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

"Hmm? There's something there." Liu Bin frowned, but still thought he had been careless.

For the second ball, he served a short ball, preparing to launch an attack.

But as soon as the ball left the table, Fan Zhengyang stepped forward, leaned his body forward, and twisted his wrist inward in an extremely exaggerated and explosive manner, giving the ball a sharp twist!

Overlord twist!

"boom!"

The billiard ball seemed to transform into a miniature cannonball, carrying unparalleled spin and power, slamming into Liu Bin's backhand side, and then flying out at an incredible angle!

Liu Bin's racket missed its target, and he even staggered a bit.

2: 0!

"Holy crap! That's the move from the video! A classic replay!"

"It's even more amazing to see it live! That ball speed, that power... it doesn't look like something a high school student would do!"

The discussions in the stands began to take a different turn.

Liu Bin's face finally darkened; he realized he had bitten off more than he could chew.

"I refuse to believe it!" he roared, and began to unleash his "fast knife" nature, serving and attacking, and unleashing a series of powerful forehand smashes, trying to overwhelm Fan Zhengyang with speed.

For a moment, only flashes of white light could be seen on the court, and the sound of billiard balls hitting each other was as dense as raindrops.

Liu Bin's attacks were indeed lightning fast, each shot faster than the last.

But no matter how fast he went, Fan Zhengyang could always stand firmly near the platform like an impenetrable wall, pulling him back with even faster speed and heavier weight!

With the system's boost, Fan Zhenyang's strength, spin, speed, and technique far surpass those of ordinary people. Liu Bin's pride in his speed seems like a slow-motion replay to him.

"Dude, your experience is all about companionship, right?" Fan Zhengyang thought to himself as he casually pulled the zipper.

After several rounds, Liu Bin was panting heavily and his face was flushed.

He found that every all-out attack he made seemed to disappear into thin air, while his opponent's returns were like a mountain pressing down on him, each shot heavier than the last, making it hard for him to breathe.

This is not even a contest on the same level!

This is a dimensional reduction attack!

"It's my turn." Fan Zhengyang smiled.

It was his turn to serve.

He slightly turned his body, gently tossed the ball up with his left hand, and made a complex and concealed movement with his right racket, hidden by his body.

The ball was served, looking like a normal backspin, and floated leisurely over the net.

Liu Bin was overjoyed. This was just a weak shot! He never expected Fan Zhenyang to make a mistake! Now that the opportunity was rare, Liu Bin immediately turned to the side, ready to unleash a powerful smash and release all the frustration he had just felt!

But the moment his racket touched the ball, his expression changed drastically!

The racket seemed to have hit a sheet of iron covered in butter. A strange side spin force came instantly, and the billiard ball was completely out of control, sliding off the edge of his racket and soaring into the sky!

"What the hell?! What the hell is this spinning?!" Liu Bin was dumbfounded.

8: 2!

The entire room fell silent.

If the previous rallies were a clash of power and speed, then this serve was completely beyond their comprehension.

"This serve... I don't understand it at all?"

"Is it topspin or backspin? Why is it veering to the side?"

In the VIP section, the fat businessman who had been mocking Gu Qingcheng had his wine glass suspended in mid-air, his mouth agape enough to fit an egg.

The next few balls became a service showcase for Fan Zhengyang.

Sometimes it was an unpredictable, magical serve that allowed Liu Bin to score repeatedly.

Sometimes he would use a seemingly ordinary short ball to lure Liu Bin forward, and then finish him off with a powerful topspin.

Liu Bin completely lost his composure.

He went from arrogance at the beginning, to shock, to questioning the meaning of life, and finally to numbness.

He felt like he wasn't playing a game, but being publicly executed.

11: 3!

When Fan Zhengyang delivered the final shot, a fierce, straight-line strike that pinned the ball in a corner Liu Bin couldn't reach, the match ended.

Quick-Knife Liu, in front of this high school student, became a plastic knife that couldn't even cut butter.

Fan Zhengyang barely broke a sweat. He calmly walked to the sidelines, picked up a towel to wipe his face, and then gave Gu Qingcheng an "OK" sign, his face still bearing that nonchalant smile.

After a three-second silence, the entire venue erupted in thunderous applause and gasps of amazement!

"Genius! This is absolutely a genius!"

"My God, Liu Bin is completely outmatched by him!"

"This isn't just a 'wild' approach; this is clearly a god-like strategy a version ahead of its time!"

The other two top players in Group C, "Grinding King" Zhang Wei and "Long Pips Maverick" Lao Wang, were no longer as relaxed and carefree as before.

They stood on the sidelines, watching Fan Zhengyang's retreating figure, their eyes filled with solemnity and apprehension.

They knew that this so-called "group of death" had attracted a true Grim Reaper today.

Meanwhile, in the VIP section, the chubby entrepreneur stiffly put down his wine glass, his face turning pale and then red. He secretly glanced at Gu Qingcheng, who was smiling gently not far away, and felt a burning pain in his cheeks.

That slap really landed.

After Fan Zhengyang utterly crushed Liu, the atmosphere at the Blue Ocean Cup stadium subtly shifted.

The previous mocking and questioning voices vanished without a trace, as if an invisible hand had grabbed their necks.

Instead, it is replaced by awe, curiosity, and exploration.

"This kid... he's got a strange vibe!"

"What the heck is that serve? I've replayed it ten times and I still can't figure out the spin."

"Even Liu Bin's fast breaks couldn't stop him; his strength and speed are simply not what a high school student should have!"

In the VIP section, the chubby businessman who had previously asserted that Gu Qingcheng had misjudged her was now holding a wine glass, pretending to admire the scenery, his expression more sour than if he had eaten fifty lemons.

Gu Qingcheng elegantly swirled her wine glass, then turned to her assistant Xiaoya and said with a slight parting of her red lips, "See? The people I chose are just that unreasonable."

Xiaoya nodded frantically beside her, her eyes fixed on Fan Zhengyang like a "human money-printing machine."

However, the euphoria and celebration did not last long.

Because Fan Zhengyang's second opponent in the group stage was someone even more troublesome than Liu the Quick-Knife – the long-pimple maverick, Lao Wang.

Old Wang, nearing fifty, with slightly balding hair, smiles like a kind and approachable uncle next door.

But as soon as he picks up that yin-yang racket with inverted rubber on the front and long pips on the back, he becomes the nightmare of all technical players.

Long pips rubber is a special type of rubber with fine, elongated particles on its surface, and its most prominent characteristic is its reversed shape.

You hit a topspin shot, it returns a backspin. You hit a backspin shot, it returns a topspin. Moreover, the trajectory of the return shot is unpredictable, sometimes high, sometimes low, sometimes left, sometimes right, with no discernible pattern.

There's a saying in the gaming community: "Those who play with long pips may not necessarily beat you, but they'll definitely annoy you to death."

"Yang-ge, be careful! This old Wang is really weird!" Before the match, Zhao Kai (who had completely become a fan of Fan Zhengchaoyang) came over and reminded him with a serious expression, "Two years ago, one of the city team's main players was swept 3-0 by him, and he became depressed for half a month after the match."

"Oh? That's amazing?" Fan Zhengyang raised an eyebrow, showing no sign of nervousness but rather interest.

His favorite thing is to play against these unconventional players.