Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Mizutori Hato is finished.
The No. 1 brother of Sakura Country, who is currently ranked 9th in the world, is also the second seed of Swedish Open this time. He has a very high status, but no one regarded him as the favorite to win the championship. At this moment, he was crushed in all aspects in terms of strength, technology, change, and stability.
Wang Chao didn't even restrict Mizutori Hato very much. In every serving round, he directly served long balls, which showed that he was not afraid of Mizutori Hato's attack. However, even so, Mizutori Hato still couldn't beat it.
"Mizutori Hato is already so weak?" Many people couldn't help but have such thoughts.
In fact, Mizutori Hato is certainly not that weak.
He just had no fighting spirit at the beginning and even less confidence when playing. As Wang Chao showed strength, Mizutori Hato's fighting spirit became weaker and weaker. Until now, he couldn't even catch the ball.
His weak willpower is already well-known in the world table tennis world, and he is completely waiting for death at this time.
But if you observe carefully, you will find that the state of Mizutori Hato is very contradictory.
On the one hand, he seemed to be waiting for death; on the other hand, he seemed to burst out occasionally, as if he was desperate.
This is because Mizutori Hato doesn't want to have his head shaved.
He was chased by Wang Wendong, Sun Tianlong, and later Luo Jiu. Until now, he has been chased by two top players from Huaping, one big and one small. There is only one thing he always insists on: I can lose, but I can't have my head shaved.
It is shameful to have my head shaved, and it is even more shameful to have my head shaved by someone I have offended. I, Mizutori Hato, cannot bear this grievance.
Among these eight balls, he also tried to attack immediately after serving, and he also tried to rush directly after receiving the ball, just to break the fate of having his head shaved, but he failed all of them.
Now only three balls remain.
The only good thing is that he got the right to serve again.
Mizutori Hato held the ball without making any movement for a long time, until the referee blew the whistle to signal him to hurry up.
Mizutori Hato, finally the first Sneak Long Serve of this game was dealt.
What he stole was not the forehand position or the backhand position, but the middle position.
This is a chasing ball.
He doesn't care about that anymore, he will first force Wang Chao to step down.
But he still miscalculated.
Wang Chao made a prediction when he was serving. He just took half a step back, leaned forward, raised his elbows, and made a fierce reverse twist on the table.
This ball is very subtle.
In fact, the ball's landing point is already at the bottom line of the table in front of Wang Chao. The ball only needs to bounce a little to be counted as a billiard ball, but don't forget that the moment it just bounces, it is still inside the table.
Wang Chao is playing the rising period of the ball's bounce.
He holds the table and does not retreat. To use the ball as a table ball, he must adjust a special posture and cannot use the standard table posture like Lin Zijun.
Just in time, contestant Pike provided a perfect template.
Wang Chao took half a step back from the stage in order to move the hitting point forward. Then he perfectly copied Pike's backhand movement, and added a little bit of adaptable detail adjustment to perfectly twist the ball back.
This ball either cannot pass, otherwise it must be of super high quality. After all, it itself contains the strong top spin given by Mizutori Hato. At this time, the top spin is completely offset and becomes a force in the opposite direction. The spin will only be stronger and the speed will be faster. It is like lightning. In just a flash, it has already plunged into the bottom line of the Mizutori Hato forehand table.
Mizutori Hato did not respond.
This ball he predicted 100% that Wang Chao would pull the ball sideways, and his own plan was to pull the ball regardless of the situation.
He wanted to fight.
But he didn't even get a chance to fight, and was directly screwed to death by Wang Chao.
9:0.
The audience cheered, clapped, and shouted, extremely happy.
The audience was originally watching Michel playing Gao Mingyuan, but after looking at it, they found that Michel seemed to be quite stable, so they naturally turned here again.
Looking at the battle between the two non-Chinese associations players here, they can laugh happily, gloat, and even jeer loudly.
"Mizutori Hato is finally going to have his head shaved."
"Huaping's pursuit order has been issued for more than ten years, and today we finally caught up with him."
"Does Mizutori Hato still have a chance? Maybe he will make a side kick next?"
"Hahaha, I really want to see his expression next. I must take it back and use it as my computer desktop."
"Ouch, ouch, my waist."
Mizutori Hato chose to pause at this time, which caused more laughter.
He doesn't care.
He needs to use a one-minute pause to affect Wang Chao's fiery touch. Although he doesn't know if it will work, this is the only method he can use at this stage.
He retreated to the barrier. The coach wanted to talk to him, but he reached out to stop him. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to adjust his mentality, but the director's camera just captured it. In the audience, a group of guys who were afraid of chaos in the world exclaimed half-truthfully, "Wow, Asian Evil Arts!"
One minute passed quickly, and Mizutori Hato returned to the field again.
At the last opportunity to serve, he chose to serve with backspin.
Wang Chao be careful to swing short.
Mizutori Hato made a big move at this moment.
He walked around half the stage, stretched out his arms, let out a hysterical roar, and tried his best to perform a Forehand Flick.
This challenge required the strength of nine bulls and two tigers, and it was a violent challenge in an absolute sense.
Yes, he tried his best.
He showed his hand.
He studded.
He doesn't want to continue playing. Success or failure depends on this ball.
Because the past nine balls have clearly told him that no matter what tricks he plays with Wang Chao, they are useless, so the last remaining method is to be unreasonable.
Beat Old Master to death with random punches!
Wang Chao There is no problem with this short swing, but this does not mean that there is no possibility of successfully hitting this ball. At best, it can only be said that the possibility is extremely low.
Mizutori Hato decided to take a gamble. After all, he is also a man with meticulous skills. He is one of the five people with the best touch on the planet. Why can't he create miracles?
At this moment, his heart was about to jump out of his throat.
Then he watched as the ball drew an extremely steep curve, crossed the net perfectly, and landed on the opposite table.
The challenge was successful.
Mizutori Hato almost thought he had scored.
After all, he really didn't think anyone could catch such a violent attack, so fast, so fast, so short, and so powerful.
But he saw Wang Chao flying back, moving his feet quickly and his upper body even faster. He almost leaned back, stretched out his arms, and managed to catch up with the ball. Then he inserted the racket from the side and made an extremely beautiful horizontal chip.
Mizutori Hato forced his already slack body to tighten up again and stared at the flying ball.
The ball was actually saved very reluctantly, but Wang Chao's touch came into play at this moment. After all, the ball flew over the net and landed close to the table. It landed on the table and bounced high.
The ball went high.
But there was nothing we could do about it, because Mizutori Hato was in a life-and-death fight. Strictly speaking, there was no need to rescue her. Wang Chao only had the motivation to desperately save her because she had made up her mind to shave her head.
Facing a high ball, Mizutori Hato hit the ball hard with his forehand.
This ball does not need to be pulled or rotated, shooting directly is the best option.
Wang Chao can only continue to retreat and try to save the ball.
By this time, most people actually thought that Mizutori Hato was going to win.
After all, after hitting this level, Wang Chao has fallen into a huge passive position. He must retreat far away to prevent Mizutori Hato from possible dunks. Mizutori Hato, standing near the table, can convert the dunk into a close ball at any time.
But in any case, the ball is not over yet.
Wang Chao strives to lift the ball upward. This is to use the power of the upward lift to offset the rotation of the ball and control the landing point as much as possible. At the same time, if the ball is too high, it can also cause certain problems for the opponent in switching close balls.
Mizutori Hato never thought about lobbing the ball.
He was really holding it back just now. It was a rare opportunity like this. He just wanted to use all his strength and let out all the worry, panic, fear, and a large number of brain cells consumed in the past two days through these high-ball-killing movements.
He dunked hard.
Wang Chao Pick it back hard.
He dunked again.
Wang Chao Pick it back hard.
He continued to dunk hard.
Wang Chao Keep picking.
I buckle.
I pick.
I buckle.
I pick.
In the blink of an eye, it was already eight rounds. The audience was almost climaxing. They all stood up and counted loudly.
This kind of scene is probably the most exciting in the table tennis arena, because it is a big scene that laymen can completely understand. It is like a popcorn blockbuster in a movie. You don't need to use your brain, just follow and enjoy it.
The feel of Wang Chao is fully demonstrated at this moment.
He had already retreated to the barrier behind him, and even kicked down a billboard with his heel. If he retreated further, he would have hit the audience. However, his technique was still stable. From such a long distance, he kept lifting the ball to a height of at least five meters. When it fell, he could always land steadily on the small platform.
Mizutori Hato gasped and hit the high ball again. Then he shook his head hard and decided to hang the next ball directly, killing Wang Chao.
This is the tenth round.
The ball fell from a very high place in the sky. Mizutori Hato retreated, avoided, looked for the landing point, and got ready. He saw that the landing point of the ball was far away and had already reached the edge of the table. Obviously, this meant that Wang Chao's control was weakening. Even if he did not drop the ball close to the ball but continued to hit the high ball, Wang Chao might not be able to control the landing point on the next board.
"But I won't give you another chance. I will kill you with this move."
Mizutori Hato thought about this and felt extremely relieved. He saw Wang Chao still waiting to catch the ball far away, but he had already stood up the racket. He only needed to flick the ball forward after it landed on the table, and the ball would fly out from the side of the table lightly.
However, a big surprise happened at this time.
The ball fell down, almost completely close to the edge of the table. In the end, it just made a very light "swipe" sound, and fell directly to the floor without bouncing.
The referee blew the whistle and raised his hand to indicate that it was a side kick. It was valid and Wang Chao scored.
10:0.
Mizutori Hato people are stupid.
Even the audience was stunned for a moment before bursting into laughter.
The director immediately pulled the camera to Mizutori Hato's face, so everyone watched an extremely exciting face-changing stunt.
Mizutori Hato stood there blankly for five seconds. It was not until the referee blew the whistle that he was ready to catch the ball that he finally made his next move.
He did not assume a catching posture, but suddenly frowned without warning and began to scream, "Ouch, ouch ouch."
Wang Chao looked over from a distance and saw Mizutori Hato with one hand on his waist and his body slowly squatting down. A look of pain gradually appeared on his face. Then he slowly sat down sideways and lay down, motionless.
Many people were stunned at this moment.
Of course they can see what Mizutori Hato is doing.
Is this a back injury?
No, this is a feigned back injury.
Mizutori Hato, in an extremely unfavorable situation of 10:0, chose to pretend to be sick on the spot in order to avoid having his head shaved!
Soon the referee came over, soon the coach came over, and then the translator came over. After a brief exchange, two staff members carried Mizutori Hato off on a stretcher.
Lying on the stretcher, Mizutori Hato closed his eyes and held his waist, dutifully playing the role of a wounded patient. The pained expression on his face was lifelike, but the effect was that the audience went crazy laughing.
Wang Chao didn't smile. He just glanced at Mizutori Hato from a distance when he was about to be carried out. By coincidence, he happened to meet Mizutori Hato's newly opened eyes.
When their eyes collided, the pained expression on Mizutori Hato's face faded away, and she smiled coldly at him. The atmosphere was actually quite tragic and tragic.
Wang Chao understood what Mizutori Hato wanted to say in an instant.
"Want to shave my head?"
"Want to hunt me down on behalf of Huaping?"
"Haha."
"Sorry, I'm an actor."
"I will never accept 0:11. This is the last stubbornness of me, a veteran ranked among the top ten in the world!"
(Brothers, there are only two updates today, and there may be two updates in the next few days. This month continues to be tens of thousands, and it can't stop. Please slow down a little.)