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

Chapter 361 A desperate battle! Liang Jingkun's strongest attack!
"That's so violent!"

In Xuperman's live stream, Cheng Jingqi was full of amazement and exclaimed, "Chen Jin's side-step explosive straight shot really has the feel of an old-school penhold grip player."

"Anticipation, footwork, explosiveness...it has some of the characteristics of Liu Jing at his peak."

The backhand flick from Liang Jingkun just now was of such high quality that most ordinary players would have had to passively defend against it.

Unexpectedly, Chen Jin dared to sidestep and charge forward.

It poses a great challenge to both reaction time and speed.

But Chen Jin still managed to do it.

"Purple board, that's ruthless!"

Xu Xin laughed and said, "If you're not ruthless and violent, what's the point of playing with a penhold grip?"

"That being said, Big Fat's backhand quality is universally acknowledged to be high, and it's difficult for most people to compete with him in a backhand duel."

"Especially for penhold grip players, their backhand is inherently a disadvantage."

"Chen Jin is able to hold his own, and that's what makes him so terrifying."

"I'm not afraid of your backhand, but my forehand is more powerful, and my transition speed is faster... Big Fatty didn't lose this game unfairly."

"Let's see how Big Fatty adjusts in the second game."

Cheng Jingqi strongly agreed with this.

"Big Fatty is a slow starter, but also a player with a big heart."

Cheng Jingqi said, "Moreover, he has rich experience on the field and a strong ability to adjust his mentality, so he should not be easily affected by the loss in the first game."

"Big Fatty needs to move around; he can't just stand still and keep attacking."

Xu Xin picked up his water glass, took a small sip to moisten his lips and throat, and then continued, "At least we can't let Chen Jin stand still and attack alongside him."

While talking.

The short break is over.

Liang Jingkun ripped the towel off his head, stood up, and strode toward the pool table.

His eyes were firm and his gaze sharp.

Just as Xu Xin predicted before the match.

At the start of the second game, Liang Jingkun changed his strategy.

They no longer fixated on engaging in a pure power exchange with Chen Jin on the left side of the table.

Because, as it turns out, this approach has been futile.

Instead, he made more use of his powerful forehand smashes to frequently move Chen Jin to his two corners.

He attempted to suppress Chen Jin by using a wider range of forehand firepower and varying the placement of his shots.

Every shot was delivered with a "it's either you or me" mentality, tearing apart Chen Jin's rhythm with a storm of attacks.

However, Chen Jin seemed to have anticipated Liang Jingkun's tactics.

Their footsteps moved with lightning speed.

The transition between offense and defense was fluid and seamless.

Every time he used a parallel step or a cross step, he precisely landed on the key points of Liang Jingkun's attack route.

A strong counter-attack from the forehand position.

Backhand position, violent counter-attack.

Like a chess player in control of the entire game, she skillfully deflected Liang Jingkun's relentless attacks.

more importantly.

As long as Liang Jingkun reveals even the slightest flaw, Chen Jin can accurately seize it and deliver a fatal blow.

The score went back and forth.

However, the initiative remained firmly in Chen Jin's hands.

4: 7.

Liang Jingkun fell behind.

"Whoo~"

Holding the serve, Liang Jingkun stood on the left side of the table, gently spinning the ping-pong ball.

Large beads of sweat poured from his forehead, ran down his cheeks, and gathered into drops on his chin.

He shrugged his right shoulder slightly and rubbed it.

Turning his head to glance at Chen Jin opposite him, Liang Jingkun gently tossed the ball onto the table, making a "da da da" sound.

Then, he bent down.

Pick up the ping-pong ball and toss it gently upwards.

Twist your waist to prepare for the shot.

"laugh!"

Liang Jingkun's serve was aimed at Chen Jin's forehand corner.

But, the next second.

A mistake occurred.

Unable to control the trajectory of the serve, the ping-pong ball grazed the net and bounced high into the air.

In the end, he was powerless to return to his own position.

"what--"

Liang Jingkun looked annoyed and let out a low growl.

They were already behind in the score, and then they made such a basic mistake on their serve.

It not only affects one's mindset, but also disrupts one's offensive rhythm.

House seemingly endless rain!

Even with Liang Jingkun's strong will, his composure couldn't help but waver in the face of this situation.

8: 4.

Fortunately, I can take the opportunity to wipe away the sweat and adjust my mindset slightly.

"Stay calm, don't rush, take it slow."

Liang Jingkun kept reminding himself, "I played much better than in the first game."

Switch sides and serve.

Chen Jin remained expressionless and hooked a short ball down the middle.

Although Liang Jingkun tried his best to calm himself down, on the field, one's mindset and emotions are often beyond one's control.

Perhaps, even he himself didn't realize it.

As the score widened, he was eager to catch up, and his handling of the serve became somewhat rough and a little reckless.

Facing Chen Jin's serve, before he had fully adjusted his center of gravity, he stepped forward and forcefully flicked the ball down the line with his backhand.

He twisted and pulled the ball up.

However, the arc is high and floaty, the speed is slow, and the rotation is insufficient.

"!"

Chen Jin's eyes narrowed.

His murderous intent surged.

Like a cheetah that has been waiting for a long time, it pushes off with its feet and starts moving instantly.

A figure flashed by, sliding to the side.

Pull your right arm back while gripping the racket, and twist your waist and hips to build up power.

"Snapped!"

The forehand smash was devastating, like a thunderbolt from the blue.

Instantly.

The ping-pong ball suddenly transformed into a meteorite engulfed in raging flames, carrying terrifying speed and spin, and with a piercing shriek that tore through the air, it precisely struck Liang Jingkun's backhand side.

I thought this shot would be a sure hit.

However, no one can underestimate the veteran's determination to win the game.

Liang Jingkun moved with incredible speed, like a shooting star, back to defend the left half of the table.

What was even more unexpected was...

He pressed it down with his backhand, and it went straight.

"Whoosh-"

Chen Jin leaped forward like an arrow released from a bow.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

8: 5.

Liang Jingkun pulled one back.

"Choo-hoo!"

"Zhu--"

After finally hitting a beautiful shot, Liang Jingkun's morale soared.

Unable to suppress his emotions any longer, he clenched his fist and roared.

Like a tiger roaring in the mountains.

The fans at the scene cheered.

Looking down at his racket, Chen Jin frowned slightly: "You still couldn't kill him with that?"

He asked himself honestly, and realized that his sudden sidestep and explosive charge just now was of the highest caliber in terms of power and speed.

However, the landing point was slightly off.

If it were any other player, they simply wouldn't be able to withstand it.

It has to be said that Liang Jingkun's ability to get a P card for the Paris Olympics is beyond doubt.

"To be on the safe side, let's focus on thickness."

"As long as I always have one more shot than my opponent, there's no need to take such risks."

Think of this.

Chen Jin's eyes immediately regained their calm.

Having won a point, Liang Jingkun felt more composed.

Their attacks became increasingly ruthless.

In contrast, Chen Jin remained as steady as a rock.

He no longer pursues explosive attacks for a guaranteed victory, but instead returns the ball steadily, controls the landing point, and moves his opponent around.

Like a calm hunter, patiently reaping the benefits of Liang Jingkun's unwitting mistakes.

soon.

The score was now 10-5.
Liang Jingkun serves. His hand holding the ball trembles slightly.

Backspin.

The forehand is short.

Chen Jin gently flicked the ball, controlling its landing point, and guided it towards Liang Jingkun's forehand corner.

Liang Jingkun stepped forward and executed a high loop drive.

"Chance!"

Chen Jin's eyes were sharp as knives.

He quickly adjusted his footwork, instantly lowering his center of gravity.

The backswing is small and compact.

His arms were like springs compressed to their limit.

As you jump towards the ball's takeoff point, press your index finger against the racket face and suddenly exert force with your wrist.

Using the opponent's force against them, they burst forth with explosive force.

"Snapped!"

The ping-pong ball, like a silver bullet, shot towards Liang Jingkun's backhand corner with a crisp impact.

The speed was so fast and the angle so wide that even though Liang Jingkun tried his best, he couldn't defend in time.

11: 5.

Chen Jin scores another goal.

Leading 2-0.

"Ah~"

Liang Jingkun closed his eyes and let out a sigh that only he could hear.

Slowly bend over, place your hands on your knees, and lower your head deeply.

Sweat dripped onto the dark blue floor like raindrops.

Seeing Liang Jingkun's apparent helplessness, Xu Xin couldn't help but sigh: "In this round, Da Pang has visibly done his best."

"Running all over Taiwan, changing angles, trying to disrupt Chen Jin's rhythm."

"Unfortunately, Chen Jin is too strong."

As a former teammate, Cheng Jingqi felt a pang of heartache seeing Liang Jingkun's helpless expression.

"Yes."

Cheng Jingqi said in a low voice, "Fortunately, it's a best-of-seven match, which allows for more room for error."

"Moreover, Big Fatty is good at coming from behind, and he's a god who can come back from a 0-2 deficit to win 3-2."

"With a score of 0 to 2, we're on the brink of elimination. Maybe we can trigger Big Fatty's passive skill."

Although they said that, both of them knew very well that triggering the passive skill against Chen Jin would probably not be an easy task.

The third round.

Upon their first appearance.

Liang Jingkun's eyes changed.

Deep and repressed.

He played each ball with extreme focus, seemingly with a touch of self-torture in his silence.

He gritted his teeth, forcibly squeezing out the last bit of potential from his body.

Every run was made with all my might, and every shot was infused with my full will.

However, he no longer pursued violent combat.

Instead, they began to try more precise control.

The serves have become more varied, and the spin is more deceptive.

He attempted to disrupt Chen Jin's rhythm.

Sometimes he would suddenly exert force and launch a powerful shot.

At times, he would use strong, spinning transitions to drag Chen Jin into mid-to-long-range engagements, using his superior stamina and endurance to find opportunities.

This tactical adjustment allowed him to successfully execute several beautiful forehand fast drives and backhand cross-court shots, keeping the score very close at one point.

6: 5.

Liang Jingkun is only one point behind.

This was the closest he had come to Chen Jin since the first inning.

His adjustments and efforts seemed to offer a glimmer of hope.

Sweat soaked through his jersey, clinging to his body and outlining the contours of his strong muscles.
Each breath caused his chest to heave violently, but the flame in his eyes burned stubbornly.

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

Chen Jin's gaze remained as still as an ancient well, without the slightest ripple.

He gently held the ping-pong ball in his palm, spun it a few times, and blew on it.

Hook your hand.

Lateral downward rotation.

The small triangle on the right half of the platform.

This time, Liang Jingkun was highly focused.

He took a quick step forward, seized the landing point, and kept his center of gravity very low.

In the early stages of the ball's descent.

Use your fingers and wrists to increase friction.

The same high-hanging design.

However, having learned from past mistakes, Liang Jingkun noticeably strengthened his control over the details.

Although the ball was not fast, it had a strange side bend and a low arc, bypassing the net and heading straight for Chen Jin's middle.

"!"

Chen Jin felt a chill run down his spine.

Knowing that the ball was of extremely high quality and difficult to return.

So, with an extremely delicate touch, he gently sliced ​​the ball back with his forehand.

The return trajectory is too high.

Opportunity ball!
A sharp glint flashed in Liang Jingkun's eyes.

"Ho!"

A deep, angry roar suddenly burst forth from the depths of his throat.

Liang Jingkun's massive body suddenly unleashed an astonishing starting speed.

He slammed his left foot off the ground, his body lurching sideways like a cannonball, lunging towards the center.

The backswing motion is wide and sweeping.

Lower your center of gravity and pull your arms back as far as possible.

The power of the whole body, like a tightly wound spring, is instantly transmitted to the arm holding the racket through the twisting waist and hips and the taut core.

"Snapped!"

He unleashed a powerful forehand smash.

This shot seemed to embody all of Liang Jingkun's hopes, all his strength, and all his momentum.

Sound like thunder!

His power was like splitting the heavens!
A streak of silvery-white light, carrying the momentum of destruction, tore through the air and slammed into the farthest baseline of Chen Jin's forehand position.

This single move embodies Liang Jingkun's lifelong skill and his do-or-die spirit.

With its immense power, incredible speed, and unpredictable angle, it was undoubtedly the strongest strike.

"Wow—"

A low, suppressed gasp rippled through the audience.

Some were even ready to cheer for this game-winning shot.

however.

On the other side of the table, Chen Jin's reaction exceeded everyone's expectations.

Just as Liang Jingkun pushed off the ground, turned sideways, and prepared his racket to gather power.

Chen Jin's body, as if possessed by divine revelation, had activated its functions ahead of time with incredible foresight.

Facing the arc and landing point of Liang Jingkun's explosive smash, he took a big step forward and lunged towards his forehand side.

This move precisely hit the most fatal bounce trajectory of Liang Jingkun's explosive smash.

The body's center of gravity is lowered extremely.

His body was like a cheetah brimming with power, his right hand, holding the racket, already pulled back, waiting quietly.

As that silvery-white streak of death hurtled in with immense force.

Chen Jin did not choose to confront them head-on.

Instead, with an unbelievable ball feel, he flicks his wrist outward at the moment of contact with the ball.

It wasn't a brutal impact and counter-pull, but rather a masterful dissipation, envelopment, and guidance.

"laugh!"

A strange friction sound rang out.

The streak of light that was supposed to hurtle towards the baseline like a cannonball seemed to be given new life and direction the moment it touched Chen Jin's racket.

The ping-pong ball changed its trajectory strangely, drawing a low, sharp, diagonal line with strong sidespin.

Like a flying knife skimming the surface of the sea, it struck Liang Jingkun's backhand opening at an even faster speed and a more cunning angle.

This shot instantly transformed Liang Jingkun's all-out, determined attack into a deadly thorn aimed at his own heart.

"A forehand flick?!"

Liang Jingkun's pupils suddenly contracted.

Before he could recover from the massive forward momentum after his explosive charge, he completely lost his center of gravity.

He could only turn his head in despair and watch helplessly as the "cannonball" he had created was transformed into an even faster streak of light by his opponent in such an unbelievable way, precisely piercing through his left half of the platform.

"Break!"

The ping-pong ball hit the sideline and sank heavily.

Then, with a loud thud, it crashed to the ground.

Surprisingly, the ping-pong ball did not bounce after landing.

Instead, it stayed close to the ground and rolled straight away.

(End of this chapter)