Table tennis is a sport that requires agility. The speed of a smash is always extremely fast. It's said that Zhuang Zedong, a renowned Chinese table tennis player, could hit the ball at a top speed of 126 kilometers per hour, equivalent to 35 meters per second. A tiny ping pong ball flying at this speed is hard to see with the naked eye.

Situ Yang possessed strong explosiveness and was capable of hitting the ball at over 20 meters per second, an already stunning achievement. However, the speed at which Lin Feng just forcefully smashed the table tennis ball must have exceeded 40 meters per second!

Seeing Lin Feng's shot, Situ Yang was stunned for a moment...

Impossible! This must have been a random lucky shot by Lin Feng. His explosive strength can't possibly be greater than mine! Situ Yang tried to convince himself, determined not to be intimidated by Lin Feng's damned luck.

"1-0!" Wang Zikai didn't care what Situ Yang thought. Since Situ Yang couldn't return Lin Feng's shot, Wang Zikai naturally declared Lin Feng the winner of the first point.

"Hmph, a newbie who only knows brute force and no skill. So what if I let you have one point?" Having lost the first point, Situ Yang's expression couldn't help but darken a little. He sneered disdainfully at Lin Feng.

"I am a newbie..." Lin Feng nodded with a faint smile, "but I still won a point against you. So, what does that make you? Even worse than a newbie, huh?"

"You..." Situ Yang was thoroughly angered by Lin Feng. Gritting his teeth, he said, "I'll show you what I'm really made of!"

Serving again, Situ Yang took no chances. He stood confidently in the diagonal position, rubbing the ball in his left hand for several seconds before lightly tossing it up and gently slicing it...

This time, Situ Yang didn't give Lin Feng a chance to smash. Instead, he played steadily and cautiously, using a spin ball, trying to subtly outwit Lin Feng.

Although Lin Feng wasn't very practiced in table tennis, seeing Situ Yang's serving motion, he naturally guessed the ball's spin.

As Situ Yang served, Lin Feng had already taken half a step forward. His body was almost pressed against the table tennis table. He extended his paddle and, the instant Situ Yang's ball bounced on the table, lightly flicked it, sending the ball back to Situ Yang's side.

Although Situ Yang was slightly surprised by Lin Feng's reaction, he was an experienced player, after all. Such a minor development couldn't fluster him.

Situ Yang lunged forward and also lightly sent the ball back to Lin Feng's side. His technique was masterful; when receiving the ball, he imparted a slight curve with his chop, causing the ping pong ball's direction to veer towards the other side, near the center line of the table. It lightly brushed the edge before dropping to the floor.

"Good shot! An edge ball!"

"Perfect!"

"That's Situ Yang for you, what a brilliant move!"

Situ Yang's excellent performance instantly drew a round of gasps and praise. People who enjoyed table tennis knew that edge balls were hard to return and easy points, but there weren't many experts who could successfully execute one!

Phew, that was close! Seeing the ball graze the edge before falling, Situ Yang inwardly sighed in relief. He had used a bit too much force just now, and it had almost gone out. Luckily, the outcome was still good—an edge ball!

Lin Feng had been judging Situ Yang's ball trajectory and had moved near the center line to receive it. But he hadn't expected Situ Yang to hit an edge ball. Lin Feng was caught off guard and lunged, his entire body diving towards the floor...

"Ah... He isn't really trying to save that, is he?"

"I think he just fell..."

"That was a hard fall! He might have knocked out his front teeth!"

Seeing Lin Feng desperately trying to save the ball, those who disliked him started laughing with schadenfreude. If edge balls were that easy to save, would they still be considered a killer shot?

After hitting the edge ball, Situ Yang thought the point was his. But seeing Lin Feng dive towards the floor, he felt a flicker of panic. Could Lin Feng actually save this ball?

"Ah! You've got to be kidding me..."

"How is that even possible? That's too much!"

"What an amazing high loop! But can it land on the other side?"

Amidst the audience's gasps, Situ Yang saw a rapidly spinning ping-pong ball WHIZZING through the air. It launched at an almost vertical, bizarre angle, soaring over four meters high, and was now slowly descending towards him...

Such a high loop?! Situ Yang was startled. But seeing the ball's height, he had a hunch it would definitely go out of bounds and miss the table. It's just Lin Feng's last-ditch effort!

Situ Yang's eyes were glued to the high loop Lin Feng returned, judging its landing spot, ready to unleash a violent smash at any moment!

High lobs are usually what sparring partners feed main players to practice smashing...

Situ Yang was itching to smash one back at Lin Feng, eager to see the stunned look on Lin Feng's face...

But...

The landing point of this ball... it looks like it's going off the table! No, wait, this is an edge ball! Situ Yang's expression changed abruptly. The racket in his hand, poised for a smash, instantly switched to a scoop as he tried to retrieve this bizarre high loop...

But Lin Feng's shots weren't that easy to return. The ping pong ball lightly grazed the top edge of the table. POP! It instantly accelerated, like a streak of yellow light, falling diagonally to the ground and bouncing away... TAP, TAP, TAP, TAP...

Even though Situ Yang guessed at the last moment that Lin Feng's return was also an edge ball, and even reacted, he couldn't predict the trajectory of an edge-clipping loop. He simply couldn't reach the ball Lin Feng sent back...

"Ah... Another edge ball! Damn it, Lin Feng's luck is too good! That high loop actually landed in, and it was another edge ball!"

"Damn, that luck... it's truly incredible..."

"If Situ Yang had managed to return that shot, Lin Feng would have been finished. Look at him, he's still sprawled on the ground from trying to save that last ball..."

"That was a real do-or-die play! Luckily, Situ Yang couldn't return it..."

Among the onlookers, some voices began to speak up for Lin Feng...

"Motherfucker, this damned luck!" It took Situ Yang a long moment to accept that Lin Feng had hit an edge ball. He couldn't help cursing. Of course, he didn't believe Lin Feng could control the ball's trajectory to hit the edge while practically under the table. If he had that kind of skill, he'd be a God!

"Hmph... Whether it's luck or not, you'll find out soon enough!" Lin Feng climbed up from the ground, lightly brushed the dust off his clothes, and grinned.

So edge balls are this useful... Lin Feng had already found an easy way to defeat Situ Yang.

"2-0! Change sides to serve!" Wang Zikai exclaimed excitedly. He knew Brother Feng was skilled, but he hadn't expected him to be this dominant, going 2-0 up against Situ Yang right from the start. You had to know, the best score any classmate challenging Situ Yang previously had managed was a 2-11 loss!

"Lin Feng... since when did his table tennis skills get so good?" Su Zi's eyes widened. She had gone to the same high school as Lin Feng. If he had shown exceptional table tennis performance before, she felt she should have some recollection...

"He's always saying he knows everything..." Ning Aoxue said with a smile. "Maybe he really does know everything!"

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