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Huang Zhi's wrist flexibly waved, and the ball was struck by the racket, its trajectory low and fast, like an eagle flying close to the ground, with no waste, drawing a subtle curve in the air, just lightly touching the serve line, such precise control made people involuntarily respect his skills. Lin Fei had no hesitation, quickly judging and producing a delicate and subtle shot, knowing that he needed to establish his own rhythm and pressure from the beginning of the match.
Huang Zhi seemed to smile casually, not taking it seriously, seemingly provoking Lin Fei by hitting the ball high. In fact, every step was calculated, indicating that he was not afraid of the opponent's attack. This strategy was both a test of whether Lin Fei's killer shot was as threatening as everyone said, and an attempt to use his defensive counterattack to diminish the opponent's momentum. He was setting a trap in his own way, wanting to see how Lin Fei would break through.
Lin Fei saw through this intention, not only unaffected by it, but instead used this opportunity to showcase his own strength. His steps were quick, his body shrinking back as if a taut bow, then bursting forth, leaping into the air. His figure in the air seemed frozen, all his power focused on the swing, a jump smash like thunder descending from the sky, the shuttlecock's speed extremely fast, attacking towards Huang Zhi's right sideline.
At that moment, Huang Zhi turned into a statue, but as the smash approached, his reaction was extraordinarily calm. In what seemed like an impossible moment to reach, his right hand slightly raised, the wrist's rotation incredibly skillful, like an ancient Chinese calligrapher wielding a brush, possessing both strength and flexibility. He, in an almost unbelievable posture, lightly lifted the racket, catching the shuttlecock that came like a bullet head-on. He skillfully used the racket face's angle to expertly counteract the force with a superb block net shot technique, neutralizing this fierce power. The shuttlecock, sliding off the racket face, lost most of its speed, like a light maple leaf, silently floating back to Lin Fei's net.
When Lin Fei saw his powerful kill shot being skillfully defused by Huang Zhi's seemingly effortless yet precise technique, he realized that his senior Huang Zhi was not just all talk when it came to strength. Faced with this sudden counterattack, Lin Fei reacted without hesitation. His body was like a tightly wound spring, releasing energy immediately upon recognizing the situation, swiftly rushing towards the net. His indomitable spirit found its best expression in this moment. Before the ball even landed, Lin Fei had extended his arms, sharply focused on every light bounce of the ball, and ultimately used his skilled wrist technique to gently lift the ball over the net, sending it deep into Huang Zhi's backcourt.
Huang Zhi's expression remained enigmatically calm, his movements appearing both relaxed and elegant. It was as if he was playing a psychological game with Lin Fei, using his seemingly leisurely steps to control the pace of the match. As the ball flew towards him, he displayed not only a technical threat but also a strategic advantage. With a strong push, the ball traced a low and flat trajectory above the net, heading straight for Lin Fei's left backcourt.
Lin Fei must make a quick positional adjustment at the moment of catching the shuttlecock. His footsteps are like leaping flames, fast and powerful. He sprints backward, showing no sign of panic on his face, as if everything is within his calculation. He backhands the shuttlecock and skillfully slices it to the opponent's right front court with his nimble wrist, intending to force Huang Zhi to change his rhythm and disrupt his pace.
However, Huang Zhi still wears a smile that seems to have anticipated everything. His movements are light and precise, as if he has already predicted every step of Lin Fei. When the shuttlecock comes, he moves into position with ease, perfectly meeting the shuttlecock falling towards the net. With a gentle flick of his wrist, as if caressing a piece of art, he produces a simple yet highly skilled shot. This shot not only demonstrates exquisite technique but also contains strategic intent, aiming to further pull Lin Fei out of position, deplete his stamina, and showcase his targeted approach in both technique and strategy against Lin Fei.
Lin Fei's figure moves quickly on the court. At this moment, Huang Zhi's clever layout has forced Lin Fei to once again be in a passive defensive position. Lin Fei takes a deep breath, focuses, and runs to the position, using all his strength to lift the ball high and push it towards Huang Zhi's backcourt, attempting to gain some breathing room with a high ball.
However, Huang Zhi is like a hunter waiting for his prey to fall into the trap. His gaze is sharp, and his footsteps are steady and swift. In the instant Lin Fei lifts the ball high, he has already adjusted his position, ready to launch a deadly strike. Huang Zhi's Malay step not only demonstrates his excellent technique but also highlights his instinct as a hunter on the field. His takeoff is like a graceful leopard, precisely calculating the landing point and angle. As his toes touch the ground, the strength of his entire body is released upward along his legs, carrying the belief of victory as his racket fiercely collides with the ball.
The ball shot out like a bullet towards Lin Fei's right side of the court, moving so fast that it was almost impossible to see its trajectory. Lin Fei's reaction had reached its limit, relying on his extraordinary intuition and well-trained reflexes, he desperately lunged to the right, but the speed and precision of the ball had already exceeded his defensive range. In that instant, he could only turn helplessly to watch the ball, like a seeking dart, accurately hit the sideline.
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