Brother Da Ma understood what was happening and began explaining it to the audience. "Don't you think this rally feels a bit like an international tournament?"
"Friends watching, have you ever had this feeling? A Table Tennis First Division match, a Table Tennis Super League match, a world championship main draw match—if you covered up the title, you could still easily tell them apart."
"They always feel different somehow."
"What differs is precisely that intangible kind of aura."
"I can responsibly tell you that this match is absolutely at national team level."
"It's still too early to tell who will win. Although Wang Chao lost the first point, they were purely testing their fundamentals. In this kind of high-intensity confrontation, it's normal for either side to lose points. At least from the current situation, Shaved Head Youth can completely withstand Zhu Ding."
Wang Chao continued serving short backspin.
Zhu Ding continued with a short return.
This time, Wang Chao did not return it short. He flicked the ball straight to Zhu Ding's forehand baseline.
Zhu Ding opened up without hesitation.
Wang Chao immediately counter-twisted.
Zhu Ding stepped back and looped again.
Wang Chao stepped back and counter-looped.
Zhu Ding had already adjusted his footwork and unleashed a full-power explosive loop.
Wang Chao's footwork was in place too, but instead of looping again, he borrowed Zhu Ding's force and chopped deeply downward.
The ball's nature changed in an instant. Its arc became a flat line, skimming over the top of the net before dropping onto Zhu Ding's forehand baseline.
Against the long-range backspin ball pulled by "Super Luo," Zhu Ding did not dare be careless. He did not dare play a heavy topspin loop and instead gave it everything he had with a high-arching loop.
Wang Chao chopped again, as though