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

The audience was buzzing with discussion, thoroughly enjoying the show.

"Is...is this still the same person?"

"What a sudden change in art style! It went straight from a shonen fighting manga to a suspenseful, intellectually stimulating one?"

"Case solved, brothers! Fan Shen actually has a dual personality; one is a berserker, and the other is a cunning old fox!"

Under Fan Zhengyang's skillful control, the score gap gradually widened.

3:1，5:2，8:3……

Coach Wang Zhi's face had turned from black to a purplish-brown.

His most prized tactic became a complete joke in front of the opponent!

He wanted to call a timeout, but looking at that composed figure on the field, he knew it would be pointless.

Fan Zhenyang has completely taken control of the rhythm!

In the second game, Fan Zhengyang easily won 11-4.

In the third game, Fan Zhengyang's "performance" continued.

He began to control the high-altitude operation, interspersed with sudden, unexpected bursts of heavy force!

The previous ball was a leisurely "health-preserving loop," allowing Songpa to comfortably retreat and slice the ball.

The next ball suddenly turned into a white lightning bolt that tore through the air, and before he could react, it had already smashed into the barrier behind him!

This extreme contrast between fast and slow, light and heavy, completely disrupted Sompa's defensive rhythm.

He felt like a monkey being repeatedly toyed with, unable to attend to everything and utterly pathetic.

In the third game, Fan Zhengyang easily won again, 11-3.

A 2-1 comeback victory!

"Beautiful! Absolutely beautiful!" The coach from No. 3 Middle School excitedly pumped his fist. "This is real table tennis! It's playing with your brain!"

The fourth game, the match point game.

Songpa's defenses were crumbling, and confusion and fear appeared in his eyes.

Fan Zhengyang, however, felt that he had entered a strange state.

Through his control and movement in the first three sets, he had completely figured out Songpa's every defensive habit and every blind spot in his movements.

He knew it was time to end this game of cat and mouse.

"System, I feel... I think I've grasped something."

[Ding! Detected that the host has grasped the essence of route changes and rhythm control in actual combat, gaining insights from the legendary player "Fan Zhendong - Fierce Change to Straight Line"!]

[Congratulations, host, on grasping the true essence of "Fierce Change in a Straight Line"—"Change" lies in its unexpectedness; "Fierceness" lies in its ability to deliver a fatal blow!]

[The "Evil Becomes a Straight Line" skill can be experienced for 10 minutes!]

A warm current flowed from Fan Zhengyang's arm into his brain. He felt his understanding of ball trajectory and timing instantly rise to a whole new level.

His eyes flashed with a sharp light!

The match began, and Fan Zhengyang once again used a high loop to move Songpa to the far end of the table.

Songpa habitually retreats to slice the ball.

Everyone thought it was just another familiar cycle.

But this time, it's different!

Just as the ball was hit, Fan Zhengyang's body lunged forward like a cheetah, forcefully turning to the side while moving at high speed!

His backhand, unexpectedly, struck at an almost impossible angle!

It's not a pull shot! It's a quick tear!

Moreover, it wasn't torn diagonally, it was torn in a straight line!

"A dangerous turn into a straight line!"

Fan Zhengyang roared inwardly!

This shot completely defies the normal physics of billiards!

To force a high-quality backhand straight shot while moving at high speed requires incredible core strength, wrist control, and body coordination!

"call out--!"

That white billiard ball seemed to be endowed with the will to tear everything apart, transforming into a blur that was difficult to catch with the naked eye, shooting straight out along the edge of the table!

Its speed is incredibly fast!

Its angle is incredibly tricky!

Songpa had just finished his slice shot, his body still leaning back, when he watched helplessly as the white light flashed past through a straight gap that he couldn't reach at all!

He didn't even react; he could only stand there blankly, like a petrified statue.

"Snapped!"

The ball landed precisely on the white side of the baseline, making a crisp sound, like a death sentence.

The entire Xingyao Stadium fell into absolute silence for three seconds.

Everyone was completely stunned by this last incredible, almost miraculous, "cursed straight line"!

Three seconds later, the volcano erupted!

"Fan Zhengyang—!"

"What did I see? Was that God?!"

The deafening cheers almost lifted the roof off the stadium!

The holographic projection replayed the "fierce straight line" attack five times in 360-degree slow motion! Each replay drew a thunderous roar of amazement!

Wang Zhi, the coach of Fengyun No.1 Middle School, slumped into a chair, his face ashen.

All his calculations and schemes seemed so ridiculous and pale in the face of that straight line, which was like divine punishment.

Based on the quality of that shot, let alone Sompa, how many provincial professional athletes could have caught it?

Taking advantage of the momentum, Fan Zhenyang used the ten-minute "fierce to straight line" experience time to further complete the "torture and murder".

11: 2!

The match is over!

"I...I lost..." Songpa looked at his racket, muttering to himself, his eyes vacant.

His impenetrable defense and his confidence in defense were utterly shattered by that final shot.

On the field, Fan Zhengyang slowly raised his right arm, enjoying the cheers from the entire audience for him alone.

He not only won the game and the championship, but also completely conquered the city with a tactical show that can be described as art and a game-winning shot that can be recorded in history!

From then on, in the high school table tennis world of Lanhai City, there was only one name—

Fan Zhengyang!

"We won! We are the champions—!"

The coach was the first to rush over and hug Fan Zhengyang tightly, so excited that he was like a 200-pound child, his snot and tears covering Fan Zhengyang's body.

"Yang-ge is awesome (voice cracks)!"

"My God! You are my God!"

The teammates swarmed forward, once again tossing their hero high into the air.

This time, Fan Zhengyang enjoyed the feeling of weightlessness, his gaze precisely locking onto the figure in the front row of the audience.

Ye Zhiwei stood there, her small hand excitedly covering her mouth, her beautiful almond-shaped eyes glistening with tears, filled with joy, shock, and pride.

It was as if the person who shone brightly on the field was the most important part of her life.

Their eyes met, and Fan Zhengyang gave her a radiant smile that belonged only to her.

Ye Zhiwei's face flushed red instantly, her heart pounded like a deer, and she quickly lowered her head, but couldn't help but smile wildly.

The awards ceremony began soon.

The players from Blue Ocean No. 3 Middle School walked proudly onto the champion's podium. This was the glory they had dreamed of.