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Wang Min's every swing seems to contain an unfathomable power. This time, with what seemed like a casual wrist movement, he hit a slice shot, with a smooth trajectory but deceptively fast speed. Chen Yong immediately reacted, his steps were quick and resolute as he rushed forward, preparing to receive this seemingly simple shot. But just as he reached out with his racket, he felt an unusual force, as if the ball was falling faster than expected.
Under normal circumstances, such a slice shot would not have such a rapid descent speed. But Chen Yong had no time to think, he could only react on instinct, throwing himself at the ball with all his might. His body sprang up like a spring, using extreme speed and agility to flick the ball back. His racket just touched the rapidly descending ball, gently lifting it and sending it back over the net.
The players on the sidelines were stunned as they watched the scene unfold. They all felt something unusual, even though Chen Yong's reaction was extremely quick, the speed at which the shuttlecock was descending exceeded their expectations. Lin Fei was even more puzzled, and couldn't help but question in his mind: Why is the descent speed of this shuttlecock so abnormal? Could this be a special power exerted by Wang Min's badminton spirit?
At the moment when Chen Yong narrowly saved the shuttlecock, the atmosphere on the sidelines became unusually tense. The players felt an invisible pressure, as if this was not just a normal badminton rally, but a test of psychological and willpower. Wang Min's mysterious badminton spirit, with its ability to toy with opponents, filled every encounter in this match with uncertainty and challenge.
Chen Yong feels like every step he takes is fighting against an invisible resistance. When Wang Min effortlessly hits the shuttlecock to the backcourt again, Chen Yong doesn't need to think, and instinctively rushes to the other end of the court. Each step feels like he's pushing through a field with intensified gravity, his body drawing an arc in the air, preparing to hit the shuttlecock with all his might.
However, when his racket touches the shuttlecock, an unusual sensation rushes over him. The racket seems to have missed his familiar sweet spot and hit slightly off-center. This subtle deviation makes him feel uncomfortable, as if time and space distorted in that moment.
This feeling is not just physical, but more like a psychological confusion. Chen Yong knows that this is not just a technical mistake, but also a small flaw in his psychology. Although the ball flies out, the direction and power are not as ideal as he expected. The ball draws a trajectory in the air, but it is not the perfect arc he hoped for, but a slightly out-of-control curve flying towards Wang Min's backcourt.
A hint of confusion and self-doubt appears on Chen Yong's face. He knows that in such a high-level competition, any small mistake can be exploited by the opponent. Wang Min's tennis spirit seems to be challenging him not only physically, but also giving him unprecedented pressure psychologically. In this high-tension game, every stroke is no longer just a technical confrontation, but also a psychological battle.
Wang Min stood at the drop point of the shuttlecock, his posture looking relaxed and natural, as if he had already anticipated the direction and speed of the shuttlecock. Lin Fei focused on observing every subtle movement of Wang Min, trying to understand the mysterious power of this experienced coach on the court. He began to wonder if Wang Min used his "ball soul" when hitting the shuttlecock, or if there were other hidden techniques.
As Wang Min prepared to launch a powerful attack again, Lin Fei kept a close eye on his movements. As the racket collided with the shuttlecock, Lin Fei noticed a strange change in the gift box on Wang Min's right shoulder. At the moment the racket struck the shuttlecock, he vaguely saw the gift box seem to open, emitting a barely perceptible phantom from within.
This scene left Lin Fei feeling confused, yet unable to confirm the reality of what he saw. He couldn't help but ask himself, what secrets were hidden in the illusion of this gift box? Was Wang Min's basketball spirit controlling every attack and defense on the court through this mysterious means?
Wang Min's powerful kill shot soared towards the other end of the court with great force and speed. Chen Yong sprinted desperately in the backcourt, trying to intercept this attack. The teammates on the sidelines also held their breath, eagerly anticipating the next development in this high-level showdown. Lin Fei's doubts lingered in his mind, but he was clear that this game was far from over.
Chen Yong was fully prepared to receive Wang Min's powerful kill shot, his body tense, his eyes focused, every muscle ready for a quick response. However, at this critical moment, an unexpected situation occurred. Wang Min's kill shot, as if a mysterious force had been applied midway, suddenly decelerated, as if hitting the brakes in mid-air. This sudden change caught Chen Yong off guard, causing his racket to completely miss the originally anticipated direction, swinging at thin air.
Chen Yong hastily tried to adjust his posture, pulling back his racket in an attempt to salvage the precarious situation. However, the sudden change had already cost him the best defensive timing, forcing his racket to quickly make a reverse movement. Meanwhile, the ball, affected by gravity, began to descend, inevitably landing on the court as a point for Wang Min.
The players on the sidelines were shocked and incredulous at the scene. They had never seen such a variation in the ball's trajectory before. Wang Min once again demonstrated the mysterious and unpredictable nature of his ball skills. Lin Fei and the other players couldn't help but show expressions of astonishment on their faces, and in their hearts, they couldn't help but feel a deep respect for Wang Min's ball skills and his ball spirit.
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