Wu Li doesn't believe in ghosts and gods or evil spirits.
Like Luo Zhihong, he only believes that sports is a sport that must be reasonable, scientific and reasonable.
He firmly believed that Wang Chao's left hand was definitely not as solid as his forehand, and it just caught him off guard.
Wang Chao serves.
He threw the ball high, and what followed was not a high throw with backspin, but a rare chop.
Not only is the spin of the chopped ball difficult to judge accurately, but the ball must also turn in the horizontal direction, which also causes great interference to the opponent's catching.
But Wang Chao's hair chop style didn't have so many thoughts. He simply wanted to get the right to attack faster.
Wu Li still struggled to deal with this kind of ball. Although he returned the ball, it was not short enough or low enough, so Wang Chao directly hit the ball.
First pull a forehand loop.
Twist another backhand arc.
Another forehand.
Another backhand.
He stood half a step away from the table, with his legs spread apart and his body slightly arched. He looked like a cannon. He pulled the ball when it came from the left, and twisted when the ball came from the right. Attacking from all sides, firing wildly, waving his arms above the table. His smooth movements, skillful posture, and flexible wrist flips stunned everyone on the sidelines.
Wang Chao seems to have become a completely different person, even his playing style has changed.
When he used the straight forehand, he played very hard and cautiously. He had to work hard to calculate every ball, find the landing point, look for flaws, work hard to make fake moves, work hard to deceive, and try to get every ball to the highest quality, as if not doing so would not be enough to form a balanced confrontation with Wu Li.
But when he turned into a left-hand crossbar, he didn't even move much. He played too casually, and seemed to have completely given up on those calculations, those placements, and those deceptions. He just simply attacked, attacked, and attacked again. He could hit wherever he wanted, hit whatever he wanted, and Wu Li was already exhausted.
What's this?
"This is the most advanced and popular double-sided loop ball style in the table tennis world today, with no blind spots and all-round attacks in Taiwan..." A coach roared out in a low voice.
Jiang Long felt his heart beating wildly. No matter how slow he was, he began to realize that something was wrong.
When Wang Chao unlocked his left hand, which he had never used before, his attack was even more powerful than his right hand?
But in the purely physical and objective world of table tennis, why does such a fantasy thing as a "seal" exist?
"It's done, it's done..." Liu Heng covered his chest and felt a little short of breath. "Yesterday I said that his attack was too soft, but his left-hand horizontal attack... is not soft at all..."
"Not only is it not soft, it's harder than me!" Jiang Shan said.
Liu Heng glanced at him contemptuously and said nothing.
He's a little brat, but his body hasn't even grown yet. To be honest, it's harder than Jiang Shan's balls. There's really nothing to be proud of...
Wu Li is running wildly, saving one ball after another.
In the first game, he relied on this completely passive stalemate defense, and finally exhausted Wang Chao.
Once upon a time, although he could not gain the upper hand, he could score points.
But this time it's different. Wang Chao's power is obviously much greater and faster than in the first game. Especially the spin on the ball is ever-changing. It can be imagined that every seemingly smooth stroke of Wang Chao has extremely small wrist movements at the last moment to change the details of the ball's rotation and landing point.
He once again penetrated Wu Li's defense.
2:0.
Wu Li picked up the ball, stood in front of the stage, dropped the ball on the stage again and again, and felt the sweat slowly winding down from his forehead.
For the first time, he felt like he had no idea where to start.
He didn't know what to serve.
"When you don't know what to serve, serve it with short backspin and see how your opponent reacts first..." He remembered what Luo Zhihong once said to him, "Sometimes, when you are panicking in a competition, your opponent is actually more panicked than you. Maybe he will collapse if you persist a little longer."
The ball spun and flew over the net, landing very close to the net.
"This ball is absolutely impossible to attack, I'm sure..." Wu Li exhaled forcefully, took a step forward, and was ready to receive a short ball.
Then he saw Wang Chao inserting the racket into the bottom of the ball and making an ugly move.
Not a stranger, because I met him last time.
This is a roundabout way.
Don't forget, swiping is a way to deal with short balls in the table.
Don't forget, theoretically speaking, circling is more suitable for horizontal skateboarders, because the island player who invented this technique in his previous life used a horizontal skateboard.
The ball suddenly changed direction and fell far to the bottom line of the forehand at a wide angle.
Wu Li rushed over to catch the ball. When the ball touched the ball, he was suddenly startled, and then sighed.
There is no point in catching the ball because it falls into the opponent's offensive rhythm again.
Sure enough, Wang Chao followed up with another round of Attacking from all sides, killing Wu Li on the seventh board.
In fact, after Wang Chao was fully activated, it was still able to persist until the seventh board, which is enough to prove the tenacity of Wu Li.
3:0.
As soon as three balls passed, He Jingping was obviously not normal.
"Coach He, are you okay?" Luo Zhihong was a little worried. He could feel that the national coach beside him was shaking.
"I'm fine." He Jingping breathed in hard, gritted his teeth hard, and word after word popped out from between his teeth. "Read it first... then talk after you finish it."
He Jingping sees a little more than others.
He was even in a trance at that moment.
He vaguely saw the nineteen-year-old boy standing by the table during the two-way selection of the national team seven years ago.
That's Luo Jiu.
Luo Jiu's double-sided looping style was created brick by brick, hand by foot, by his master.
He defined Luo Jiu's entire technical and tactical system, forced Luo Jiu to practice all the technical details that needed to be mastered in this system, and took Luo Jiu to play in tours around the world, to play World Cup, World Table Tennis Championships, and even Olympic Games, he commanded one battle after another on the spot, but always felt that what Luo Jiu produced was different from what he imagined.
But even so, Luo Jiu was still praised by International Table Tennis Federation as "the master of the most advanced technology of double-sided loop balls" in those years.
Only He Jingping knows that this praise is undeserved, and Luo Jiu does not deserve it.
There is a fatal problem in Luo Jiu's play style.
Luo Jiu can learn any technique at once, but when he masters these techniques, there is always a trace of hidden rigidity that makes him not smooth enough.
It is this slight stiffness that makes Luo Jiu die in a stalemate when facing top opponents like Sun Tianlong who have basically no weaknesses.
Usually people think that stalemate represents basic skills, but He Jingping knows that the root of Luo Jiu's problem is fluency, or to be more clear, "Cohesion."
"Master, I really think this is the limit. There is no way anyone can connect faster than me."
Luo Jiu once suggested to him. "Should I find an alternative technology that can make a transition where the connection is not smooth?"
"What nonsense are you talking about!" He Jingping was extremely angry at the time. "Do you know that only a truly seamless continuous forehand and backhand pull can lead to an unstoppable offensive! If you add an alternative technique, it will be smoother, but your opponent will also have a chance to breathe, and the rhythm of your attack will be lost!"
He forced Luo Jiu to practice like this, practice hard, practice to death, for seven years. In the end, Luo Jiu became the person with the lowest ranking in the world among the five major players.
He Jingping collapsed after Luo Jiu lost a certain game. The table tennis world view he had spent his whole life building collapsed. He suspected that there was something wrong with his ideas. Maybe the system he imagined did not exist at all. He was ashamed of Luo Jiu and China Table Tennis, so he chose to resign and leave Jiangcheng.