Billiards: Starting with the Overlord's Shot, Dominating the World

"Smack!"...

The crisp sound of the ball hitting the shuttlecock, like the pendulum of fate, rang out the final strike.

The white billiard ball traced a weak parabola before limply striking the net.

10: 3.

Match point.

Inside the gymnasium of the Third Middle School in Lanhai City, the stands, which can accommodate 3,000 people, were completely silent.

All eyes were focused on the blue table tennis table in the center.

A huge holographic projection hovered above the stadium, replaying the humiliating point loss in real time. It magnified the astonished and unwilling expression on the face of Zhao Kai, the captain of the No. 3 Middle School team, dozens of times, and presented it clearly to everyone.

"Hahaha... Is this your Blue Ocean No. 3 Middle School's ace? Five consecutive service return errors, is he here to feed me the balls?"

"Is that all the power your ace's serve has?"

Across the table, Li Hao, the ace player from their arch-rival Fengyun No. 1 Middle School, contemptuously bounced the ball with his racket, his eyes filled with undisguised mockery.

His words were clearly transmitted throughout the entire venue through a miniature microphone on his collar.

This is Earth, in the year 2077.

Here, billiards is a god, a faith, and the world's number one sport.

The broadcast scale, audience enthusiasm, and commercial value of an ordinary high school league final were comparable to the Champions League final that Fan Zhengyang experienced before he traveled to Earth.

Fan Zhengyang was sitting at the very end of the No. 3 Middle School's bench, holding a sports drink bottle with the cap on but having forgotten to hand it out. His current role was that of a water dispenser manager and a second-rate sparring partner.

He has been in this world for three days.

Three days ago, he was just an ordinary IT programmer whose only hobby was playing pool with the old men in his neighborhood.

To watch a live broadcast of a game by his national team idol, Xiao Pang, he stayed up for two consecutive nights. In the end, amidst a shout of "Holy crap, great shot!", he suffered a heart attack and died suddenly. When he opened his eyes again, he was a high school student named Fan Zhengyang. His name differed from his idol's by only one character.

The blue kingdom of this world made him feel incredibly disconnected.

On the one hand, the country's technology, economy, and military are ridiculously advanced, hovercars fly everywhere, and everyone lives a prosperous life.

On the other hand, the level of table tennis in the Blue Country is shockingly poor.

Take Zhao Kai, for example, who is hailed as a genius of No. 3 Middle School. His forehand topspin is deformed, his footwork is a mess, and his so-called signature move, the side-step smash, is, in Fan Zhengyang's opinion, not even as good as Grandpa Zhang who plays health-preserving ball in the neighborhood.

"pause!"

The coach of No. 3 Middle School finally lost his temper, his face turning as black as the bottom of a pot.

Zhao Kai walked off the court dejectedly, still complaining, "Coach, it's not my fault! The lights in this arena are too dazzling, and his serve... there must be something wrong with the rubber on his racket, the spin is too tricky!"

"Shut up!" the coach roared, his chest heaving. "A loss is a loss! What's the use of making excuses? You've completely disgraced our Third Middle School today!"

The entire bench was deathly silent; no one dared to utter a sound.

Everyone knows that losing this city league final means that the school's reputation and resources for the next season will plummet.

The coach's gaze swept across the bench, over the equally ashen-faced official players, and finally, with a hint of despair and a desperate, reckless madness, fixed on Fan Zhengyang, who was holding a glass of water in the corner.

"You!" The coach's finger trembled as he pointed at him. "Fan Zhengyang, you go!"

"puff--"

One of the teammates sitting next to me couldn't help but laugh out loud.

The entire bench erupted in chaos.

"Has the coach gone mad? Putting Fan Zhengyang in?"

"Him? A sparring partner who's barely participated in any formal training sessions?"

"Oh no, is this how they're going to forfeit the match and end it by humiliating us all?"

Zhao Kai's eyes widened, as if he had been utterly insulted: "Coach! You'd rather let him play than believe I can turn this around? Does he even know how to play?"

Fan Zhengyang was also stunned. He never expected that the drama he was watching would come back to haunt him.

The original owner of this body was indeed just a marginal figure who managed to get into the school team through a special sports talent spot. His daily work consisted of picking up balls and feeding them, and he didn't even qualify for the team's internal round-robin tournament.

"I told you to go, so go! If you say another word, you're all out of the team!" The coach was on the verge of exploding.

Amidst thousands of gazes filled with a mixture of astonishment, sympathy, and mockery, Fan Zhengyang slowly stood up.

He put down his water bottle and silently walked towards the pool table.

His heart was racing, not from nervousness, but from an irrepressible excitement.

In his past life, his biggest dream was to stand on such a brightly lit professional arena, even if only once.

"Haha, is Third Middle School short of staff? Send up a water cooler attendant?" Li Hao on the other side laughed even more arrogantly. "Kid, do you know how to hold a racket? Want me to teach you?"

Fan Zhengyang ignored him, and simply picked up the racket that Zhao Kai had placed aside and weighed it in his hand.

The racket is high-end, with a carbon fiber blade and top-quality imported rubbers on both sides. It's a pity that it's in Zhao Kai's hands, a waste of its potential.

He walked to the pool table and took a deep breath. The passion for billiards in his blood was burning brightly at that moment.

Just then, a cold, mechanical voice suddenly rang in his mind without warning.

[The host has been detected to be facing extreme adversity, with their desire to win reaching its peak.]

[Successfully bound to the "Spirit of National Sport" system!]

[New player gift pack being distributed... Congratulations, host, you have obtained: Legendary player "Zang Jike's" ultimate technique - Overlord Twist (single-match trial version)!]

[Skill Description: Enables a powerful topspin attack against any short ball within the table, ignoring spin. During the trial period, the user will possess touch, explosiveness, and judgment approaching those of Zang Jike at his peak.]

Fan Zhengyang's pupils suddenly contracted!

Zang Jike? The Overlord's Twist?!

That was a revolutionary technology! It was the signature move that made the fastest Grand Slam champion famous!

His breath instantly became scalding hot.

"Hey kid, what are you spacing out for? Scared?" Li Hao urged impatiently, eager to end this farce with a direct point from a serve.

Li Hao grinned, turned his body slightly, and flicked his right wrist.

A classic sidespin short ball!

After the ball was served, it spun sharply and landed precisely in Fan Zhengyang's backhand triangle area.

This ball is short and spinny, and the angle is extremely tricky.

For players in this world, there are only two ways to handle this: either carefully chip it back or take a risk and smash it long. Either way, it will give Li Hao an excellent opportunity to attack.

That's how Zhao Kai lost five points in a row.

Everyone thought that Fan Zhengyang's best outcome would be to barely touch the ball, while the most likely result would be for it to go directly into the net or out of bounds.

Ye Zhiwei, the pretty class beauty, sat in the front row of the audience and closed her eyes involuntarily.

She and Fan Zhengyang were deskmates, so she knew he usually worked very hard, but this kind of scene was too cruel for him.

However, what happened the next second completely overturned everyone's understanding.

Fan Zhengyang's body seemed to be welded to the spot, remaining completely still.

Just as the ball was about to bounce a second time on the table, his right arm moved!

Instead of the conventional backswing, the wrist snaps inward instantly, the body's center of gravity shifts forward abruptly, and all the power of the body is poured into the strong wrist in an instant!

His wrist twisted forward and upward with a speed that exceeded the limits of human dynamic vision!

The edge of the racket was almost touching the table surface, wrapping around the upper side of the ball.

"Overlord Twist!"

Fan Zhengyang roared inwardly!

"call out--!"

That white billiard ball, as if infused with a golden lightning bolt of soul, instantly tore through the air!

It didn't have a high arc, but rather flew at a height almost touching the net, with a terrifying spin and speed that could destroy everything, and ruthlessly slammed into Li Hao's wide-angle forehand!

It was a white light!

Li Hao's smile froze instantly. His brain didn't have time to react; he just instinctively swung his racket.

"Snapped!"

The ball slammed into the barrier behind him with a dull thud.

Li Hao didn't even touch the ball.

10: 4.

The entire stadium was deathly silent.

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