Wang Teng was a little confused.
What the hell?
He had served the ball, but he couldn't even receive a single hit from the opponent.
How was this possible?
His expression had already changed.
With these two goals, the match between the two began to attract the attention of the people around them.
"He lost two balls just like that. Didn't they say that Teng Wang's strength is top-notch in the table tennis club?”
"I don't think that kid used any techniques. He couldn't even receive a casual attack.”
"It's probably because Wang Teng's condition isn't good.”
"I'm just new. I'll feel it after two more shots. What's the hurry?”
"But that kid's action of using the horizontal racket is quite handsome.”
"That's because he's handsome to begin with.”
"From these two balls, I can tell that Xu Yi's fundamentals are very strong. It was obvious that Wang Teng's serve had been seen through by the opponent. Xu Yi had found the drop spot in advance, and his return was even simpler, direct, and fast!”
"Don't make a fuss, don't make a fuss. Let's continue watching the game.”
No one noticed.
The Great Demon King Zhang Yining's eyes lit up.
She was the most talented person in the stadium.
From Xu Yi's two receptions, she could tell a lot.
In the match, the right to serve was transferred to Xu Yi.
He took the ball, glanced at Teng Wang, and made his move.
He moved his grip down, moved his left foot slightly forward, turned his body slightly backward, threw the ball, and hit the ball.
This action…
It was exactly the same as Teng Wang's serve.
Wang Teng was the first to notice.
Humph!
He actually used the same method as me to serve the ball!
I'll take back those two points.
He took a step back and raised his palm, preparing to receive Xu Yi's attack.
The characteristics of a sprinting serve were that the ball was fast, the landing point was long, and the momentum was large.
If the opponent did not sense the landing point after the ball was served, the threat of the ball would increase exponentially.
But…
He was not as good at calculating as others.
When Wang Teng was ready to receive the long ball, Xu Yi's shot strangely crossed the net and landed at a near point.
This…this was a short hair ball.
Wang Teng's expression changed drastically.
He quickly walked forward and waved his hand from afar.
Da!
He caught it.
Teng Wang heaved a sigh of relief.
Xu Yi's deceptive serve was finally hit back by him with the advantage of his long hands.
Damn it!
She was almost fooled by him.
Xu Yi was indeed using a Forehand Running Ball, but it was not a regular long ball. Instead, it was a short one.
Thump!
The moment Teng Wang relaxed, a white light flashed across his line of sight again and landed on the corner of the table where he was playing.
He wanted to react, but it was already too late.
Ah!
Why was it the backhand position again?
Wang Teng was a little mad.
The position of the ball made him feel extremely uncomfortable. It was as if he was asking someone to touch his right wrist with his right hand. He could not touch it at all.
Why didn't he play forward a little so that he could catch the ball easily?
"3 to 0."
The referee's voice sounded.
Xu Yi ignored the other party's increasingly frustrated gaze.
He only wanted to say in his heart that a child was a child. His mentality exploded like this. He had only started with three balls, and it was still early.
As an athlete in his previous life, he had a good attitude towards the game. He would never throw the game.
Especially now, in terms of physical fitness, speed, strength, and physical advantage, he was inferior to Wang Teng.
The art of war is very particular. Those who are good at using troops do not attack the strong with the short, but attack the short with the strong.
The fatal flaw of the penhold grip was the position ten centimeters below the backhand.
It could be said to be one of the forbidden areas for pen-hold shots.
You don't feel good.
Then I'm sorry.
If you feel bad, I feel better.
Xu Yi's second serve began.
The same action, the same throw, the same hit.
Wang Teng had suffered a loss once and learned his lesson.
The moment Xu Yi released the ball, his body was already leaning forward, ready to return the short shot.
However, this time…
He had guessed wrong again.
Xu Yi's second serve was indeed a sprinting serve.
However, it was not a short-line ball, but a long-line ball.
The landing point was at the bottom line of the table. It was a very long ball.
Waaah!
He had been f * cking cheated again.
Teng Wang roared in his heart. With two quick steps and a swing, he barely caught the long ball.
The ping pong ball landed on Xu Yi's table at a slow speed.
'It's over. The opponent is going to spike the ball,' he thought.
At the same time, his body made a preparation to receive the ball.
However, Xu Yi did not use his strength to smash the opponent.
Instead, he quickly pushed forward and accurately hit the ball in a short line.
Pa!
It was still the opponent's backhand pen-hold shot in the penalty area.
Wang Teng made another misjudgment and missed it.
"4 to 0."
"Nice shot!"
"Well done!"
"I didn't expect the horizontal clap to be so powerful.”
"Why do I feel that it's not Xu Yi who's strong, but Wang Teng who's too weak?”
"Do you know anything about table tennis? This is called tactics. If this was arranged by the coach, then it would make sense. But if this little guy performed on his own, then... it would be too scary.”
"He performed it himself? How could that be? It was obvious that the coach of Class Seven must have scouted the place in advance. He must have figured out Wang Teng's tricks.”
"I see. I knew it. How could a child beat him up so badly?”
The people from Class Seven exclaimed in surprise when they saw Xu Yi's performance. He was using his hand, scheming, and deceiving techniques.
At first, they did not understand why Xu Yi was sent on stage and not them.
Now, he finally understood that the shakedown style was simply a match made in heaven.
If they were to go up against him, they would not be able to achieve Xu Yi's perfection.
Wang Dahai, the coach of Class Seven, forced a smile under the flattery of the people around him.
He really wanted to shout in his heart.
"Teach! Teach my ass! I wanted to ask Xu Yi how he did it.”
Wang Dahai was shocked.
Could it be…!
This Xu Yi had been hiding his true strength all this while. Was this his true strength?!
Wang Dahai was a little confused.
On the field, Wang Teng's mental state was already half-broken.
Originally, he could use 80% of his strength, but now, he couldn't even use 50% of it.
When it was his turn to serve, Xu Yi could always find the ball drop point in advance, and the battle was basically over in two rounds.
When it was Xu Yi's turn to serve, his ability to make you guess whether it was a long or short shot made Wang Teng's heart explode.
Because he had never guessed correctly.
The match had only been going on for three minutes, but Teng Wang was already red in the face and raised his hand.
"Ah! I can't stand it! I admit defeat!"
Are you sure? Good! Then... the competition is over, Class Seven's Xu Yi wins!”
The referee announced the winner.
Pa, pa, pa!
The stadium erupted into a round of applause. Most of the audience who had witnessed the match applauded for Xu Yi.
"We won! That little fellow actually won, and he even forced the other party to admit defeat.”
"This is simply a match of crushing IQ.”
"Why did you admit defeat? I haven't seen enough. It's too interesting.”
"It's fine. I've already taken a photo. It's better to have fun with everyone than to have fun alone.”
"Regardless of whether it's a tactical suppression or something else, this little guy's horizontal grip is really strong.”
"I heard that he's only 13 years old. If he's properly nurtured, he might be able to save China's current shortcoming.”
Xu Yi, who had won the competition, was not very happy.
This was only natural.
He closed his eyes, waiting for something.
Soon…
A voice rang out.
The rewards began to be distributed…
Ding…merging body memories…
Ding! You have obtained Novice Treasure Chest X1.
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