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

The match begins, and Fan Zhengyang serves.

Without probing, he launched a long, fast shot directly at his opponent's forehand.

Songpa reacted extremely quickly, his body floating backward like a willow catkin, his long arms outstretched, and his racket gently slicing down from above at an unusual angle.

The white billiard ball traced a seemingly slow arc as it leisurely flew over.

"An opportunity ball!"

Seeing this slow, high ball, Fan Zhengyang's eyes lit up. He instantly sprang into action and unleashed his signature powerful topspin smash!

In his opinion, this ball will definitely score!

However, a bizarre scene unfolded.

The moment the racket makes contact with the table ball, a backspin force that is completely different from the speed of the incoming ball suddenly returns from the racket face!

Fan Zhengyang felt as if he had swung a sledgehammer and smashed it into a ball of cotton; all his force was dissipated, and he was then bounced back by a gentle, yin-like force.

"not good!"

He was startled and quickly adjusted his wrist upwards.

But it was too late.

"Snapped!"

The ball went into the net with a thud.

0: 1.

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

"What happened? Fan Shen's first shot went straight into the net?"

"That slice shot is weird!"

Fan Zhengyang looked at his opponent's racket, his expression turning serious.

"Such a powerful backspin! This guy is a true master!"

He immediately understood that the opponent's slice shot had a spin intensity far exceeding any opponent he had encountered before, even reaching a semi-professional level.

That seemingly slow, high-arc curve is actually a deceptive trap.

"Again!"

Fan Zhengyang adjusted his mindset and served again. This time, he chose to serve a short ball.

Songpa moved lightly forward, took a step, and flicked his wrist, sending the ball short and low back to Fan Zhengyang's backhand.

This is forcing him to continue using the Overlord Twist technique!

Without hesitation, Fan Zhengyang turned to the side, twisted his waist, and swung his arm!

"Overlord Twist!"

Since you want it, I'll give it to you again!

However, this time, the result was exactly the same as the previous goal.

The moment the racket touches the ball, that strong backspin comes again, as if invisible threads are pulling the table ball downwards.

Although Fan Zhengyang was mentally prepared and tried his best to rub upwards, his mastery of the Overlord Twist was still in its early stages, his proficiency was not high, and his understanding of rotation was not deep enough.

"bass--"

The ball grazed the top edge of the net and landed softly on its side of the table.

Another mistake!

0: 2.

The cheers inside the stadium instantly subsided.

Wang Zhi, the coach of Fengyun No. 1 Middle School, revealed a smug smile on his face, as if his scheme had succeeded.

"See that? That's the power of a slice shot! Your aggressive attacks are a joke in the face of absolute defense and spin!"

The subsequent matches completely confirmed Wang Zhi's judgment.

Fan Zhengyang's attacks were repeatedly thwarted by Songpana's impenetrable defense.

His outburst, and then the net went down!

His domineering twist, net off!

The ball he finally managed to pull away was returned by the opponent with an even more spinny slice, and the next attack went into the net again!

The pace of the match was completely controlled by Songpa.

Fan Zhengyang was like a heavy puncher facing a slippery eel; every punch he threw missed, and every punch drained his energy and patience.

比分，从0:2，到2:5，再到3:8……

In the first game, Fan Zhengyang lost the match in a humiliating 6-11 defeat.

This was the first time since he transmigrated that he had lost so thoroughly in a single game.

"Oh no, it seems Fan Shen is being countered!"

"This style of play is disgusting! All they do is defend and not attack; they can wear us down!"

"Has the nemesis of geniuses appeared? Is Third Middle School really going to lose?"

A sense of pessimism began to spread in the audience.

The commentator analyzed in a serious tone: "We can see that the defensive style of play is indeed a natural counter to a player like Fan Zhengyang who uses an aggressive, offensive style. Fan Zhengyang is now facing a huge test. If he cannot find a way to break through this style as soon as possible, then this match is in jeopardy."

Ye Zhiwei's heart was in her throat, her small hands were clenched tightly, and her palms were sweaty.

She kept encouraging Fan Zhengyang through the earpiece and tried to offer advice: "Zhengyang, don't rush! Try different shot placements, move him around! Don't just keep hitting with all your might!"

During the break, the coach from No. 3 Middle School looked ashen-faced and paced anxiously around Fan Zhengyang: "What should we do? Should we change our tactics? Play more high-looping shots? Don't try to go head-to-head with him!"

But to everyone's surprise, Fan Zhengyang, who was at the center of the storm, remained unusually calm.

He showed no signs of frustration or anxiety, simply sitting in his chair, silently drinking water, his eyes clear and focused.

His chest rose and fell steadily, his breathing even, as if he hadn't just lost the game.

In table tennis, winning and losing are normal. Even top national table tennis players at their peak cannot guarantee a 100% victory when facing strong opponents.

Fan Zhenyang was reviewing the game at this moment.

My mind was like a supercomputer, rapidly replaying every single ball we had just hit.

Songpa's position...

The angle of his racket face when he slices the ball...

His shift in body weight...

And the reasons for each of my mistakes...

"My proficiency with the 'Overlord Twist' technique is still too low; I have problems judging the rotation and applying force when dealing with strong backspin..."

"When you're going for a powerful burst, you're too focused on finishing the attack in one go, and you neglect preparing for a continuous offensive..."

"The tactics are too predictable; it's all about attacking, with absolutely no variation in rhythm..."

He found out one problem after another.

[Ding! Host has been detected to maintain absolute composure in adversity. Mental attribute +1!]

A system notification sounded in my mind.

A barely perceptible smile appeared on Fan Zhengyang's lips.

"Coach, give me a bottle of water," he said to the coach, his tone as calm as if he were talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

"Huh? Oh, okay!" The coach paused for a moment, then quickly handed over a bottle of water.

Looking into Fan Zhengyang's calm and collected eyes, the anxiety in his heart miraculously subsided.

This kid... his mental fortitude is even more terrifying than his ball skills!

"Hey kid, give up!" Songpa said curtly from across the table. "Your style of play won't beat me."

The second game begins.

Fan Zhengyang stood up, walked to the table tennis table, looked up at the chopper who thought he had the game in the bag, and then looked at Coach Wang Zhi who was beaming with pride on the sidelines.

His gaze swept across the entire room, past the classmates who were worried about him, and finally landed on Ye Zhiwei's pretty face, which was filled with nervousness.

He winked gently at Ye Zhiwei and gave her a confident smile.

Ye Zhiwei was taken aback, and then her heart, which had been hanging in suspense, inexplicably settled down.

"Alright, warm-up over." Fan Zhengyang picked up the ball, weighed it in his hand, and muttered to himself.

"Now, it's time to show you... the real skills."