Wang Chao launched into an explosive rush, and Lin Zijun instantly entered his Super Speed state, excitement surging through him.
He could not wait to see how Wang Chao would break through the Super Defense Mode he had developed independently, one that even Hook had failed to penetrate.
He moved swiftly into position ahead of time, then drove his racket forward hard.
When the ball bounced onto his racket, he felt somewhat disappointed. Wang Chao's attack did not seem forceful enough; the jolt through his hand upon contact was barely noticeable.
When Hook had launched his explosive rushes that morning, the ball striking Lin Zijun's racket had nearly numbed the web between his thumb and forefinger. Under that utterly ferocious pressure, he had forcibly suppressed the scalp-prickling urge to retreat, held firm, and violently rebounded the immense power Hook put into the ball. The fiercer the attack, the faster the rebound, ultimately creating that memorable spectacle of strength against strength and speed against speed.
But Wang Chao's power was far inferior to Hook's. When his explosive rush struck Lin Zijun's racket, it only caused a slight tremor before bouncing back easily. There was none of that earth-shaking momentum, nor that suffocating sense of pressure.
Lin Zijun could not help feeling a little let down. It was like putting on a bulletproof vest and helmet, only for the other side to fire a paper wad at him with a child's toy gun.
Still, no matter what, he had naturally blocked the ball and produced a decent return.
Wang Chao adjusted his position and looped another forehand, neither too hard nor too soft.
The arc was excellent, and so was the placement, but the power was lacking.
Lin Zijun moved like lightning, got into position early again, and continued driving forward.
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