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

The whistle blew for the second game.

Wang Zhi, the coach of Fengyun No.1 Middle School, leaned back in his chair with a relaxed air, a smile of impending victory on his lips.

In his view, the outcome of the match had already been decided.

Fan Zhengyang, a single-minded and aggressive player, is like a tiger stuck in the mud once he gets entangled by a chopper. Besides being powerless and furious, he will eventually be worn down and killed.

"Kid, are you ready to face despair?" Wang Zhi sneered inwardly.

Across the table, Songpa's expression remained as calm as ever, but beneath that calmness lay a barely perceptible hint of disdain.

He had completely figured out Fan Zhengyang's playing style. What he needed to do next was to act like a precise robot, repeating the actions of chopping and defending until his opponent broke down.

He himself can also receive a 100,000 yuan "external aid" bonus from Fengyun No. 1 Middle School.

However, on the court, when Fan Zhengyang served the first ball of the second game, everyone in the court who knew about the game had a strange expression.

Fan Zhengyang squatted down slightly, made a very subtle movement of his racket under the table, and flicked his wrist.

A low, short sidespin ball, as if it had a life of its own, grazed the net and landed wobbly in the small triangle area on Sompa's forehand side.

This shot was completely different from his wide-open serves in the first game!

"Um?"

Songpa frowned slightly, but his reaction was still extremely fast. He immediately stepped forward and used his best backhand drop shot to deal with the situation.

But the instant his racket struck, Fan Zhengyang's second move followed! It was as if he had anticipated his opponent's reaction.

Fan Zhenyang glided to the near table like a ghost, flicked his wrist, and gently swished the ball diagonally at an extremely tricky angle!

The ball grazed the side net and landed again near the net on Sompa's most uncomfortable backhand side.

"Holy crap! How do you handle this ball?"

"This isn't a violent style; it's clearly a sleazy style!"

"The texture is so smooth!"

Gasps of surprise erupted from the audience.

Songpa's expression changed for the first time.

His strength lies in mid-to-long-range defense, while his greatest weakness is close-range, short-range combat.

His vast coverage area was completely ineffective in this small area in front of the net.

He awkwardly stretched out his arm and barely managed to lift the ball.

This is a half-height ball!

"Chance!"

Everyone thought that Fan Zhengyang would, just like in the first game, meet this half-high ball with a thunderous smash!

Coach Wang Zhi was already prepared to see Fan Zhengyang's shot hit the net again.

However, Fan Zhengyang's actions once again overturned everyone's understanding.

He didn't rush!

He took a half step back, calmly and slowly assuming a stance, and with an extremely standard and smooth movement, pulled out a high-loop topspin shot with his right arm.

The ball was high and spinning, hanging in the air like the moon, and slowly drifted back towards Songpa's baseline.

"What the heck? A health ball?" Wang Zhi almost burst out laughing.

This kind of ball is the perfect feed for choppers, making chopping incredibly easy!

Songpa breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed his opponent wasn't so formidable after all! He took a step back, stood firmly, and assumed a stance, ready to once again use his signature strong backspin to "chop" the ball back.

But just as the ball was about to land on his racket, he suddenly realized that the ball's spin was wrong!

This is not just ordinary topspin.

There's a strong side turn involved!

The ball makes a tiny "S"-shaped sway in the air that is barely perceptible to the naked eye!

This is the result of Fan Zhengyang adding a lateral friction to his wrist when he exerted force!

"not good!"

Songpa was greatly alarmed and hurriedly adjusted the angle of the racket.

But it was too late!

"bass--"

The ball grazed the edge of his racket face, flying to the side like a mischievous sprite.

1: 0!

Fan Zhengyang won the first point of the second game! It only took him two shots!

And it was a method that no one expected, full of wisdom and skill!

The entire venue was initially silent, but then erupted in applause and cheers that were more enthusiastic than ever before!

"Holy crap! Holy crap! You can fight like this?"

"A high lob! He actually used a high lob topspin to break up a slice! That's a textbook technique!"

"Not only that! His high hoist was twirled with a side spin! That Southeast Asian kid completely misjudged the spin!"

"Just how much more is Fan Zhengyang hiding?"

Ye Zhiwei, standing on the sidelines, had a glint in her eyes as she quickly jotted down notes in her notebook: "Tactical change: Abandon the all-out attack and switch to a combination of control and spin. New skill unlocked: High-quality sidespin high loop."

As she watched the figure strategizing on the field, her heart began to race.

It turns out that he not only possessed the courage of a general, but also the wisdom to strategize!

All of this stemmed from Fan Zhengyang's mental dialogue with the system during a break between games.

"System, activate the Marin-Thousand Transformations tutorial module! Open the virtual training space, set the opponent to Songpa, and adjust the training time flow rate to 100:1!"

[Command confirmed! 100 Inheritance Points consumed! Thousand Transformations module loading... Virtual training space activated... Time flow adjustment complete...]

During that brief one-minute break, Fan Zhengyang's consciousness was already engaged in a fierce battle with Songpa in the virtual space!

He frantically simulated and practiced the essence of Ma Lin's superb control of the first three shots, his serve and attack, and his close-range battles.

From the placement of serves to the short push and long slice of returns, and how to use variations in power, speed, length, and placement to move the chopper around and disrupt their defensive rhythm...

When he opened his eyes again, only one minute had passed in the real world, but he already had at least ten ways to break the chop shot in his mind!

"I'm coming clean, I'm not pretending anymore, I'm actually a tactical mastermind." Fan Zhengyang chuckled to himself.

The competition truly begins from this moment!

What happened next completely shattered the worldview of all the viewers, and made Coach Wang Zhi's face turn darker and darker.

Fan Zhengyang has become a completely different person.

He was no longer the "violent brute" who would start a fight at the drop of a hat; he had transformed into a patient, cunning, and even somewhat sleazy tactical mastermind.

His serves are all short and spinny, making it impossible for you to either chop or flick them.

If you return a short ball, he'll match it with short balls, leaving you utterly defeated.

If you return a long ball, he won't rush to attack. Instead, he'll send you a high, spinning "moon ball," leaving you with no choice but to either slice or attack.

Songpa felt like he was going crazy.

He was like a heavily armored soldier fully armed and ready to face a storm, but his opponent didn't confront him head-on. Instead, he became an assassin with a needle, always gently pricking him in the most uncomfortable and unexpected places.

It doesn't hurt, but it's extremely humiliating!