The big devil in table tennis

Chapter 975 Move on

The table tennis ball shuttled back and forth between Lin Hui and the opponent. The racket and ball intertwined with each other, making a crisp collision sound.

At the same time, Lin Hui sees in all directions and hears in all directions. With his keen observation and quick reaction ability, he is always able to make correct judgments in time and hit the table tennis ball back to the opponent's side.

There was a firm light in his eyes, as if he was telling the other person that no matter how you change your tactics, I can easily defeat you.

The atmosphere on the court became more and more tense. The balls between Lin Hui and the opponent kept falling on the floor, which seemed to reflect the fierce struggle in their hearts.

Lin Hui's muscles were tense, and every hit was filled with awe-inspiring power, while Jianhua was full of perseverance and determination. Although his body movements were a bit slow, his eyes shone with a fire that refused to be outdone.

Every hit was accompanied by the rapid beating of their hearts, as if they could hear their own heartbeats.

The opposing player's rapid attacks came one after another. Lin Hui tried his best to resist, but gradually felt that he was unable to do what he wanted.

His body was getting tired, and his gym clothes were soaked with sweat.

However, his eyes remained firm, as if telling himself that he must persevere even if he lost.

The opponent's players became more and more courageous as they fought, their physical exhaustion driven by the desire to win.

"Lin Hui, he showed off his unique skill again, and the opponent had no chance to catch it!" Xu Xin said.

There was determination in his eyes.

Their eyes are focused on the table, and the flight path of each ball firmly attracts their attention.

His arms stretched out in a perfect arc to meet the trajectory of the ball.

His body was as flexible as a spring. He stood steadily beside the table tennis table and swung the racket rapidly with his hands.

Because Lin Hui knew that this was a competition and it was no different than usual, he couldn't show mercy.

They became the only ones on the field, and everything was forgotten.

In this intense table tennis game, every ball carries huge energy, like a rapidly rotating bullet, and it is almost impossible to capture their trajectory.

Although Lin Hui's tactics are conventional, the opponent's players have already understood it and will not be easily defeated.

The opponent's eyes were sharp and he was focused on receiving Lin Hui's lob.

"Yes, Lin Hui should have played such a game a long time ago. I don't know what Lin Hui is doing!"

Their movements are smooth and precise, as if their bodies and rackets have become one.

Each ball carries so much energy that it's almost impossible to capture their trajectory.

Lin Hui's lob took the audience to a whole new level.

Lin Hui and the opposing player competed with each other on the table, and their figures were like two lightning bolts, intertwined.

However, this scene is not unfamiliar to Lin Hui.

Lin Hui cheered up and shot the ball high in his hand.

The sound of the collision between the racket and the ball seemed to be the accompaniment of the heartbeat. Every collision caused the audience's heartbeat to accelerate. They seemed to be on the playing field, witnessing this thrilling duel with their own eyes.

Jianhua also agrees that Lin Hui plays such a ball.

The audience watched this fierce competition nervously.

The table tennis ball was like a flying meteor, passing through the layers of resistance in the air and flying towards Jianhua on the opposite side.

This kind of lob has become his specialty.

Every ball is full of infinite power and skill, and the two figures keep flashing on the table like two whirlwinds.

After saying that, Jianhua turned his eyes back to the playing field. He saw Lin Hui and the opponent's players playing like sword blades, like lightning in the sky, piercing the entire field.

Lin Hui attacked mercilessly, making full use of every inch of space on the table.

His eyes are firm and calm, and he hits the ball to the opponent without mercy.

In this realm, time seems to have stood still, and only they and the ping pong ball exist.

The sound of the collision of the ball and the racket resounded throughout the entire playing field like war drums.

He skillfully adjusted the strength and angle of the racket to accurately launch the ball to Jianhua's position.

The table tennis ball drew a beautiful arc in the air, with a hint of spinning power.

Lin Hui and the opponent's table tennis players chase each other, just like two beasts competing for territory.

The speed of the ball was extremely fast, as if a strong air flow was created out of thin air, making the surrounding air tremble.

His eyes were as sharp as knives, and a hint of coldness revealed his inner perseverance and determination.

The audience watched the game nervously, their enthusiasm burning like a flame, as if it could light up the entire arena.

The heartbeats of the audience seemed to be synchronized with the clatter of rackets. They seemed to be on the playing field, witnessing this thrilling duel with their own eyes.

Bang, bang.

The table tennis ball flew in the air and made a crisp impact sound.

The ball's speed and angle are unpredictable and unpredictable.

The audience's eyes were glued to the trajectory of the ball, trying to find possible flaws.

They can feel the tension among the athletes on the field, as if they are part of it.

Their eyes were filled with challenge from their opponents and determination from themselves.

At the same time, Lin Hui and the opponent's player kept changing the speed and angle of the ball, making it elusive.

Every inch of space on the table is fully utilized by them, and one can't help but marvel at their superb skills.

The audience stared closely at the trajectory of the ball, their eyes seemed to be embedded in the ball, and they did not dare to be distracted in the slightest.

Every flight of the ball is a thrilling adventure, and every swing of the racket is a tense test.

The mood of the audience fluctuated. Sometimes they cheered and sometimes they were so nervous that their palms became sweaty, as if they were experiencing violent mood swings with the players on the field.

Table tennis is so comparable. The players refused to give in to each other, tried their best, and fought for every score.

Their figures shuttled back and forth on the table, as agile as agile cheetahs, and every swing was full of a combination of power and skill.

Players serve alternately, and the transition between offense and defense is swift and smooth, like a perfect symphony.

Every time Lin Hui and the opponent player hit a ball, the moment the racket and ball collided, it seemed that the entire stadium was filled with deafening sound, echoing in the air.

Their arms waved rapidly, and the ping-pong ball shuttled quickly between them, sometimes hovering like a hummingbird, sometimes flying like a whirlwind, and sometimes like a dancing butterfly, light and agile.

Lin Hui and the other player no longer felt the fatigue they had felt before. They seemed to be filled with infinite energy, and the more they played, the more excited they became.

Sweat dripped from their foreheads, forming a wet trail on the court as they bent over.

But they didn't seem to care about it, focusing only on the court in front of them and the competition between them.

Every time a table tennis ball flies towards each other, their eyes become sharp and focused, as if they can see every movement and every tiny change of the other side.

Their bodies flexibly evaded each other's attacks while quickly counterattacking.

Their movements are smooth and precise, like two elegant dancers showing wonderful dance moves on the stage.

The atmosphere on the field also became tense and intense, and the audience silently watched their every move.

Their eyes are fixed on the ball, as if they can feel every arc and spin of the ball.

Whenever they hit the ball, it flies so fast that it leaves a bright arc that cuts through the air.

The audience couldn't help but hold their breath, feeling the thick tension in the air. Time seemed to stand still in this fierce competition, and all attention was focused on them.

Their body movements are fast and coordinated, as if the table tennis ball is integrated with their bodies.

Their eyes revealed their desire to win and their dedication to the game.

At this moment, this table tennis competition is no longer a simple game.

They enjoy the excitement and challenges brought by the competition and feel the strength and agility of their bodies.

With every swing, they can feel that success is getting closer and closer to them. This feeling makes them more dedicated and passionate.

The entire stadium was filled with their enthusiasm and fighting spirit, as if the air was filled with their sweat and hard work.

Their figures danced on the court, and the sound of table tennis echoed in the air.

Lin Hui's palms were slightly sweaty. He was concentrating on the trajectory of the table tennis ball, and every swing carried his desire for victory.

On the contrary, the mentality of the opponent's players has undergone tremendous changes.

He who was once impatient is now as calm as water, and there is a strange sense of harmony deep in his heart.

He raised his head and looked at Lin Hui with determination in his eyes.

He knew that at this moment, the table tennis on the court was still cruel. It had no emotions, only cold strength.

Lin Hui's ball was extremely fast, passing through the air at a speed that was difficult to catch with the naked eye, and made a crisp sound, as if announcing the approaching victory.

Every spectator on the court held their breath, feeling the breath of impending victory.

The ping pong ball bounces and then quickly flies towards the other player.

He kept his eyes on the ball and swung his hands rapidly, trying to hit back.

However, Lin Hui's skills have surpassed just now.

The ball was so fast that he couldn't react.

He could only watch helplessly as the ball was about to hit the ground with a dull crash.

But no, absolutely not.

He couldn't let Lin Hui win, and then quickly picked up the ball.

Sending out a violent blow, this blow was like an earth-shattering thunder, instantly shattering everyone's inner peace.

Almost, almost let Lin Hui win.

so close!

Similarly, Lin Hui also felt distressed. He hit so hard, but the opponent still caught it.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to calm himself down again.

The opponent looked at Lin Hui, and he could feel the fluctuations in his opponent's heart.

Lin Hui firmly believed that he could not give up so easily. It was just one point lower than the opponent's player. If it were changed to before, he would not take it seriously at all.

But today, this time I felt a little cautious, anxious, and panicked!

However, Lin Hui soon corrected his attitude.

Then he continued playing. Lin Hui watched intently where every ball landed, his heart beating faster.

As the opponent's player felt Lin Hui's strong pressure, the sweat on his forehead fell to the ground.

He gripped the racket tightly and stared at his opponent with a determined light in his eyes.

The ping-pong ball flew over again with a bang and a bang.

Players from both sides refuse to give in to each other!

At the same time, the sound of table tennis playing resounded throughout the stadium.

Some of the audience were cheering and some were shouting!

They can all feel the tension of this game.

At the same time, this tense atmosphere hung over the stadium, as if time stopped flowing at this moment.

The audience's eyes were focused on Lin Hui and the opponent's players, and every move they made touched people's heartstrings.

On the court, Lin Hui felt the power flowing in his body. He accumulated all the strength in his body and was ready to meet it.

His eyes were firm, Lin Hui's serve was like a bolt of lightning piercing the night sky, and the speed of the ball was jaw-dropping.

However, the opponent's reaction was equally quick. He moved his body quickly, swung the racket lightly, caught the ball and returned the ball.

The airflow on the court instantly became turbulent, and the ball made a sharp whistling sound in the air at a speed that made it difficult to track.

The audience's eyes were firmly fixed on the rapidly rotating ball, as if the whole world had stopped.

Finally, the ball flew over the back of the net and landed in the opponent's court.

The audience cheered and applauded like waves.

The score became a tie again, 6:6

Lin Hui won one point, and this point was when the other player was not paying attention, cutting off his retreat.

So much so that it was a tie just now.

For Lin Hui, this is nothing more than adding a little more confidence to himself.

But it is a great test for the opposing players.

Now it's a tie, leaving him wondering what to do in the next game.

If he wins the next ball, his mentality will be better. If he loses, then Lin Hui will catch up with him.

No, no, Lin Hui must not be allowed to catch up.

There were bursts of hatred in his eyes, as if he wanted to see through Lin Hui.

At this moment, Lin Hui didn't pay attention to him at all, and Lin Hui also had certain concerns.

Lin Hui was thinking about how he should fight next. The other player already understood all his tricks.

This was a good provocation for him.

Later, Lin Hui thought about mentality, yes, defeat the opponent mentally.

Put the other person on the verge of collapse.

But how should he make the other party collapse?

Suddenly, Lin Hui felt a cold look staring at him.

Then he raised his head and found that it was indeed the opponent's player looking at him fiercely.

Lin Hui thought, isn't this the opportunity?

He began to tilt the corners of his mouth upward slightly, issuing a challenge.

It seems to be warning the other party, look, isn't this a tie? Let's see what happens next.

This made the other player very angry. Even gnashing of teeth.

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