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Lin Fei's backhand shot, made under the watchful eyes of the crowd, narrowly cleared the net and maintained enough quality to bring the game back to Huang Zhi's court. However, Huang Zhi's predictive ability and his positioning seemed to have calculated every move of Lin Fei, showing no signs of panic in his actions.
As the ball crossed the net and entered Huang Zhi's control range, he was already poised for action. His eyes flashed with the gleam of a hunter capturing its prey, reflecting his desire for victory and enjoyment of the challenge. At the peak of the ball's trajectory, he calmly pressed it down. This move wasn't about speed, but rather focused on angle and placement, allowing the ball to fly precisely like it had eyes, heading towards the area that Lin Fei found difficult to reach.
Lin Fei saw the shuttlecock coming at him like a shooting star, and his muscles tensed as he quickly moved his feet, attempting to save this seemingly slow but highly threatening shuttlecock. However, under Huang Zhi's skillful control, Lin Fei had to exert himself in defense. But at this critical moment, due to the pressure from Huang Zhi and the perfect combination of the shuttlecock's speed, Lin Fei's reaction, though fast, was somewhat impatient. As a result, the shot, with improper power control, directly turned the shuttlecock into a high-flying "smash."
Seeing this "free point" opportunity, Huang Zhi's smile grew wider. His figure lightly jumped up with Lin Fei's "smash," and then mercilessly executed a sharp kill, piercing through Lin Fei's defense. The shuttlecock had already hit the floor of the badminton court with a dull sound as Lin Fei jumped to try to hit it, announcing Huang Zhi's score for this round.
Lin Fei, as soon as he landed, felt both regret and anger in his heart, but he knew that these emotions were of no help to the progress of the game. He had to readjust his state of mind, put the mistake behind him, because the game was not over yet, and he still had a chance to turn the tables. In this competition, every tiny mistake could determine the final outcome, and Lin Fei knew deeply that he could not let this one mistake drag him down.
The sudden tactical shift by Huang Zhi was unexpected, yet it seemed so natural, as if he had been preparing for this moment throughout the entire game. As the game entered the middle and later stages, he was no longer satisfied with using steady defense to wear down Lin Fei, but instead suddenly shifted to a more aggressive and fierce style of play. He began to dominate the pace of the game, launching powerful attacks, each swing precise and forceful, forcing Lin Fei to run back and forth on the court, almost unable to catch his breath.
Huang Zhi's every swing injects a new rhythm into the game. His shots are sharp and swift, each one seeming like a calculated attack that showcases both his speed and tactical intelligence. Lin Fei's defense always seems to be a step behind the rhythm set by Huang Zhi, consistently falling just short.
Onlooker Zhao Fei, finally breaking his silence at this moment, reveals admiration for Huang Zhi's tactical variations in his eyes. As a player skilled in acceleration, Zhao Fei understands the power of this change better than anyone. "Smart! Truly worthy of Huang Zhi," Zhao Fei murmurs, his gaze closely following Huang Zhi on the court. "This style of using one's own quick movements and the ball's acceleration turns what was just a slow-paced game into a high-speed battle. It will make the entire situation extremely chaotic, a true king of acceleration."
Chen Yong listened to Zhao Fei's comments and nodded in agreement, showing a hint of approval on his face. As a former doubles player, Huang Zhi has a deep understanding of the technique of flat drives. He knows that at this moment, Huang Zhi is not only demonstrating speed, but also deception. Because Huang Zhi's flat drives do not require excessive backswing, coupled with his agility, he not only pressures his opponent with speed and power, but more importantly, he incorporates elements of deception in the speed variations, making it almost impossible for Lin Fei to accurately predict the landing spot of the next ball.
Lin Fei appears to be struggling on the court, as his vision cannot keep up with the speed of Huang Zhi's shots. This high-speed battle is undoubtedly a major test for him. With every collision between the racket and the ball, Lin Fei has to exert all his effort to chase after it. However, Huang Zhi's fast and unpredictable shots are making Lin Fei's steps heavier and his breathing more rapid. Huang Zhi's sudden change in playing style undoubtedly puts immense pressure on Lin Fei and makes the outcome of the match even more unpredictable.
Huang Zhi's advantage in the game became more and more apparent as the score widened, making him appear increasingly confident. Every time he scored, he would throw a provocative look at Lin Fei, as if to say in an implicit way, "This is the difference." His words when changing sides were like a heavy blow, directly hitting Lin Fei's self-esteem.
"It seems like you still have a lot to learn, junior!" Huang Zhi's sneer was filled with disdain, and his words aimed directly at Lin Fei's weak spot, "At this level, forget being a twelfth grader, you should practice with Xie Ting instead."
Lin Fei listened to these words, feeling a mix of emotions. Yes, it was an undeniable fact that the other party's skill surpassed his own. He smiled bitterly, but his inner self remained calm. In his view, every challenge was an opportunity for self-improvement. Lin Fei knew well that he couldn't change the current situation of the match, but he still had a chance to turn the tables.
Walking towards the preparation area, Lin Fei picked up a towel to wipe off the sweat. Taking a deep breath, he needed to calm down and plan a counterattack in his mind. Huang Zhi's speed had put him in a difficult position, but Lin Fei understood that every style of play had its weaknesses, and the key was to find and exploit those weaknesses.
He recalled every minute mistake, Huang Zhi's attack methods, variations in strength, and even his eye movements. Lin Fei tried to find clues in these details. He knew that if he could make a judgment ahead of time during Huang Zhi's acceleration, perhaps he could predict the landing point of the ball and seize that slim chance.
With a gradually forming plan in mind, Lin Fei's confusion dissipated from his eyes, replaced by a calm and resolute demeanor. He knew that the upcoming match would be a test of patience and willpower. He could no longer be swayed by Huang Zhi's rhythm; he needed to use his own rhythm to lead the game and create opportunities.
The score is eleven to seven. This is not the end, but a different kind of beginning. Lin Fei stands back on the court, his eyes more determined than ever, ready to face Huang Zhi's next attack. This time, he will respond in his own way.
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