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The atmosphere inside the competition venue is as tense as a steel wire, and the sound of every badminton shot reflects and intertwines between the four walls, creating a tense and intense symphony. The showdown between Lin Fei and Huang Zhi is like two unyielding giant trees in the midst of a fierce storm, steadfastly resisting each other's attacks. The shuttlecock draws curves in the air at an almost imperceptible speed.
Just a moment ago, the powerful smash executed by Lin Fei was like lightning piercing through the darkness, forcefully breaking through Huang Zhi's previously unyielding defense. Chen Yong witnessed it all, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes. He knew that every step of Lin Fei was not accidental, but the result of careful calculation and strategic planning. He nodded, affirming the remarkable strength of this young man.
At the same time, Liu Xing appeared somewhat confused. He couldn't understand why, after a series of seemingly steady rounds, Lin Fei's strike could have such an astonishing effect. Zhou Yang, seeing this, decided to dispel his confusion.
"You see, badminton is extremely fast, indeed a characteristic of this sport. But true masters never rely solely on speed," Zhou Yang said, with a deep love and understanding of badminton evident in his eyes.
Liu Xing Listening, the confusion in his eyes was gradually replaced by anticipation and curiosity. Zhou Yang continued to explain: "In high-level competitions, change of pace is crucial. This not only refers to the speed of the ball, but more importantly, the variation in speed and control of rhythm." Lin Fei's brilliant smash just now utilized a change in rhythm, breaking the opponent's expectations.
Zhou Yang's words made the atmosphere on the sidelines even more solemn, and the audience seemed to be pondering the deeper meaning behind it. He continued: "Imagine, after a rapid exchange of shots, everyone's body and mind will unconsciously adapt to this rhythm. But what did Lin Fei do? In this high-intensity confrontation, he suddenly changed the rhythm and force of his attack. His smash seemed abrupt, but it was actually a carefully designed trap. Huang Zhi's defensive pattern, established due to Lin Fei's previous attacks, was disrupted by this sudden change, which is the key to his successful score."
Chen Yong knows the importance of psychological tactics in the game for the players, so his observations are not just limited to technical analysis. Watching Lin Fei calmly and calculating every step, he couldn't help but start sharing his insights with Liu Xing and the people around him.
"Huang Zhi is a typical defensive counter-attacking player. His game strategy is solid defense, waiting for the opponent to make a mistake. Such players are most afraid of encountering a player like Lin Fei who attacks aggressively near the net," Chen Yong said, his eyes revealing sharp insights into the details of the game.
He paused and continued to explain, "Once Lin Fei's attack succeeds, Huang Zhi's previously confident defense wall is breached, which is a huge blow to him. It's not just a technical blow, but more of a psychological one. He will start to doubt his strongest aspect, and this psychological pressure will make his defense even more vulnerable."
Just as he was analyzing this, there was another intense sound of a badminton strike in the court. Lin Fei targeted Huang Zhi's defensive blind spot, and with a powerful swing, the shuttlecock shot like an arrow straight to the opponent's baseline. Although Huang Zhi stretched his body to intercept with all his might, he was still a step too slow, only able to watch the shuttlecock pass through the defense he had set up.
As the numbers on the scoreboard flickered, it was 7-7, and both sides were back to the starting line. For Lin Fei, this score was undoubtedly a shot in the arm, while for Huang Zhi, it felt like an invisible pressure, presenting an unprecedented challenge. The people on the sidelines also felt the tension of the game intensify with this move, and everyone was looking forward to every minute and every round that followed.
The pace of the game was like a rapid heartbeat. At the balance point of 7-7, every increase or decrease in score was enough to affect the psychological balance of the two players. Lin Fei stood on one side of the court, taking a deep breath, his gaze firm and focused. He knew that every point at this moment was crucial. It was not just an increase in score, but also a test of the opponent's will. He tightened his grip on the racket, the pressure on his fingertips seemed like a commitment to himself - no matter what, he couldn't give up.
Opposite, Huang Zhi still maintains his calm attitude, as if even being scored on by Lin Fei hasn't disrupted his pace. His smile hides an inscrutable meaning. At this moment, he is not just challenging Lin Fei's technique, but also his spirit. As Lin Fei serves, he suddenly taunts, "Still got some tricks up your sleeve?" This remark is not just a simple evaluation, but more like a psychological provocation.
Lin Fei pays no attention to Huang Zhi's words, his eyes only filled with focus and determination. He knows deeply that at this critical moment, any psychological wavering could become the spark for losing points. So, he chooses a strategic change, a tricky short shot, attempting to disrupt Huang Zhi's rhythm and test his ability to react to sudden changes.
But Huang Zhi seemed to have anticipated it. When Lin Fei's short ball crossed the net and landed in his front court, Huang Zhi had already agilely adjusted his posture, ready to fight. His steps were light, leaving almost no chance for Lin Fei. A sharp step drove his whole body, and with a smooth turn, Huang Zhi's forehand fiercely pushed the ball towards Lin Fei's baseline. This strike, a combination of power and speed, was like a sniper's bullet heading straight for the target.
Lin Fei's reaction was almost instinctive. He had already started moving almost at the moment the ball left Huang Zhi's racket, but the ball came too fast, and he could only barely stretch out his backhand. The contact point of his racket and the ball happened to be at waist height, the least favorable position for generating power. Nevertheless, relying on unparalleled reflexes and body coordination, he forcefully hit the ball back. The ball drew a low, flat, and fast arc just above the net, barely flying back to Huang Zhi's court.
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