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

Chapter 406: Chen Jin defeats Wang Chuqin to win the championship after a 2-4 comeback!

5:1.
The serve returned to Chen Jin.

Standing at the left corner of the table, Chen Jin twirled the ball with his left hand, then glanced at Wang Chuqin.

Toss the ball and prepare to swing.

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

Left half of the stage.

Side-up.

At this moment, Wang Chuqin's nerves were taut, like a fully drawn bowstring.

Upon witnessing Chen Jin's shot, I initially intended to return it to a short position, but then realized it was a topspin.

I changed my mind immediately.

He thrust his right leg forward to seize the landing point.

Lower your shoulders and raise your elbows.

"laugh!"

A powerful backhand twist.

The ping-pong ball, like a cannonball, flew diagonally towards Chen Jin's backhand.

Seeing this, Chen Jin did not back down.

Slightly turn your body to the side and shift your weight forward.

Target the ball's landing point, and move your forearm and wrist in response to the ball's trajectory.

"Snapped!"

Use the opponent's force against them, and tear the straight line apart.

The return shot landed directly on the large open space on Wang Chuqin's backhand side exposed by his step-up topspin.

This shot was powerful and fast.

Wang Chuqin had just grabbed a position and twisted the ball, and his center of gravity hadn't had time to return to its original position.

The entire right half of the platform resembled an undefended city.

Watching that lightning-fast arc, heading straight for his backhand side to change direction.

In Wang Chuqin's eyes, there was only a sense of helpless despair.

"It's over!"

My mind hasn't changed.

歘——

The crisp sound of the stage being slammed shut was like the tolling of a death knell.

6: 1.

"Wow!"

The audience gasped in surprise.

"Pretty!"

"Wang Chuqin's explosive twist was actually countered by Chen Jin's backhand straight shot."

"The reverse twist is one of Wang Chuqin's signature skills... It's over, Wang Chuqin's Dao heart is probably about to shatter."

"Chen Jin, are you trying to ruin the world of table tennis?"

……

Wang Chuqin's face turned ashen.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the scoreboard, and a sense of panic welled up inside him.

In a crucial set, we were down by five points... This wasn't just five points, it was a world of difference!

Moreover, his opponent was Chen Jin.

No one has ever managed to turn the tables on Chen Jin.

"Don't panic, don't lose your composure."

Taking a deep breath, Wang Chuqin tried to motivate himself, "As long as the ball hasn't hit the ground and the game isn't over, I still have a chance to turn things around."

"come on!"

"Take it one point at a time, chase it one point at a time."

Think about this.

He bent over, his gaze sharp.

the other side.

Chen Jin held the white ball, glanced at it, and immediately served a short sideways serve slightly to the left of the center line.

Wang Chuqin stepped forward.

Lean forward and tuck your wrists in.

"laugh!"

It's another reverse twist.

However, the quality of this goal was not comparable to the previous one.

Chen Jin adjusted his footing and used the momentum to counterattack.

It was initially thought that Wang Chuqin would fight fiercely against this ball.

Therefore, retreat half a step.

Prepare to face an even stronger attack from Wang Chuqin.

But what I didn't expect was.

After Wang Chuqin twisted and pulled out his hand, he did not add a forward push as usual.

Surprisingly, a simple swipe of the wrist dissipates the force and prevents it from sticking out.

The speed is not fast, the spin is not strong, the arc is not high, and the return ball is a bit light and floaty.

This was completely unexpected by Chen Jin.

"Ok?"

Chen Jin's eyes sharpened.

A sudden, powerful alarm bell rang in my mind.

—Incorrect prediction!
At this moment, his center of gravity had shifted backward to meet Wang Chuqin's attack.

Unexpectedly, Wang Chuqin suddenly changed his rhythm.

It's nothing like their style.

However, taking things by surprise can indeed have remarkable effects.

Chen Jin's half-step back, taken prematurely, became a fatal opening.

The space for exerting force suddenly dropped by half a body length.

Fortunately, Chen Jin reacted very quickly.

Leaning slightly forward, he deftly sliced ​​off a piece of board with his amazing touch.

"laugh!"

The white ball, carrying a strong backspin and a high arc, flies towards the opponent's table.

This shot was a godsend for Wang Chuqin.

Slide and turn sideways.

Wang Chuqin slammed his left foot into the ground like a battle axe, and his body was pulled completely to the right with astonishing explosive force.

The initial stroke was pulled back to its maximum.

The power of the whole body flows through the soles of the feet, and the waist and abdomen twist like a bow.

The arm and wrist lashed out like a whip.

"Snapped!"

A deafening explosion shook the heavens and the earth.

The ping-pong ball instantly transformed into a streak of sword light, accompanied by a sharp whooshing sound, flying towards Chen Jin's backhand with the force of a thunderbolt.

This single stroke embodies all of Wang Chuqin's strength and hope.

With its immense power, incredible speed, and unpredictable angle, it was undoubtedly the pinnacle of his attack in the match.

"!"

Chen Jin reacted extremely quickly, and even faster.

With a push of his feet, he took a big step to his left, like a spring.

His center of gravity sank to its limit in an instant, and he was almost kneeling on the ground.

With his right arm outstretched, just as the ball was about to hit the ground, he flicked it upwards.

The ping-pong ball traced a high arc and landed on the side of the table where Wang Chuqin was sitting.

"Chance!"

As the ping-pong ball flew high into the air, a bloodthirsty glint instantly ignited in Wang Chuqin's eyes.

He quickly adjusted his position, retreated to the center of the table, lowered his center of gravity, and fixed his sharp gaze on the white ball falling from the sky.

As the player prepares to draw back the racket and gathers power, all the muscles in their body tense up like steel cables, and power is rapidly accumulating.

Just as the ball reached its optimal explosive height.

"kill!"

Wang Chuqin's roar was like a thunderclap.

The waist and hips drive the whole body, unleashing power like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing.

The racket in his hand, like a giant axe, cleaved fiercely downwards with the force of destruction.

Snapped!
The explosion was like the sky collapsing and the earth splitting open.

The small white ball, like a burning meteor, with terrifying kinetic energy and spin, tore through the air, emitting a sharp whistle, and rushed straight towards Chen Jin's forehand corner.

This strike was powerful, heavy, and incredibly fast.

however.

Chen Jin made a last-ditch save without pausing for even a second.

As if he had rehearsed it a million times, he quickly adjusted his steps, retreated to the mid-to-far stage, bent his knees, lowered his center of gravity, and stared intently at Wang Chuqin's every move with eyes as sharp as a hawk.

The instant Wang Chuqin unleashed his powerful attack.

Chen Jin's feet had already started moving.

Use a shuffle step and a cross step to instantly move to the predicted landing point.

He lobbed another high ball.

The arc is more stable than before, and the rotation is stronger.

"High ball?"

Wang Chuqin's eyes flashed with malice. "You really think I'd lose it?"

Taking a step back allows for a larger backswing and a more concentrated force.

"Die!"

Wang Chuqin leaped up and slammed the paddle down with a furious blow.

"Snapped!"

A white meteorite once again tore through the sky.

Chen Jin's eyes were icy, and his footwork was like precise dance steps as he moved into position once again.

Steady, another high ball.

The curve remains perfect.

Two, three, four...

Wang Chuqin, like an enraged bull, charged forward repeatedly with bloodshot eyes.

In contrast, Chen Jin moved steadily and calmly at the back of the field, as if taking a leisurely stroll.

He appeared precisely at the ball's landing point each time, and each time used a seemingly effortless yet exquisitely skillful scooping motion to turn Wang Chuqin's thunderous smashes, which were the culmination of his entire body's power, into futile high balls.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

The explosive thud, accompanied by the muffled thud of the ball, struck Wang Chuqin's nerves like a cruel drumbeat.

The fifth high ball was smoothly rounded back by Chen Jin.

As Wang Chuqin watched the ping-pong ball slowly fall, a surge of ferocity welled up in his eyes once more.

The shot begins, and power is gathered.

All his strength poured out.

With a final burst of madness, he slammed the ball into Chen Jin's forehand corner.

"Snapped!"

Its power is like Pangu splitting the heavens and earth, its sound like agarwood splitting mountains.

Unfortunately, the movement was already distorted, and the arc was noticeably too low.

歘!
The arc dipped, slamming hard into the net.

1: 7.

"Ugh--"

A wave of regret swept through the venue.

Meanwhile, the trending topics page has exploded.

"Hahaha, seeing Chu Sheng smash the high ball, I knew Chen Jin was going to win this shot. Chu Sheng really didn't disappoint me."

"The king's explosive drive and the king's high-flying shot are truly legendary."

"Chen Jin's high-ball technique is truly a direct result of the teachings of a certain artist."

……

Wang Chuqin sniffed, his face ashen, and touched the pool table.

It seemed as if they had long been accustomed to it.

Switch sides and serve.

The forehand is short.

Side-up.

Chen Jin's eyes were fierce, and he moved forward with lightning speed.

Lower your shoulders and raise your elbows, twist and pull the diagonal line.

Wang Chuqin countered with a backhand block, then hit a straight shot.

The ball moves as fast as lightning.

However, Chen Jin was prepared.

The moment Wang Chuqin returned the ball, his footwork had already begun. His body weight quickly shifted from the forward-leaning posture after the topspin, and his backhand racket met the incoming ball with a sudden outward flick of the wrist and an explosive forward thrust of the forearm.

"Snapped!"

Use your backhand to bend the large corner.

It was as if a sword flashed, instantly piercing through Wang Chuqin's left side of the platform.

1: 8.

"Seven points behind..."

Wang Chuqin took a deep breath.

The air seemed to be filled with the stench of blood, like rust.

However, he did not give up.

Even if there's only a one in ten thousand chance, we must fight to the death.

I can lose a game, but I can't lose on my knees.

Otherwise, the fans would definitely curse you to death!
Continue serving.

A short, no-spin backhand.

Chen Jin stepped forward and gently swung his pen.

Wang Chuqin leaned forward, his wrist suddenly thrusting downwards to chop the long baseline.

Chen Jin stepped back half a step and then launched a backhand attack.

The speed curve is average, but the quality is mediocre.

Faced with such a rare opportunity, Wang Chuqin was not about to let it slip by.

Adjust your body's center of gravity to the correct position.

Predict the trajectory of the ball, unleash your wrist power, and explode in an instant.

"Snapped!"

Backhand quick diagonal rip.

Chen Jin had just finished his backhand attack and his center of gravity had not yet fully returned to normal.

This quick tearing motion involves a very sharp angle and a high speed.

Despite his desperate attempt to save the ball to his forehand, his body nearly flew sideways, and his racket could barely reach the trajectory of the incoming ball.

歘——

The ball hits the edge of the paddle and flies diagonally off the table.

8: 2.

Wang Chuqin pulled one back.

"nice shot!"

"Pretty!"

The fans at the scene instantly erupted in cheers and shouts that they had been holding back for so long.

Although the point difference is still huge, this precious point, like a spark in the darkness, rekindled a faint hope.

"Boiled!"

Wang Chuqin clenched his fist and roared.

The deathly look in his eyes was replaced by a hint of ruthlessness.

Chen Jin remained expressionless, his eyes still cold.

Walk to the serve position and flick the ball with your left hand.

Toss the ball upwards.

He suddenly hooked his wrist inward.

"Break!"

A long, sharp arc shot straight toward Wang Chuqin.

Wang Chuqin didn't even have time to back off before he hastily swung his hand to brush off the board.

The return shot was both high and slow.

Chen Jin's eyes flashed with a cold light.

Slide to the side and sprint straight ahead.

"Snapped!"

A thunderclap suddenly appeared, leaving the opponent completely bewildered.

The ball passed by, leaving only a sigh.

9: 2.

Chen Jin extended the lead once again.

The faint flame that had just ignited in Wang Chuqin's heart was instantly and mercilessly extinguished by this explosive side thrust.

Continue serving.

Short forehand stroke with sidespin.

Wang Chuqin stepped forward and gently swayed his body.

Chen Jin swings back.

My hand control was a little lacking, and the return shot went a bit too high.

Seeing this, Chen Jin pushed off with his foot and tried to retreat from the platform to prepare for Wang Chuqin's attack.

But what I didn't expect was.

Wang Chuqin did not rush forward, but instead feinted and pushed a straight shot.

"!"

Chen Jin launched his second attack, diving for a forehand.

With a flick of his wrist, he barely managed to save the ball.

Although the return shot wasn't of high quality, fortunately Wang Chuqin hadn't lost his balance yet.

Wang Chuqin pulled his hand back and took the opportunity to suck it short.

The ball landed on the left side of the table near the net.

Chen Jin flashed forward, leaping to the front of the stage and unleashing a powerful backhand bomb.

"Snapped!"

Wang Chuqin was powerless to reverse the situation.

2: 10.

Chen Jin has reached match point.

The fans at the scene were on a rollercoaster of emotions, so tense they could hardly breathe.

"Wang Chuqin!"

"come on--"

The shouts, like a surging tide, resounded throughout the entire stadium.

At this moment, Wang Chuqin was also under immense pressure: "Leading by 2-0... Is Chen Jin really going to come back from a 2-0 deficit to win 4-2?"

The key point is that the score difference in this game was too desperate.

Turning the tide is as difficult as climbing to the sky.

Wang Chuqin stood at the serve position as if he were standing on the edge of a cliff.

Sweat blurred my vision, and my heart pounded wildly in my chest.

"Can not give up!"

"As long as the ball hasn't touched the ground, I haven't lost yet."

"I still have the serve, maybe..."

You should know that his serving technique is world-renowned; who wouldn't be intimidated by it?
"Whoo~"

Wang Chuqin took a deep breath.

Stay calm and focus on serving.

歘——

Stealing growth!

He rushed towards Chen Jin's backhand baseline.

Without a doubt, this was Wang Chuqin's last desperate weapon.

Chen Jin slid sideways and charged forward diagonally.

Wang Chuqin leaped into the air and delivered a fast, straight forehand shot.

The angle is tricky, and the route is precise.

Chen Jin's eyes narrowed, and with a crossover step, he lunged to save the ball.

With his arm stretched to its limit, at the extreme position, he barely managed to save the ball.

Wang Chuqin quickly turned to the side and unleashed a powerful forehand smash down the diagonal line.

"Snapped!"

The ball flew like lightning, smashing towards Chen Jin's left side of the table.

Chen Jin had just saved a forehand straight shot and his body was still recovering.

Faced with this powerful smash aimed straight for his backhand corner, he once again demonstrated his amazing defensive ability.

He stumbled, but swiftly lunged towards his backhand side.

With his body completely off balance, he could only hastily flick his wrist upwards as the ball descended.

Backhand high ball.

The ping-pong ball flew back to Wang Chuqin's half-table center with a high arc.

"Again?!"

The murderous intent reappeared in Wang Chuqin's eyes.

Quickly retreat to the center of the table, lower your center of gravity, and lock the falling white ball.

The racket is about to be drawn back, and all the power in the body is gathered!
The forehand racket, with destructive force, slashes downwards and forwards.

"Snapped!"

With a powerful smash, he fiercely suppressed Chen Jin's left-hand backhand position.

After Chen Jin placed his first high ball, he didn't stop moving at all, quickly adjusted his position, and retreated to the mid-to-long range.

Facing Wang Chuqin's powerful charge, he lowered his center of gravity, met the incoming ball with his arm extended, and flicked his wrist upwards again.

Drop another high ball!

The curve remains stable.

The landing point was still near Wang Chuqin's middle lane.

"Go to hell!"

Wang Chuqin's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he angrily slammed the paddle, suddenly changing the direction of the shot.

He charged fiercely towards Chen Jin's forehand position.

This change came suddenly.

However, the moment Wang Chuqin changed direction, Chen Jin had already caught the subtle shift in his center of gravity and the movement of his wrist.

Like a conditioned reflex, the crossover step is initiated instantly.

His body shot off like an arrow, flying towards his forehand corner.

however.

The feet weren't in place yet.

Chen Jin looked up and glanced at it briefly.

"Oops!"

"You've gone too far!"

In the nick of time, Chen Jin lunged to his right side, forcefully twisting his core in mid-air.

His left foot was like a steel nail, firmly planted on the floor, abruptly halting his forward momentum.

But the ping-pong ball's arc suddenly shot towards him.

That's too late!

Regular steps and movements were completely too late!

In that split second, Chen Jin made a move that took the breath away of the entire audience and even the entire table tennis world.

Sink your hips and squat down, as if you were in a horse stance.

The ping-pong ball, carrying the scent of death, grazed his left side as it fell, barely ten centimeters off the ground.

It felt as if a blessing had come to my soul.

Chen Jin held the racket, his arm snaking behind him like a serpent.

next second.

The racket, as if by magic, shot out from between his outstretched legs with lightning speed.

His wrist snapped upwards at an incredible angle.

"laugh!"

The ping-pong ball traced an unbelievable sideways arc, skimming the net as it flew towards Wang Chuqin's forehand corner.

The whole place was dead silent!

Time seemed to freeze.

Everyone gaped, their eyes wide, staring in disbelief at this unimaginable scene.

A between-the-legs shot?!
At such a high-speed, world-class competitive moment?!
Wang Chuqin was completely dumbfounded.

After unleashing a powerful smash and changing direction, his body weight remained forward as he intently stared at the open space on Chen Jin's backhand side.

But he never dreamed that the ball would fly towards his unsuspecting forehand net corner in such a way and from such an angle.

The ball speed wasn't fast, but the trajectory was low and flat, with a strange side bend, and the landing point was ridiculously short.

Wang Chuqin reacted.

A hasty shot.

"Snapped!"

Picking and hitting the net.

11: 2.

The score is 4-2.

Chen Jin came back from two-0 deficit to defeat Wang Chuqin four times!

He won the men's singles title at the 2025 WTT Chongqing Championships!

(End of this chapter)