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The game resumed, with Huang Zhi maintaining his previous advantage and continuing to serve. Lin Fei was keenly aware that if he wanted to turn the tide, he needed to toughen up during the game. In the following rounds, he decided to adopt a more aggressive tactic, vying for control of the net.
Huang Zhi continued to serve, but Lin Fei's response was different from before. With a subtle wrist movement, he spun a small ball, attempting to lure Huang Zhi into his trap. As expected, Huang Zhi couldn't resist and rushed forward, also forcefully spinning a short ball back, thinking it was a good ball to control his opponent. However, Huang Zhi did not anticipate that Lin Fei had been closely observing his every move and had quietly adjusted his position, moving closer to the net.
Lin Fei seized the opportunity and reached a high point with swift and precise movements. He resolutely pushed the ball towards the baseline at the backcourt, with an extremely fast speed, almost flying straight to the opponent's baseline limit. Huang Zhi tried to counter with all his might, but could only barely lift his racket. Unfortunately, the ball hit the frame of the racket, creating a high but powerless shot, floating in mid-air.
At this moment, Lin Fei flashed a hint of coldness in his eyes, seizing the excellent opportunity. He jumped up with force, using all his strength to fiercely smash the ball towards Huang Zhi on the floor. The ball drew a wonderful arc in the air, smashing onto the court at an almost unresponsive angle, emitting a dull sound.
On the sidelines, there was a burst of exclamations and applause from people like Chen Yong and Liu Xing. Lin Fei's brilliant kill not only earned the point, but also delivered a strong psychological blow to Huang Zhi. He did not succumb to Huang Zhi's pressure, but instead decisively proved his own strength. This point not only increased the score, but also served as a powerful counterattack to Huang Zhi's dominance of the game's rhythm.
For Lin Fei, the next serve is not just a match point, but also a turning point in the psychological battle. After scoring that point, his inner turmoil gradually subsided as he realized that the game was far from over. Facing an opponent like Huang Zhi who can change the rhythm at any time, Lin Fei knew that he could not rely solely on risk and luck.
During a brief break, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to dispel the fatigue and tension in his muscles. What he needed was not just physical rest, but also mental focus and calm. "Lin Fei" told himself to be patient, to find the flaws in this enduring battle, rather than blindly rushing in.
In the tense atmosphere, "Lin Fei" quietly observed "Huang Zhi's" position and noticed that "Huang Zhi" had moved slightly forward to anticipate his drop shot. At that moment, a strategic idea flashed through "Lin Fei's" mind—a carefully planned baseline lob, a shot often used in singles matches to break the opponent's defensive balance.
Huang Zhi was staring intently at Lin Fei, preparing to meet the next challenge. However, after Lin Fei made a swift serve, he was astonished to find the ball flying unexpectedly towards the deep end of the court. He instinctively rushed towards the backcourt, but the sudden change still caught him off guard. He barely reached the ball, but could only hit it with the most unfavorable posture - leaning backward and using all his strength to hit the ball, resulting in a high and distant shot.
Seeing Huang Zhi's messy return, a hint of a smile appeared at the corner of Lin Fei's mouth. This was exactly the situation he wanted - to take the initiative and make the opponent passive. He quickly adjusted his position, standing steadily in the midfield, waiting for the ball to drop. In the moment when the unproductive high ball was about to fall, he was already prepared for a decisive kill shot.
The atmosphere in the game was extremely tense. Lin Fei displayed an unparalleled power in this exciting duel, as the powerful kill shot was like a bullet leaving the barrel, drawing a precise arc in the air with deafening force. All eyes in the arena closely followed the trajectory of the ball, seemingly foretelling Huang Zhi's inability to reach it, and a point seemed imminent.
However, at that moment, Huang Zhi demonstrated an extremely sharp reaction speed and survival instinct. His right arm, like a taut slingshot, released its power, bursting forth in an arc in the air, almost kissing the ground. It was an instinctive reaction that only occurs under extreme pressure. His racket made contact with the rapidly descending ball in the final moment, sending it back into the sky.
The sound of the ball hitting the racket was crisp and decisive, as if it was a challenge to Lin Fei's absolute advantage. A hint of pride and relief flashed across Huang Zhi's face, and a trace of cunning flickered in his eyes, as if telling Lin Fei: the spark of this game has just begun to burn. His incredible save not only sent the ball back into the court, but also with an extraordinary height and speed, making the ball streak towards the deep end of the court.
Lin Fei stood in the center of the court, his sweat and breath seemed to freeze at this moment. He had not expected his strong attack to be so dramatically defeated. His muscles were still trembling under the strong forward force, and his heartbeat seemed to pound even more because of that momentary miscalculation. He quickly analyzed his recent mistake and decided it could not happen again. The situation was not in his favor, but he knew that this was the moment to test a player's true strength.
Lin Fei, in the last second, exerted all his strength, propelled like a tightly wound spring, swiftly turned with a fierce posture, leaving rapid friction sounds as his feet moved on the ground, rapidly shifted his center of gravity, and caught up with the speed of Huang Zhi's return. He felt every muscle fiber in his body ignited in that instant, determined not to easily lose this point.
Taking a deep breath, he gathered all his strength. Then, Lin Fei swung fiercely, using all his power to hit the ball to the opponent's backcourt. The ball passed through the net at a rapid speed, like a meteor escaping its orbit. This strike aimed to buy time and establish a defensive position for himself.
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