Unreasonable Playstyle

"He's so unreasonable..." Wang Chao said helplessly.

His feint and cross-court loop just now was clearly brilliant, and Wu Li had no idea what kind of spin was attached to the ball.

But Wu Li didn't bother to judge. He just needed to use power far exceeding Wang Chao's to forcefully loop the ball, using the friction he generated to completely obliterate the original spin on the ball.

—Of course, this was absolutely not the correct way to break through, but because Wang Chao's shots were too soft, it actually worked for him.

This is what they call "One force overcomes ten skills."

No matter how you change, I will break it with strength.

The score began to widen under these circumstances.

4:0.

4:1.

5:1.

6:1.

7:1.

7:2.

8:2.

9:2.

9:3.

10:3.

11:3.

The first game finally ended 11:3, and Wang Chao lost the first game.

Everyone could see how cleverly Wang Chao played. Every serve had variation, every return involved feints, and his few all-out attacks had all resulted in cross-court shots and caused great trouble for Wu Li.

But Wu Li was just unreasonable.

Even if Wang Chao tricked him, he could still adjust his position before the ball flew over.

Even if he couldn't see the spin on the ball, he could still forcefully counter-loop it.

He sprinted all over the court, even running to the net to forcefully save the ball, disregarding everything, like a madman, cherishing every point more than his own life. He even fell by the side of the table due to a forceful save, causing everyone to burst into laughter.

He looked disheveled, and he sweated no less than Wang Chao.

But he just kept going strong like this, showing no signs of exhaustion from beginning to end.

"He's a monster..." many players outside the court murmured in awe.

Everyone present had been Wu Li's practice partners at some point, tormented by him for longer or shorter periods. But today, they realized that the Wu Li who had tormented them back then was not the true, complete Wu Li.

Only today, when facing Wang Chao, because Wang Chao was too "cunning," had Wu Li's most ferocious side been brought out.

This was a true ironman who couldn't be run down!

Wang Chao sat on the chair, panting heavily. He took a few bites of a banana, and seeing the timer on the table about to run out, he stood up with difficulty and slowly walked towards the table.

"Go, Chao Ge!" Jiang Shan shouted from a distance.

Wang Chao looked around and saw everyone raising their arms.

"Wang Chao, come on!" Liu Heng shouted.

"Wang Chao, you can do it!" Xiao Ping and Xiao Jian said.

"Wang Chao, crush Wu Li, crush the ball lunatic!" Everyone was shouting.

Even Zhou Bo, who had been completely demoralized by Wang Chao in the first match of the day and hadn't won a single game all day, was shouting, "Go, Wang Chao!"

Wang Chao was a little surprised, then he reacted and gave a wry smile.

Right, these people had all been bullied quite a bit by Wu Li these past two years...

So, in the end, everyone was actually on his side, hoping he would defeat that Great Demon King?

They weren't actually supporting him, they just wanted to see Wu Li lose...

Wu Li remained silent, as if the outside noise had no effect on him. He held the ball in his hand and served as soon as Wang Chao assumed a defensive stance.

It was still a long serve to the baseline.

Wang Chao had heard Jiang Shan say that Wu Li had calculations and variations when he played, but today, Wu Li seemed to have abandoned all variations and was solely focused on playing fundamental skills with Wang Chao.

Perhaps he also knew that he definitely couldn't outsmart Wang Chao, so he simply didn't waste any brain cells.

By serving a long serve to the baseline, he was forcing Wang Chao to attack, and then forcing Wang Chao into rallies.

In the first game, his strategy had actually succeeded.

Although Wang Chao had tried many variations, in the end, facing such high, out-of-bounds long serves to the baseline, every one of his variations was essentially an offensive move.

As long as he attacked, Wu Li would retreat and forcefully counter-loop, dragging the game into a rally.

Then, the exhausted Wang Chao would quickly give up on the rally, return to pushing and blocking, and become purely defensive.

Then, Wang Chao was repeatedly outplayed by Wu Li's loops.

Four points passed in the blink of an eye, and the score became 3:1, with Wu Li in the lead.

The point Wang Chao scored was due to a psychological tactic involving "spin or no spin." He served a high-toss ball that appeared to have a lot of spin, forcing Wu Li to unleash a powerful loop. However, the ball had no spin at all, and Wu Li's loop sent it flying off the table.

Next, it was Wu Li's serve again, another uninspired long serve to the baseline. This time, to make it easier for Wang Chao to launch an attack, Wu Li even changed the ball's landing spot from his backhand side to his forehand side.

Wang Chao was getting annoyed and decided to find a way to break this frustrating situation.

He shifted his body to the right, lowered his arm, and positioned himself below the ball. Then, he lifted it upwards, his racket rotating counter-clockwise to its limit with the movement of his wrist, looking like a tightly wound spring.

This sight naturally brought a word to mind for many people watching from the sidelines: "twist and loop."

Yes, it was a standard stance for a twist and loop.

But the twist and loop was a shakehand grip technique. Wang Chao was using a penhold grip, his thumb and index finger already fixing the racket in place. How could he twist?

The answer was: relaxation.

Wang Chao's fingers loosened at that moment, adopting a semi-grip posture. The racket was held vertically, seemingly ready to twist. But just as the racket face made contact with the ball, his racket suddenly dropped down, changing to a short-pushing racket shape.

The ball landed on the racket face, and Wang Chao's wrist began to rotate clockwise rapidly, like a tightened spring unwinding. His elbow turned outward, sending the ball away.

At this moment, everyone on and off the court was stunned, so much so that the constant murmuring from outside the court ceased.

No one had seen this posture before, let alone this kind of ball.

In that instant, no one knew the physical forces between the ball and the racket, nor how the ball spun or in what direction when it flew out.

Even Wu Li was bewildered.

If he could still brute-force his way through Wang Chao's previous deceptive moves with his powerful physique, this time, he was truly clueless.

He had seen all of Wang Chao's previous moves, but this one... he had never seen anything like it in his life.

As the ball flew towards him, he felt it was erratic and spinning strangely, with an unusual trajectory. He forced himself to loop it powerfully, but missed completely. His racket swung high in the air, while the ball slipped past underneath it.

The score became 3:2.

After a brief silence, the stadium erupted!

"What was that?"

"Is this a new technique?"

"Have you ever seen this before?"

"I certainly haven't. I wonder if Director Luo has."

"Look at Director Luo's expression, does it look like he's seen it?"

Everyone was excited when a potential new technique appeared.

Only Jiang Long, standing beside Luo Zhihong, frowned after a moment of stunned silence.

He held significant influence and was responsible for identifying promising young players in the city teams under the Hubei Province and recommending them for special recruitment and training. However, his coaching and professional skills were actually quite average. He only made it into the provincial team due to his family background.

So, he was a bit annoyed because although he saw Wang Chao's strange move, he didn't understand it...

He couldn't immediately determine if it was a random improvisation or a new technique.

As for asking Luo Zhihong?

A provincial team coach asking a city team coach?

He couldn't afford to lose face!

So, he immediately started to scold, "Nonsense! Utter nonsense! What kind of messy posture is that? Did you just make it up on the spot? Are you fabricating it? Does this thing... have any system to it? These street players are all the same, just doing flashy things to attract attention!"

Luo Zhihong, however, was carefully savoring the previous shot, thinking, "Coach Jiang, I don't think this is just for show. We should study his move later."

"Old Luo, have you started believing in these folk methods too?"

Jiang Long dug his heels in, putting on a look of heartbroken disappointment. "When we were studying at the sports school, didn't our teachers tell us? Those messy ways of playing from the folk are non-standard and unscientific. They play with fancy tricks, but we shouldn't learn them, or we'll go down the wrong path..."

Luo Zhihong knew his stubbornness and didn't say much more, only remarking, "Let's keep watching."

Jiang Long remained displeased and snorted, "Wu Li also has a problem. To be fooled by such a flashy move shows he still needs more training."

Heh heh, guess what technique this is?

Hint: it's quite obscure.

If anyone guesses correctly before 8 AM tomorrow, I'll add an extra chapter.

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Thanks for the tip, "Li Gui Qun."