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

Chapter 390 The Penhold Backhand: Terrifyingly Powerful?!

Under the light, a coin traced a bright silver arc in the air.

It rotates and then settles.

Chen Jin was awarded the right to serve in the first game.

Pre-match practice.

They are already familiar with each other, so there is no need for excessive probing.

Although they have a good relationship in private, from the moment they stepped onto the field, they became rivals who fought to the death.

You know my depth, and I know your strengths and weaknesses.

They dared not relax or slack off.

Chen Jin walked to the left side of the table, holding the small white ping-pong ball in his left palm.

I glanced at Xie Mingyang and saw him bending over, his eyes like those of a hawk.

Immediately, he slightly bent his knees and lowered his center of gravity.

The entire stadium was completely silent.

Countless eyes were focused on Chen Jin.

Time seemed to freeze.

In just a few breaths, it felt like centuries had passed.

Sudden.

Chen Jin made a move.

With a flick of his left hand, he tossed the ball upwards.

When the white ball rises to mid-air and hovers at its highest point, it resembles a full moon.

Then, it began to fall.

Chen Jin's muscles suddenly bulged.

Twist your waist and abdomen sharply, moving your arms in the process.
The fingers and wrists control the racket, shaking it violently at an extremely concealed angle.

"laugh!"

The ping-pong ball, with a subtle spin, bounced gently along the edge of the net and landed on the right side of the table on the opponent's side.

Xie Mingyang stepped forward, lowered his center of gravity, and with a slight downward movement of his wrist, gently swung his wrist short.

He set up a half-out-of-the-stage position in the middle.

As soon as the ball landed, Chen Jin's body twisted to the side like a spring.

The core muscles of the waist and abdomen burst forth with amazing power, driving the right arm holding the racket to draw a full arc.

At the same time, at the instant the ball is touched.

Use your fingers and wrists to increase friction.

The precision with which it controls rotation and arcs is truly astonishing.

—High-loop topspin!
Xie Mingyang reacted extremely quickly, his footwork swift, and he had already secured his position.

Press down on the board and apply force to tear it back.

"Snapped!"

The movements were short and fierce.

The ping-pong ball instantly transformed into a streak of silver light, shooting towards Chen Jin's open backhand side.

Chen Jin did not resist.

He nimbly took half a step back, creating space.

The right arm is lowered, and the racket is drawn in from the hips.

Facing the incoming ball, pull back and hit a cross-court shot.

"Snapped!"

With immense power and incredible speed, it hurtled towards Xie Mingyang's left side of the platform like a Dongfeng Express delivery.

The low, flat arc conceals an incredibly violent and intense rotation.

Knowing that this ball was powerful and difficult to counter, Xie Mingyang could only defend closely.

Sometimes, defense is not cowardice.

Rather, it's for a better attack next time.

Of course, this is Xie Mingyan's idea.

However, for Chen Jin, attacking without defending is the best form of defense.

Xie Mingyang's close defense, using the opponent's force against them, is as fast as lightning.

But Chen Jin is faster.

Lean forward, push off the ground and twist your waist.

All the strength in his body was instantly channeled into his arm.

"Snapped!"

A terrifying force poured out.

Spinning, it tears through the air; the ball moves with the speed of thunder.

A powerful backhand straight shot!

No one can describe the power and speed of that shot, nor can anyone describe the exquisite placement of that shot.

Xie Mingyang reacted too slowly and his transition was a bit slow.

歘——

The white ball, accompanied by a sharp whooshing sound, flew past his forehand side.

Although he swung his racket hastily, he was ultimately too late.

The ball hit the edge of the racket, flew out at an angle, and bounced high and far.

1: 0.

"Wow—"

A burst of enthusiastic cheers and applause erupted from the audience.

It's less noisy and more pure.

Although he won the first game, Chen Jin remained calm and composed.

Xie Mingyang remained calm and composed.

Chen Jin then continued serving.

The same old hook hand.

The forehand is short.

Xie Mingyang learned from his mistake and set up a mid-lane position.

The landing point is shallower, and the spin is heavier.

To limit Chen Jin's ability to take the initiative.

Chen Jin stepped forward and flicked his wrist lightly.

Add twisting and rolling.

They were closing in on Xie Mingyang in the middle lane.

The rhythm changed abruptly with this shot.

Fortunately, Xie Mingyang reacted quickly, a glint of light flashing in his eyes, and he swiftly adjusted his position.

With a backhand slam, he launched a forward attack.

The ball, like a tiger or leopard hunting its prey, hurtled straight towards Chen Jin's left side of the table.

Chen Jin seemed to have anticipated this.

Anticipate the start and get ahead of the game.

Backhand quick smash to meet the ball.

The movements are small, but they are incredibly powerful.

"Snapped!"

A flash of white light, like a shooting star, streaked across the sky and struck Xie Mingyang's backhand corner.

fast!
burst!
ruthless!
Xie Mingyang's steps had just reached the finish line.

The ball has flown right in front of us.

He swung his racket hastily, and the ball hit the net.

2: 0.

Despite falling behind by two points early on, Xie Mingyang remained calm and composed.

Before the match, he had already mentally prepared himself for the loss.

After all, he had known Chen Jin for a long time, so how could he not know how powerful Chen Jin was?

It was precisely because they knew Chen Jin's strength that they remained so calm.

Far from being discouraged, a sense of excitement to challenge the BOSS welled up deep inside.

"It's been a long time since we last fought, and Chen Jin's strength seems to have improved quite a bit."

"More power, faster speed, and the ball explodes more."

"It will be even more difficult to beat him now."

But so what?
Life without challenges would be incredibly boring. *Phew*

Thinking of this, Xie Mingyang took a deep breath.

Adjust your breathing and calm your mind.

Within the pupils, as black as the night sky, the flame seemed to grow ever more intense.

Switch sides and serve.

The forehand is short.

Side down.

Chen Jin quickly stepped forward and twisted the middle.

Xie Mingyang moved with light steps, anticipated the landing point, and tore the diagonal line back.

Chen Jin quickly recovered, advancing instead of retreating.

Use your wrist to deliver a quick, sharp counterattack.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

……

The backhand rip is as fast as lightning, as fierce as a storm.

Between the lightning and the fire.

After four or five rounds of back-and-forth attacks, the landing points were almost fixed on the left side of the table for both players.

The situation seems to be at a stalemate.

at this time.

Chen Jin's eyes suddenly sharpened, he took a half step back, and drew his paddle deeper.

Twist your waist and abdomen to exert maximum force.

"Snapped!"

The sound of the ball hitting the ground was deafening, like thunder.

A thunderous backhand strike erupted from the ground.

The small, light ping-pong ball, in that instant, seemed to break free from the shackles of speed, shooting towards Xie Mingyang with destructive power.

Knowing the terrifying power of Chen Jin's shot, Xie Mingyang felt a chill run down his spine and dared not be careless in the slightest.

Stand firmly on your feet like a pine tree, and lower your center of gravity like a bow.

He pressed his thumb firmly against the racket, facing the incoming ball, trying to defend closely.

Everything is ready, just waiting for the ball.

"boom!"

It was as if a real ping-pong ball had struck Xie Mingyang's racket hard.

The rubber sheet dented instantly.

A fierce and unparalleled force pierced through the rubber and reached the core of the board.

The carbon fibers, aramid fibers, broke inch by inch.

Xie Mingyang felt a sudden jolt in his hand.

Followed by.

The intense vibration, like an electric current, traveled through the racket and instantly to my arm.

"Sigh~"

Xie Mingyang gasped.

I almost lost my grip on the racket and it fell to the ground.

Wait for him to react.

The ball's trajectory was so sharp that it plunged into the net.

0: 3.

"Wow--"

The entire stadium erupted in cheers.

A tidal wave of heartfelt exclamations rose up.

"My God, is this Chen Jin's backhand? It's terrifying."

"I watched Xie Mingyang and Wang Chuqin clash with backhand before, and Xie Mingyang was holding his own. But now Chen Jin has completely broken through his backhand?"

"A penhold backhand that can be this terrifying?"

"Is this really a backhand that a penhold grip player can have? It's so damn weird, it's even better than Wang Hao's back in his prime!"

……

The surprise wasn't limited to the fans at the stadium.

As Chen Jin's opponent, Xie Mingyang also found it somewhat unbelievable.

Logically speaking, it's difficult for athletes to perform at their best during training on the field.

As the saying goes, "Training is fierce, but in competition, they're stuck in the same place."

Under normal circumstances, it is already commendable to be able to exert 70% of the strength you usually train at the competition.

However, the power of Chen Jingang's last shot was comparable to that of training.

This is like Gian singing and Shizuka playing the violin – it's completely off-track!
"He's still too strong."

Xie Mingyang looked up at the opposite side.

Chen Jin was seen wiping his racket with his hand, his gaze steady and his expression focused.

It was as if that astonishing backhand strike just now did not come from him.

"You can't fight hard."

Xie Mingyang thought to himself, "I must use more variety and make more adjustments. I absolutely cannot let him stand still and output power comfortably."

His gaze swept across the pool table.

Xie Mingyang serves again.

Toss the ball high and flick your wrist slightly.

The silver ball, with strong sidespin, landed in Chen Jin's backhand corner.

Laterally spiraling upwards.

Xie Mingyang's tactical intentions were quite clear.

By varying the landing point and spin, they locked down Chen Jin's backhand.

However, Chen Jin would not sit idly by and wait for his doom.
With a swift step, the left foot precisely locks into position, the body's center of gravity shifts forward, and the right arm swings out like a whip.

"Snapped!"

Backhand quick diagonal rip.

The movements were fluid and seamless, executed in one go.

Xie Mingyang didn't rush to attack, but instead used the opponent's force against them, sticking close to their defense.

The landing point was right up to Chen Jin's chasing position.

This time, the ball was placed in a very awkward position.

They stopped Chen Jin from exerting his strength.

But it is in times of crisis that true skill is revealed.

Chen Jin once again demonstrated astonishing core strength.

Faced with a ball aimed straight at his chest and abdomen, he did not panic and retreat. Instead, he twisted his waist and opened his upper body to the left, creating space to hit the ball.

At the same time, the right hand holding the racket moves like lightning from the backhand position to the forehand position.

The entire conversion process was smooth and seamless.

The weight shifted instantly to the left foot, the body like a fully drawn bow.

The accumulated power exploded in an instant.

"Snapped!"

The small ping-pong ball, seemingly carrying the sound of wind and thunder, with overwhelming power and terrifying spin, transformed into a white lightning bolt whose trajectory was almost invisible, tearing through the void and slamming hard onto Xie Mingyang's forehand straight line.

Xie Mingyang didn't even have time to make a complete reaction. His body was still leaning forward from the inertia of the save, and all he could see in his eyes was that fleeting glimpse of the ball and his immense astonishment.

next second.

boom!
The ball hit the barrier behind it and bounced back with a loud thud.

4: 0.

Looking back, Xie Mingyang turned around and looked at Chen Jin with a hint of admiration, respect, and envy in his eyes.

"Great back!"

These two words are by no means sarcastic.

After all, the core strength that Chen Jin displayed in that shot is something not everyone can do.

Xie Mingyang asked himself honestly, and he knew he couldn't possibly do it.

(End of this chapter)