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

Chapter 501 Breaking Mataki's winning streak! On the field, I fear no challenge from anyone!

A small white ball is twirled between the fingertips.

Ahn Jae-hyun took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly.

Sweat had already soaked his back.

His eyes, however, remained sharp.

The sixteen-year-old boy standing opposite him was none other than Chen Jin, known as the "new generation of the Great Demon King of Table Tennis".

He looks young, and his face even has a touch of childishness.

However, the aura emanating from him was terrifying.

Chen Jin was bent over, like a ferocious beast with boundless fury, his eyes seemingly spitting out lightning that could crush the sun, moon and stars.

The racket in his hand seemed like a divine artifact that could open the heavens.

He just stood there quietly.

Yet it gives people a sense of terror and fear, as if they are the only ones who matter in the world.

"Whoo~"

Ahn Jae-hyun took another deep breath.

Then, he threw the ping-pong ball onto the table.

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

The crisp, bouncing sound matched his heartbeat at that moment.

He grabbed the ping-pong ball.

The once bustling scene suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

Countless eyes focused on it.

At that moment, he seemed to have become a true "male celebrity".

Toss the ball and prepare to swing.

Turn your waist, gather your strength.

Wait until the white ball falls and lands in front of you.

The body moves the forearm, and the center of gravity lowers the arc.

"laugh!"

A slight tremor in the wrist, and a burst of power is unleashed.

Using an extremely skillful technique, rub the upper side of the ping-pong ball.

He even made a feint.

They were trying to deceive Chen Jin.

But Chen Jin had such keen eyesight that he saw through it in an instant.

Anticipating the landing point, Chen Jin stepped forward with his right leg, quickly moving forward.

Lower your shoulders and raise your elbows.

Keep your core engaged and your wrists slightly turned inward.

Gathering strength is like drawing a bow.

Facing the ball at its highest point.

Suddenly exert force with your fingers and wrists.

"Snapped!"

A powerful backhand twist.

Its power is like thunder, its momentum like the collapse of the sky.

The white ball hurtled toward Ahn Jae-hyun's left side of the table with unimaginable speed.

Judging from Chen Jin's topspin technique, Ahn Jae-hyun originally thought that Chen Jin was going to attack his forehand corner.

Therefore, the center of gravity has shifted to the right, and the player is ready to counter-attack with a forehand.

Unexpectedly, Chen Jin's wrist was so flexible that he forcibly changed the trajectory while exerting force.

"Xiba!"

Ahn Jae-hyun secretly realized something was wrong.

Fortunately, he reacted very quickly.

With a twist of his waist, he forcefully returned the ball to the backhand position.

He barely managed to lift the ball up.

At the same time, he pushed off with his feet and quickly stepped off the stage.

He knew in his heart that what he would face next was Chen Jin's terrifying, relentless attack.

Although retreating from the stage is a passive move, it can also relieve pressure and allow one to seek a glimmer of hope amidst the passivity.

Unsurprisingly.

Faced with Ahn Jae-hyun's poor return shot, Chen Jin did not hesitate and showed no mercy.

Quickly adjust your footwork to create space for hitting the ball.

His eyes were like lightning, fixed on the incoming ball.

Gather strength and build momentum.

The racket he held in his hand had transformed into a butcher's knife shrouded in the aura of death.

The battle raged on, and the cold light of battle pierced the sky.

next second.

"Snapped!"

A thunderous roar echoed throughout the stadium.

In an instant, a white lightning bolt ripped through the void and tore through the air.

It exuded overwhelming killing intent and slashed down towards Ahn Jae-hyun's right forehand corner.

No one can describe the power of that shot, nor can anyone describe its brilliance.

"Wow—"

The fans at the scene were all in awe.

By this time, Ahn Jae-hyun had already retreated to the middle and far reaches of the stage.

It's about three meters away from the table tennis table.

Seeing the ping-pong ball hurtling towards him like thunder, Ahn Jae-hyun seemed to have springs in his feet, leaping forward and charging headlong at the forehand.

His body was still in mid-air, and his feet had not yet touched the ground.

He flicked the racket upwards.

The ping-pong ball flew high into the air, heading towards the center baseline on Chen Jin's side.

"Snapped!"

Chen Jin delivered another powerful dunk.

The ball, like a meteorite, crashed into Ahn Jae-hyun's left side of the table once again.

Knowing that continuing like this would be like boiling a frog in lukewarm water, they would eventually be played to death by Chen Jin.

Ahn Jae-hyun gritted his teeth.

Before Chen Jin even made his shot, his trajectory had already been determined.

Move ahead and lunge towards the backhand.

As it turned out, he made the right bet.

He took his position first, which gave him enough time to adjust.

Squat down, lower your right arm.

As the ball begins its descent, unleash a powerful backhand flick.

"Snapped!"

Chen Jin's smash was unexpectedly pulled back by Ahn Jae-hyun with a do-or-die attitude.

"Well done!"

Chen Jin was not surprised but rather pleased.

This shot wasn't particularly fast.

However, it is powerful and heavy, and its rotation is extremely strong.

If they want to pull back, even Chen Jin would have to step back and relinquish his power.

However, leaving the stage at this point was a little too late.

The white ball, carrying Ahn Jae-hyun's desperate killing intent, had already rushed to his left side of the table.

Chen Jin remained calm and composed, standing at mid-range, and with a backhand flick, he neutralized the force and applied pressure to his defense.

Use skill to overcome brute force!

The speed and power dropped sharply, and the trajectory of the ball landed much less. Ahn Jae-hyun reacted quickly, started again, rushed towards the mid-to-close range, and scooped the ball up from under the table like a fish out of water.

The quality of the return shot was not ideal.

The arc is a bit high, and the landing point is halfway off the edge.

Knowing that he had barely managed to save the ball, and was essentially just taking a beating, Ahn Jae-hyun glanced at it briefly.

But Chen Jin turned his waist and prepared to strike, his killing intent overwhelming.

Without a doubt, what awaits him is another violent and torrential charge.

Startled, Ahn Jae-hyun hurriedly leaped backward.

Before he could regain his footing...

In a fleeting glance, Chen Jin suddenly changed his tactics.

The originally terrifying forehand smash was instantly transformed into a gentle short push.

The hardest steel instantly became as soft as silk.

"Xiba!"

Ahn Jae-hyun was startled.

He wanted to start again, but all the strength in his legs was used to retreat from the platform, so he couldn't rush forward.

Moreover, Chen Jin's control over his hands was extremely exquisite.

Not only is the arc low and flat, but it also doesn't bounce off the table twice.

Knowing this, Ahn Jae-hyun, who was already exhausted, still tried desperately to rush forward.

However, the force of retreat has not yet dissipated.

Two completely opposite forces clashed at once.

His legs buckled, and Ahn Jae-hyun knelt down, unable to muster any more strength.

They could only watch helplessly as the ping-pong ball bounced back on the table.

"it's over……"

Ahn Jae-hyun looked up at the sky and sighed deeply.

The score of the third game was displayed on the big screen at the stadium.

11: 4.

"I gave it my all and performed exceptionally well, but in the end, I still couldn't beat Chen Jin..."

Ahn Jae-hyun knelt on the ground, a bitter smile appearing on his lips.

The game ends when the ball hits the ground.

Chen Jin defeated An Jae-hyun 4-0 to advance to the semifinals of the US Grand Slam men's singles!
Amid cheers from the crowd, Chen Jin let out a long breath, instantly shedding his murderous aura and regaining his usual gentle smile.

Hold the racket upside down and walk forward.

Upon seeing this, Ahn Jae-hyun quickly jumped up from the ground.

"good."

Chen Jin smiled and spoke sincerely.

The seemingly lopsided score in this match did not reflect the thrilling nature of the game.

From the very first point of the first game, Ahn Jae-hyun played very aggressively.

Moreover, he's in top form.

There was no tug-of-war in the ring; almost all the battles were topspin rallies.

The forehand rallies from mid-range and long-range became the main theme of the match.

With his family-inherited footwork and forehand, Ahn Jae-hyun repeatedly pulled the ball to its maximum extent.

They attempted to break through Chen Jin's defenses with overwhelming force and speed.

However, Chen Jin was no ordinary person.

His forehand and backhand mid-range shooting ability is no weaker than Ahn Jae-hyun's.

Their offense is swift as lightning, and their defense is as solid as an impregnable fortress.

Power, timing, landing point, spin, speed... Chen Jin's control over everything was just right.

In the midst of their fierce, bayonet-like exchange of fire.

The white ping-pong ball traced dazzling arcs, accompanied by the explosive "smack, smack, smack" sounds of impact, eliciting continuous gasps from the fans in the stadium.

It was as if two unparalleled masters, using rackets as weapons, were exchanging blows across the table.

"Wonderful! This is real table tennis!"

"The backhand and forehand rallies, the battle of wits and courage, isn't that more pleasing to the eye than some people's previous technique?"

"Damn, all the male celebrities are practically burning to a crisp today!"

"Unfortunately, Chen Jin is too tough!"

……

Hearing Chen Jin's praise.

Ahn Jae-hyun pursed his lips and forced a smile: "Thank you."

He shook hands with the referee and Ahn Jae-hyun's coach.

Chen Jin held a racket and a towel in one hand and waved to the audience with the other.

The stands erupted in cheers.

Back on the sidelines.

Wang Hao had already stood up to greet Chen Jin and they bumped fists.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Wang Hao smiled approvingly. "Ahn Jae-hyun has clearly come prepared this time."

My footwork speed and forehand quality have improved significantly compared to before.

They're clearly here to fight tooth and nail.

Fortunately, Chen Jin withstood the impact with his consistent strength.

"really."

Chen Jin nodded, "Those cross-court forehand counter-loops are pretty good."

"This is their ancestral footwork and forehand technique."

Wang Hao seemed to recall something, "This kind of fighting style can occasionally have a burst of power, so you have to be careful."

"clear."

Chen Jin bent down to pack his equipment.

"Now, the whole world is studying you."

Wang Hao patted Chen Jin on the shoulder, "Every contestant wants to defeat you and become famous in one battle."

"You are their target. Every game is a tough battle for you, and the pressure is immense."

Since last August, Chen Jin has made a strong showing in the U16 selection competition.

For nearly a year now, whether it's WTT, the World Cup and the World Championships, or the domestic Table Tennis Super League, Chen Jin hasn't lost a single match, whether it's singles or doubles.

Especially in singles, on the international stage, he achieved a winning streak of over seventy matches without ever losing.

This already broke Mataki's previous record of 56 consecutive wins.

Such a record is nothing short of miraculous.

Let alone external assistance, even the coaching staff, including Wang Hao, would privately wonder when Chen Jin would finally lose.

Of course, not losing is the best outcome.

However, in competitive sports, winning and losing are common occurrences.

Wang Hao understood that sooner or later, Chen Jin would inevitably lose the game.

I just wish that day would come later.

"Never suddenly produce a huge problem during the World Cup, World Championships, or even the Olympics."

Wang Hao was secretly worried.

Otherwise, public opinion will be overwhelming.

Under pressure, such a table tennis prodigy might be destroyed.

Think about this.

Wang Hao suddenly remembered the Athens Olympics, which felt like a nightmare.

I must never let my past tragedy repeat itself in Chen Jin's life!

All he could do was stay by Chen Jin's side and do his best to protect him from the storms of life.

"You want to defeat me, step on my shoulders, and become famous overnight?"

A sharp glint flashed in Chen Jin's eyes, his fighting spirit soaring. "Then come on! On the field, I fear no challenge from anyone!"

(End of this chapter)