

Chapter 496: If you say you'll come back from a 1-0 deficit, you come back from a 1-0 deficit!

The score is 1-1.

What was originally a best-of-five match immediately became a best-of-three match.

With their outstanding performance, Chen Jin and Zhang Jiahao won a game, as if this victory had unlocked their full potential.

Their gazes grew increasingly focused, revealing a hint of ferocity.

Especially Zhang Jiahao.

Sweat poured down his face, soaking his temples and streaming down his cheeks.

He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently.

He listened attentively to Chen Jin's words while wiping his sweat and drinking water, his expression serious and nodding frequently.

Although he had leveled the score by a large margin, he knew in his heart that his opponent was by no means an easy opponent.

Even the slightest lapse in concentration can lead to failure.

If we want to win this match, we must follow Chen Jin's instructions.

Fortunately, when it comes to listening to Chen Jin, Zhang Jiahao believes that no one in the world can surpass him.

"The third game, the crucial game."

Chen Jin, with his strategic mind, explained, "The outcome of this round will be crucial to morale and mentality. Wang Chuqin and Liang Jingkun will definitely go all out."

"Especially Wang Chuqin, he will definitely intensify his fighting."

"As long as we can withstand his fierce attack, our chances of winning are very high."

"Furthermore, by controlling multiple points within the arena, varying the length of attacks, and maneuvering left and right, we can make it difficult for Wang Chuqin to maintain his footing in the mid-to-close range, thus greatly reducing his offensive power..."

And the other side.

Wang Chuqin and Liang Jingkun had already lost their previous ease and composure.

His face was gloomy, and his lips were tightly pursed.

Like an enraged lion, it prepares to use its most primal power to reclaim its territory.

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Wang Liqin, Qin Zhijian, and several others sat side by side, watching the game from the sidelines.

The second game had just ended.

Wang Liqin suddenly stood up.

"Chairman Wang."

Qin Zhijian paused for a moment, then turned to look at Wang Liqin, "Where are you going?"

"I'll go check out the main stadium next door."

Wang Liqin straightened his clothes. "Lin Shidong's match is about to begin."

"Aren't you going to watch this game?"

Qin Zhijian was taken aback again.

"Don't look at it."

After glancing at Chen Jin and Zhang Jiahao, Wang Liqin said calmly, "There's no suspense anymore."

"what?"

Qin Zhijian frowned slightly.

The two games have just ended.

With the score tied, it's a fierce battle of life and death, so why is there no suspense anymore?
Wang Liqin did not answer and got up to leave.

Before leaving, he glanced at Chen Jin and Zhang Jiahao one last time.

The third game begins.

Just as Chen Jin had predicted.

Wang Chuqin and Liang Jingkun indeed intensified their attacking and snatching efforts.

Every serve and every return carries an atmosphere of fierce competition, a fight to the death.

Wang Chuqin repeatedly lunged to the side, and his sharp backhand and lightning-fast transitions were a perfect combination.

Liang Jingkun reduced his blind exertion and made more use of his strong physical attributes to run and cover a wide area, providing cover for Wang Chuqin's attack.

In contrast, Chen Jin and Zhang Jiahao continued their tactics from the second game, displaying a fighting spirit that was in no way inferior to their opponents.

Chen Jin's shooting skills are even better than Wang Chuqin's.

Zhang Jiahao's footwork is agile and his touch is hot. Like a nimble dancer, no matter how much his opponent attacks from a wide angle, he can always regain position and counter-attack.

The scoreline resembled a battleground in a tug-of-war.

In the midst of their fierce competition, they rose alternately, locked in a tight struggle.

1: 1.

2: 2.

3: 3.

4: 4.

……

Neither side was able to score consecutive points.

Neither side could widen the gap to more than two points.

Both sides were blinded by rage.

Scenes of multiple players locked in a stalemate have become commonplace.

The small white ball transformed into dazzling afterimages above the table.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

……

The crisp, explosive sound of the ball hitting the shuttlecock, accompanied by cheers and shouts, echoed throughout the vast stadium.

Soon, the score was tied at 5-5.

Chen Jinfa went to the ball.

Reverse rotation, short side down.

Wang Chuqin quickly stepped forward and twisted the diagonal line.

The ball came straight at him, but Zhang Jiahao had overshot his marker and didn't have time to generate power.

With a backhand flick, a side cut.

Although the speed was not fast and the arc was relatively high, Liang Jingkun dared not take it lightly.

They didn't even dare to exert their full strength to rush forward.

Instead, he lowers his right arm and performs a high-reaching arc loop.

The rotating arc was controlled perfectly by Liang Jingkun.

The ping-pong ball flew almost close to the top of the net, heading towards Chen Jin's backhand side in the middle.

Due to its extremely strong rotation, it plunged downwards hard after landing on the platform.

It looked as if a heavy object was suspended above it.

It was initially thought that Chen Jin could only defend against this ball.

Unexpectedly, Chen Jin lowered his center of gravity so much that he almost squatted on the ground.

Powerfully engage your right arm and counter-pull the ball back.

"Break!"

The ping-pong ball, with an even more terrifying spin, drew an exaggerated arc, like a cheetah pouncing on the opponent's table.

The instant the platform was stepped off.

It bounced in an arc and then suddenly plunged downwards.

"!"

Wang Chuqin's pupils contracted, a look of shock flashing across his face. "Such a heavy spin!"

I knew this ball had too much spin.

Moreover, the curve is extremely low.

The best approach is to defend.

To pull back from the bottom requires exceptional skill and carries enormous risk.

However, Wang Chuqin was unwilling to give up.

He immediately gritted his teeth.

Squat down until your buttocks almost touch the ground.

Having accurately predicted the trajectory of the incoming ball, I was already prepared to counter-attack.

But just as they were about to make their move...

But then they discovered that the ball bounced twice and didn't even leave the table!
"what?!"

Wang Chuqin's eyes widened.

He never expected that Chen Jin's high-quality looping shot against Liang Jingkun would result in a double bounce that didn't go off the table!

Such a miraculous goal completely exceeded Wang Chuqin's imagination.

"Is this...is this reasonable?"

A storm raged within Wang Chuqin's heart.

It's not just him.

Liang Jingkun was equally dumbfounded.

He asked himself, "That high-loop topspin shot just now, in terms of both spin and arc, was the pinnacle of my technique."

Chen Jin's ability to pull back was truly remarkable.

Incredibly.

Chen Jin not only pulled back, but even pulled a second jump without leaving the stage!

What the hell is this incredible feel?

Even Boll at his peak probably couldn't do that!
However unbelievable it may seem, the facts are undeniable and leave no room for doubt.

thump--

Wang Chuqin originally wanted to stand up.

He lacked strength in his lower limbs and fell to the ground.

next second.

The ping-pong ball fell off the table and landed in front of him, spinning continuously.

6: 5.

“Wow——!!!”

The fans at the scene were all in awe.

Even the official commentators were almost speechless with astonishment by Chen Jin's shot.

"A reverse pull and a high hoist, but the second jump won't bring it off the stage?"

His expression was excited, his voice hoarse and cracking, "My God, what kind of magical ball is this?!"

"Anyone who frequently performs a high-loop counter-attack knows what it means to be able to pull off a shot like this!"

"Feel, control, placement, trajectory... none of these can be lacking!"

"Chen Jin's shot was absolutely masterful!"

"That's fucking amazing!"

……

Watching Chen Jin and Zhang Jiahao high-five each other across the table, Liang Jingkun put one hand on his hip and smiled helplessly.

Even as an opponent, he had to admit that Chen Jin's shot was nothing short of a "miracle."

Liang Jingkun looked down.

Wang Chuqin collapsed to the ground and couldn't get up for a long time.

So she reached out and helped him up.

Wang Chuqin took a deep breath and patted the dust off his clothes.

Although Chen Jin scored a spectacular goal, boosting morale, the score remained close.

The difference is only one point, not a big one.

This shot did not discourage Wang Chuqin.

This, on the contrary, aroused Wang Chuqin's murderous intent.

Subsequently, the course of the match unfolded exactly as Wang Chuqin had predicted.

The score remains close.

6: 6.

7: 7.

8: 8.

……

They were never able to widen the gap.

In the final stages of the game, every ball and every point becomes crucial.

Any of these could be the deciding factor in the outcome of this game.

It could even affect the attribution of players in a normal match.

An invisible pressure permeated the entire venue, like a boulder pressing down on the shoulders of the four contestants.

It was Liang Jingkun's turn to serve.

Toss the ball and prepare to swing.

"laugh!"

Short forehand stroke with sidespin.

Chen Jin stepped forward with his right foot and turned his waist and hips backward.

With shoulders relaxed and elbows raised, the wrists are drawn inward in an exaggerated arc to store power.

Facing the initial descent of the incoming ball.

"Whoosh—"

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

The ping-pong ball, carrying a strong side spin, flew towards the opposite half of the table like lightning.

Judging from Chen Jin's position, Wang Chuqin thought he was going to be attacked from behind.

They were on high alert, ready to retaliate.

Unexpectedly, Chen Jin twisted his wrist, abruptly changing the direction of his force.

He twisted it into a straight line.

The ball flew like a cannonball, hurtling towards Wang Chuqin's forehand sideline.

"Fuck!"

Fortunately, Wang Chuqin reacted extremely quickly, taking a cross step and leaping forward to save the ball.

However, the quality is not high.

A murderous intent surged in his dark eyes as Zhang Jiahao gripped his racket and unleashed a powerful smash.

"Snapped!"

The force penetrates the blade, the ball seems about to crack upon impact.

next second.

The ball flew out of bounds.

9: 8.

"Damn it—" Zhang Jiahao jumped up suddenly, his face full of regret and self-blame.

It was a clear scoring opportunity, but he lost the point due to his own mistake.

Moreover, this was under such a close score.

"pia~"

Zhang Jiahao slapped himself across the face.

Instantly, my cheeks felt burning.

"fine."

Chen Jin remained calm and comforted her, "Don't rush, take your time."

Liang Jingkun continues serving.

The scene was silent.

It was as if the air itself was filled with a scorching heat.

Short forehand, no spin.

Chen Jin lightly tapped his wrist and swiftly chopped diagonally.

This slash was long, fast, and powerful, successfully squeezing out Wang Chuqin's position.

Wang Chuqin didn't have time to back off the table, nor could he turn to the side, so he could only face the incoming ball and forcefully flick it with his backhand.

"Chance!"

This time, Zhang Jiahao was not impatient.

Slide to the side, turn your hips, and prepare to shoot.

At the optimal point of the ball's initial descent, the racket in hand is swung out like a giant axe.

Seeing his fierce exertion, Liang Jingkun thought he was about to burst forth.

They quickly retreated from the stage to deflect the force of the attack.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Jiahao exerted force and rubbed hard.

"Break!"

It was a high-looping arc.

The landing point spun, exceeding Liang Jingkun's expectations.

"Ok?"

Liang Jingkun wanted to step forward.

But, it's too late.

Instinctively, I stuck out my buttocks and reached out to grab it, but then I lost my footing.

How could such a rotation be suppressed?

The ball went out of bounds.

9: 9.

The score is tied again.

"Whoo~"

Zhang Jiahao let out a long breath.

Together with Chen Jin, he walked to the referee's table, picked up a towel, and wiped his sweat.

At this point, it was already the crucial moment of the third game.

Whether it was Chen Jin and Zhang Jiahao, or Wang Chuqin and Liang Jingkun, they all looked serious.

They whispered to each other.

"Brother Jin."

Zhang Jiahao lowered his voice to avoid being overheard, "Are we just going to send them away with a gun?"

After all, they have the right to serve the next two times.

The more crucial the play, the less you can afford to back down.

Serving tactics are definitely the best choice.

"Do not."

Chen Jin shook his head. "Control the pace."

"At this point, whoever is anxious will lose."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Jiahao nodded: "Understood."

Chen Jinfa went to the ball.

Wang Chuqin receives the serve.

This time, Chen Jin changed his serve.

It's no longer a hook shot, but a forehand high toss.

"laugh!"

Chen Jin flicked his wrist.

At the moment of impact, he made a feint by lifting his arm upwards.

However, this did not fool Wang Chuqin.

"Side down!"

Wang Chuqin saw right through it.

He stepped forward with his left leg and inserted himself under the stage.

Sink your shoulders and raise your elbows, then twist and pull with a short burst of force.

"昘——"

Eat, then go online.

10: 9.

Chen Jin scored, taking the lead in the third game and reaching game point.

Wang Chuqin frowned, looked down at his racket, and seemed to be questioning his existence: "How can I spin it like this?"

"Choo-hoo!"

Zhang Jiahao clenched his fist and roared.

Followed by.

Chen Jin continues serving.

Still a forehand high toss.

The ball was thrown into the air, reaching a height of three or four meters.

"laugh!"

The serving motion was almost exactly the same as before.

Even the feinting motion of lifting upwards seemed like a copy-paste.

However, this ball was a long, fast-paced shot.

Like lightning, it charged towards Wang Chuqin's backhand corner baseline.

At the moment Chen Jin threw the ball.

Wang Chuqin seemed to have seen through everything long ago.

His feet moved like the wind, and his figure flashed.

With lightning speed, he slid to the side and created space.

Meet the incoming ball with a powerful forehand smash.

"Snapped!"

An unparalleled force poured out, striking the ball fiercely.

The rubber on the racket undergoes a visible instantaneous deformation at the moment of impact.

With the support of this power, the small and light ping-pong ball instantly transformed into a cannonball, whistling through the air and exuding an aura of death, as it hurtled towards Chen Jin.

"No one can catch this ball from me!"

As Wang Chuqin fell to the ground like a spinning top, this belief flashed through his mind.

True.

No one could catch his unstoppable, explosive descent to the ground.

Even Chen Jin was no exception.

After all, even if Chen Jin catches the ball after it has been knocked out of bounds, it won't make a difference.

11: 9.

Chen Jin and Zhang Jiahao won another game.

The score is 2-1.

Seeing that the originally favorable situation was ruined by Wang Chuqin's two mistakes in receiving and serving, Liang Jingkun glanced at Wang Chuqin.

Although he didn't speak, the expression in his eyes had already given everything away.

"Can't you just honestly backhand the ball and make a simple backhand flick? Why do you have to show off by falling down and then suddenly charging?"

Liang Jingkun was speechless. "Now look what's happened, another one of us falling down and getting the floor mats wet!"

Just now, witnessing Wang Chuqin fall to the ground and suddenly surge forward, his heart skipped a beat, and he already guessed that things were going to go wrong.

As expected, the result was as predicted.

"Ah~"

Liang Jingkun sighed inwardly.

didn't say anything.

Silently, he put down his racket and, together with Wang Chuqin, took towels and walked to the sidelines.

Break between games.

While wiping his sweat, Wang Chuqin kept talking to Liang Jingkun at a fast pace.

Liang Jingkun, on the other hand, kept his head down, covered his head with a towel, and nodded occasionally.

The atmosphere was somewhat tense.

In contrast, Chen Jin and Zhang Jiahao were filled with renewed confidence.

"They said they'd come back from a 1-0 deficit to win 3-1, and they did!"

Zhang Jiahao patted his chest and said, "In the next round, we'll send them home."

The fourth game begins.

Chen Jin and Zhang Jiahao gave their opponents no chance to catch their breath and turn the tide, showing their determination and momentum to win from the very beginning.

After the trials of the first three games, the two seemed to have unlocked their full potential, firmly controlling the rhythm and initiative on the field with an absolute advantage.

Positioning, covering, yielding... seamless and fluid.

It's as if they don't need to make eye contact to know where each other will be next and what kind of shot they'll hit.

An invisible but powerful aura emanated from Chen Jin and Zhang Jiahao, making it difficult for Wang Chuqin and Liang Jingkun to breathe.

Wang Chuqin and Liang Jingkun attempted to use their individual abilities to force their way in and reverse the situation.

Despite the occasional brilliant shot, Chen Jin and Zhang Jiahao's rhythm remained completely undisrupted.

Several seemingly dangerous shots were neutralized by the two players' excellent teamwork and strong counter-attacks.

Connecting movements allows for greater coverage.

The transition between forehand and backhand is incredibly smooth.

3: 1.

5:2.
7: 3.

The score gap gradually widened.

Wang Chuqin's face was filled with anxiety and resentment.

They want to break the deadlock through a higher-quality, more aggressive attack.

However, under Chen Jin's fierce defense and counterattacks, and Zhang Jiahao's entanglement, they returned empty-handed.

In fact, exerting too much force can lead to more mistakes.

Liang Jingkun was also affected as a result.

The army was defeated like a mountain.

10: 5.

Chen Jin and Zhang Jiahao were the first to reach match point.

"Whoo~"

Knowing he was standing on the edge of a cliff, Wang Chuqin took a deep breath.

Hook serve.

Side-up.

Chen Jin executed a powerful backhand twist.

Liang Jingkun barely managed to defend.

Zhang Jiahao quickly tore a diagonal line with force.

Wang Chuqin slid to the side and unleashed a powerful forehand smash.

Chen Jin stepped back half a step from the stage, then forcefully pulled back.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

……

Four figures ran back and forth on both sides of the table, engaging in extreme rallies.

Fifteen consecutive limit-up days!
The fans at the scene erupted in cheers.

One wave subsides only for another to rise, and all you can hear is a chorus of "wows".

Seeing that the stalemate was not over, Zhang Jiahao suddenly gritted his teeth.

As the ball comes in, pull back with force.

He flicked his wrist outwards.

"Break!"

The ping-pong ball, with its unpredictable spin and arc, slammed down towards Wang Chuqin's forehand side in the middle.

Wang Chuqin had already set up his formation and was about to pull back.

Unexpectedly, the curve suddenly changed direction.

It slipped right past him.

"!"

Wang Chuqin was taken aback.

Looking back, the ball had already landed.

It did not bounce upon landing.

Instead, it rolled straight away, skimming the ground.

Wang Chuqin was dumbfounded again: "What... what kind of ball is this?"

Before he could react.

at this time.

The referee's voice suddenly rang out.

"11:6!"

competition is over!

The score is 3-1.

(End of this chapter)