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

Chapter 405 Chen Jin VS Wang Chuqin (Part 3) - A Reversal!

11: 4.

11: 4.

11: 5.

The score is 3-2.

The bright red score on the live screen, hanging below Wang Chuqin's name, was particularly glaring.

Wang Chuqin stood on the right side of the table and took a deep breath.

The thick air, when inhaled, could not dispel the heavy, suffocating feeling.

He could clearly feel the coolness of the sweat-soaked jersey clinging to his back.

You can feel the immense pressure, like a surging deep sea, hidden beneath that calm gaze.

The victories in the first two games felt like nothing more than a dream.

In the following three games, he gave it his all.

First three shots aggressively, quick attacks from mid-to-close range, counter-attacks from mid-to-long range...

However, all efforts were in vain in the face of Chen Jin's seemingly suddenly awakened penhold grip.

After trailing by two games, Chen Jin won three consecutive games to take the lead.

An absurd thought, uncontrollably, flooded Wang Chuqin's mind: "Could it be... that he deliberately threw the first two games?"

The next game is particularly crucial for Wang Chuqin.

If they lose, Chen Jin will come back from a 0-2 deficit to win 4-2.

It's even more humiliating than a 0-4 sweep!

Thinking of this, a final, stubborn flame ignited deep within Wang Chuqin's heart: "I must win this round!"

"Wang Chuqin!"

"come on--"

In the stands.

As if by telepathy, Wang Chuqin's fans erupted in an unprecedented wave of cheers.

Game six.

0: 0.

Wang Chuqin serves.

They did not choose the safer short-ball opening.

Instead, he flicked his wrist and launched a fast and urgent long side-spin ball to ambush Chen Jin's backhand.

The intention behind this serve was obvious.

Faced with this long, stealthy attack, Chen Jin did not force his body to the side, but instead launched a forehand attack.

As the ball comes in, quickly retract your forearm.

With a sudden increase in wrist force and friction, the racket traced a sharp arc.

"Snapped!"

With a crisp sound, the ping-pong ball, carrying a strong sidespin, flew straight towards Wang Chuqin's forehand corner.

Wang Chuqin was prepared, taking a lateral step and unleashing a powerful forehand smash.

The ball, like a cannonball, slammed into Chen Jin's center with tremendous power.

Chen Jin reacted quickly, turning his body rapidly to the right and unleashing a fast straight forehand shot.

Wang Chuqin twisted his waist and turned his body, unleashing his power.

"Snapped!"

With an increasingly fierce and powerful forehand swing, he bombarded Chen Jin's left side of the table.

Fortunately, Chen Jin seemed to have already planned it out.

As Wang Chuqin swung his racket, he slid backward like a ghost, instantly retreating to the mid-to-long distance of the table.

For most penhold players, this distance makes their backhand position an absolute weakness and Achilles' heel.

However, Chen Jin is an exception.

He kept his center of gravity extremely low, his feet firmly planted on the ground, his eyes fixed intently on the incoming ball.

Just as the ball was descending in front of him, his core muscles suddenly engaged, causing his right arm holding the racket to ripple like a fully drawn bow, and his forearm and wrist to unleash a breathtaking burst of power.

"Snapped!"

A dull yet powerful sound of the ball being struck rang out.

Chen Jin's backhand, like a dragon suddenly freed from its cage, exploded out in the mid-to-long range of the table.

The racket strikes the ball hard, giving it terrifying spin and speed.

The ping-pong ball transformed into a white lightning bolt, almost invisible to the naked eye, tearing through the air with a sharp whistle, and hurtling straight towards Wang Chuqin's left side of the table with overwhelming force.

"!"

Wang Chuqin's pupils suddenly contracted.

Chen Jin's powerful backhand flick was of a quality that far exceeded his expectations.

However, as a top player in the world of table tennis, Wang Chuqin reacted extremely quickly.

He immediately adjusted his center of gravity and counter-looped with his forehand.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

……

A thrilling mid-to-long range forehand and backhand exchange unfolded.

Wang Chuqin's forehand attacks are like heavy hammers, each shot carrying the power to split mountains and shatter rocks.

Chen Jin's backhand was equally fierce, like the roar of a heavy cannon, showing no sign of weakness.

One shot, two shots, three shots... Wang Chuqin tried to completely collapse Chen Jin's backhand defense with a continuous barrage of forehand counter-attacks.

The two engaged in a forehand and backhand battle in the mid-to-long range.

The ball moves as fast as lightning and its power is as fierce as the creation of heaven.

Every shot was accompanied by the intense pounding of the audience's hearts.

"Holy crap, this penhold backhand is actually going head-to-head with Wang Chuqin's forehand smash from mid-to-long range?!"

"That power, that spin, that landing point... Is Chen Jin's backhand equipped with a rocket engine?!"

"Is Chen Jin's backhand too strong, or Wang Chuqin's backhand too weak?"

Between the lightning and the fire.

Several more stalemates passed.

Sudden.

Chen Jinxiang leaped back half a step.

The body's center of gravity suddenly lowered.

Hold the racket in your right hand and lower it to your crotch.

His entire body was like a spring compressed to its limit, accumulating destructive power.

Just as Wang Chuqin launched another forehand shot at Chen Jin's backhand, Chen Jin unleashed all the power he had been holding back.

With a sudden push from his feet, his core rotated like a volcanic eruption, driving his arms and wrists to swing out explosively.

"Snapped!"

The ping-pong ball, with a stronger side spin and faster speed than before, flew through the air with a strange arc, heading straight for Wang Chuqin's central chasing position.

"Oops!"

Warning bells rang in Wang Chuqin's mind.

At this moment, he was fully preparing to deal with the ball coming from the forehand side, with his body weight completely shifted to the left.

The ball suddenly changed direction, chasing him down the middle, and like a venomous sting, precisely pierced his blind spot.

He tried to twist his waist and body, but his core strength was clearly insufficient.

In the rush, the racket barely managed to reach the ball.

However, the point of impact was far off the sweet spot, only brushing against the thin edge of the paddle.

"Break!"

The ball flew out of bounds at an angle.

0: 1.

Chen Jin scored the first point.

This point was like a heavy hammer blow, striking Wang Chuqin's heart hard.

He expended a great deal of energy, launching a series of powerful forehand attacks.

Not only did they fail to break through Chen Jin's backhand, but they were also countered and killed by their opponent in the mid-to-long range!

Chen Jin seems to be using the most hardcore way to silently declare that although he is a penhold grip player, his backhand still has the ability to dominate the game from a distance!
Wang Chuqin's face instantly turned even more gloomy, as if it could drip water.

The start was unfavorable, and the pressure was immense.

Continue serving.

The forehand is short.

Do not forward.

Chen Jin stepped forward and slashed long.

The ping-pong ball, with a strong backspin, flew like a dagger straight to Wang Chuqin's backhand baseline.

This chop was fast, long, and spinning, forcing Wang Chuqin to take a half-step back.

But he reacted very quickly, adjusting his posture as he retreated.

As the ball descends, tuck your wrist in and unleash a powerful backhand.

"Snapped!"

Backhand power drive straight
It must be said that Wang Chuqin, as a former world number one, possesses a backhand strength that should not be underestimated.

This ball, like a cannonball, went straight for Chen Jin's backhand sideline!
Extremely fast speed, and tricky angles.

Chen Jin was unable to get back in time to defend.

1: 1.

"Choo-hoo!"

"Zhu--"

Wang Chuqin clenched his fist and roared.

Morale soared.

Meanwhile, the audience cheered and shouted, creating a series of climaxes.

Chen Jinfa went to the ball.

Both are short, non-spinning forehand shots. Wang Chuqin steps forward and throws a short shot.

Wrist control is slightly stiff.

The return shot had a high arc and barely touched the table.

Upon seeing this, a cold glint flashed in Chen Jin's eyes.

Such a golden opportunity cannot be missed!
Without hesitation, he stepped aside to give way.

With a powerful swing of his right hand, it was like a tiger descending a mountain.

Facing the ball at its highest point, fully extend your arm and channel all your strength into the racket head.

"Snapped!"

They launched a fierce and powerful attack.

The ping-pong ball, a white blur, hurtled towards Wang Chuqin's right backhand side of the table.

The speed and power of that shot... it seemed to carry the determination to smash through the table!
Wang Chuqin reacted with lightning speed, instantly moving to the backhand position with instinct and superb footwork.

In a passive situation, rely on the explosive power of your wrist to counterattack and tear apart straight lines.

"Snapped!"

This reverse tear straight line is extremely difficult, almost pushing the limits.

But Chen Jin always seems to be one step ahead.

Although he was on the right side of the table, he had already anticipated Wang Chuqin's return shot.

The moment Wang Chuqin's racket touched the ball, Chen Jin pushed off with his foot and flashed into the backhand position.

Although it was difficult to exert force, he still managed to make a backhand side slice.

The ping-pong ball, with strong backspin and sidespin, drew a high and unpredictable arc, landing precisely in the small triangle area near the net on Wang Chuqin's forehand side.

Wang Chuqin had just completed a backhand extreme counter-attack, and his body weight was still leaning to the right, preparing to deal with Chen Jin's possible counter-attack.

This sudden, short, side-cut ball was like a gentle trap, catching him completely off guard.

He could only forcefully stop himself and stagger towards the net at his forehand side.

In a moment of haste, he tried to smash the high ball with a powerful forehand.

However, Chen Jin's side-spin and backspin on this slice far exceeded his expectations.

As Wang Chuqin unleashed his power to smash the ball, he failed to adjust the angle of his racket face in time, and the ball slammed into the top edge of the net.

"laugh!"

With a muffled thud, the ball bounced high into the air and flew off the table.

2: 1.

Chen Jin is in the lead again.

With a flick of the wrist, he serves with a hook shot.

"昘——"

The ping-pong ball, with a strong sidespin, shot like an arrow, fast and swiftly towards Wang Chuqin's long ball to the baseline on his backhand side.

This serve came extremely suddenly.

The line was straight and long, holding up Wang Chuqin.

Wang Chuqin flicked the paddle with his backhand.

The return shot went high and posed no threat.

The key point is that the ball landed in the middle of Chen Jin's table, slightly towards his forehand.

Chen Jin would never let such a golden opportunity slip by!

He slid to the side, his body like a fully drawn bow.

At the peak of the ball's trajectory, the arm is pulled back, and the core of the waist and abdomen rotates violently, driving the power of the whole body, and the racket strikes out with a bang.

There are no fancy tricks, just pure power and speed!

"Snapped!!"

Forehand smash.

The ping-pong ball transformed into a deadly arc, whistling through the air, and with unstoppable force, it struck Wang Chuqin's backhand cross-court shot.

Wang Chuqin was still not fully steady after being hit by the previous long ball.

Faced with this explosive attack with its tricky angle and explosive speed, he could only stagger backward in a sorry state, but he had anticipated the trajectory.

I watched helplessly as the ball slammed into the white line on my backhand side like a meteor, and then bounced away rapidly.

1: 3.

Switch sides and serve.

Wang Chuqin was well aware that, facing Chen Jin, who was in top form at the moment, his advantage in the first three rounds had vanished, and he might even be at a disadvantage.

To win, you must find a way to change the landing point during the stalemate and break through Chen Jin's defenses.

Therefore, his original plan was to serve a long, fast sidespin ball to the backhand side, forcing Chen Jin back off the table and into a rally.

Unfortunately, while the idea was good, its execution went wrong.

The immense pressure, as if it were a tangible force, squeezed Wang Chuqin's nerves.

This caused his wrist muscles to tense up involuntarily.

At the moment of serving, there was a slight deviation in the control of the friction between my fingers and the ping-pong ball, resulting in an imprecise transfer of power.

What should have been a low, fast, long ball turned into a high, slow, half-high ball.

In top-level matches, this kind of serve is tantamount to suicide.

"!"

A sharp glint flashed in Chen Jin's eyes.

Faced with such a golden opportunity, he took a step forward, his body lunging forward like a cheetah, his forehand already drawn behind him.

Facing the slowly drifting, half-high ball, he made no adjustments and immediately exerted his power.

The waist and abdomen contract violently like a bowstring, and the arms swing with all their might like whips.

"Snapped!"

Forehand attack down the diagonal line.

The ping-pong ball, with terrifying spin and speed, like a ignited meteor, trailing a scorching tail, hurtled straight towards Wang Chuqin's backhand corner.

"grass!"

Wang Chuqin broke out in a cold sweat.

Almost instinctively, he predicted the trajectory of Chen Jin's shot the instant he swung the racket.

The body is forcibly moved laterally towards the backhand position.

Faced with this powerful and heavy attack, Wang Chuqin demonstrated world-class reaction and touch.

In an extremely passive situation, he pressed down with his wrist, meeting the rising phase of the ball, and forcefully pushed it down the line.

He managed to block the ball back.

The route was low and straight, heading directly towards Chen Jin's central road.

The quality is not high, but the speed is extremely fast.

This was the only struggle Wang Chuqin could make in his desperate situation.

However, Chen Jin was prepared.

After the initial surge, the body's center of gravity quickly returns to its normal position.

Faced with this desperate, straight-line strike, his reaction was as fast as a ghost!

I took a small step to adjust my position and slightly turned my body to create space for the shot.

The backhand racket was already at my side.

The wrist instantly extends outward, and the forearm drives the racket forward and upward with a powerful, explosive rip.

"Snapped!"

A short, violent explosion.

The ball seemed to be given a second acceleration, with a stronger spin and a more tricky angle, like a white laser beam, shooting straight at Wang Chuqin's center position on the table.

fast!
ruthless!
quasi!
It aimed directly at Wang Chuqin's chest, making it difficult for him to exert force or turn to the side.

Wang Chuqin had just finished his desperate backhand press, and his center of gravity was still on his left side.

This powerful, explosive attack aimed straight for the middle lane came too fast and too fiercely.

His pupils contracted sharply, and he forcefully twisted his body to the right, attempting to sidestep and charge with his front hand.

Unfortunately, Chen Jin's ball speed was too fast and the angle was too tricky.

It struck him precisely at the moment of his weight shift, hitting the most awkward and difficult spot on his body where he could least generate power.

"Ho!"

Wang Chuqin let out a short, muffled groan, his body staggering as the ball hit him.

He forcefully turned to the side, swinging his arm with all his might, attempting a powerful forehand smash against Chen Jin's backhand.

However, the hitting point was too low, and the body's center of gravity was completely out of balance.

The force exertion caused severe deformation.

"Swoosh—" The racket barely grazed the bottom of the ball.

A weak arc, and the ball limply hit the middle of the net.

1: 4.

Wang Chuqin remained expressionless and continued serving.

Short backhand.

Do not forward.

Chen Jin gently pushed a straight shot with his forehand.

With a surge of murderous intent in his eyes, Wang Chuqin slid to the side with lightning speed.

With a powerful swing, the force was astonishing.

"Snapped!"

He sprinted sideways.

Like a thunderclap from a clear sky.

Unfortunately, all talk and no action.

The ball went out of bounds.

5: 1.

"what--!"

Wang Chuqin looked annoyed, jumped up suddenly, and stomped his feet heavily on the floor, making a dull "thump" sound.

In contrast, Chen Jin remained very calm.

He gently put down his racket, walked to the referee's table, picked up a towel, and gently wiped away his sweat.

(End of this chapter)