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

The holographic projection faithfully replayed that unbelievable return of the ball three times in slow motion.

That perfect body coordination, that explosive wrist power, that incredible ball-passing quality...

"What... what kind of ball is this?" The coach of Fengyun No.1 Middle School suddenly stood up from his seat, his face full of disbelief.

The coach from No. 3 Middle School stared wide-eyed, his mouth agape.

On the bench, the players who had been laughing just moments before were now like ducks with their necks being choked, all staring in disbelief.

Ye Zhiwei, sitting in the audience, slowly opened her eyes and saw Li Hao's expression as if he had seen a ghost, and the number "4" jumping on the scoreboard.

Fan Zhengyang exhaled softly, feeling every cell in his body cheering with joy.

He rotated his wrist; that peak experience just now was even more pleasurable than the best massage.

He looked up at Li Hao, whose face had turned deathly pale across the table, grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, and lazily mimicked Li Hao's tone from before, saying:

"Is that all the power you've got in your serve?"

Fan Zhengyang's voice, delivered through a miniature microphone, stirred up a huge commotion in the otherwise silent stadium, like a boulder thrown into a calm lake.

ridicule!

This is blatant and undisguised mockery!

Moreover, it uses the same sentence structure that the opponent just used, returning it verbatim!

"Has this kid gone mad?"

"Does he think he can turn the world upside down just by scoring one goal?"

"Li Hao is about to be enraged; he's doomed!"

The audience erupted in chaos, everyone thinking the water dispenser attendant was courting death.

Laughter erupted from the bench of Fengyun No. 1 Middle School, as if they could already see Fan Zhengyang being blasted to death by Li Hao's next shot.

Li Hao's face instantly turned from deathly pale to liver-colored.

Humiliation! This is a greater humiliation than losing the game!

As the ace player of Fengyun No.1 Middle School, how could he swallow this insult, being publicly humiliated by an unknown sparring partner in such a contemptuous tone?

"court death!"

Li Hao squeezed out two words through gritted teeth, his eyes turning sinister.

He decided to stop playing around and use his best skills to completely destroy this arrogant brat in front of him.

He stood at the serve position again, took a deep breath, and his entire demeanor changed. He lowered his body further, and his backswing became more concealed.

"Here it comes! It's Li Hao's signature move—Ghost Spin!" The commentator's voice suddenly rose.

Li Hao suddenly flicked his wrist, and this time he executed a powerful side spin.

This ball is even more tricky than the last one, and its spin is more complex!

It is not only short, but also has a noticeable side bend after landing, which is specifically designed to counter the opponent's backhand attack.

In Li Hao's opinion, Fan Zhenyang's incredible shot was definitely just pure luck. Faced with his own full-strength "ghost spin," that kid would surely be exposed!

However, Li Hao miscalculated again.

The moment he served the ball, that cold, mechanical voice rang in Fan Zhengyang's mind again.

[During the "Dominant Flick" test, the system detected deceptive movements in the opponent's serve and automatically activated the "Spin Analysis" assist function...]

[Analysis Result: Strong backspin, spin value 78; sidespin value 65. Optimal hitting point: Left side of the ball (middle). Recommended counter-attack line: Opponent's backhand at a wide angle.]

In an instant, all of Li Hao's fancy moves became as clear as a slow-motion replay in Fan Zhengyang's eyes.

The trajectory and spin properties of the billiard ball with its eerie rotation were presented to him in the form of data by the system.

How can we possibly lose?

Under the watchful eyes of thousands of people, Fan Zhengyang made the exact same move as before.

Lean forward and tuck your wrists in, like a fully drawn bow!

Li Hao's pupils contracted, and he sneered inwardly: Again? The same trick can't work on me twice? I'm already prepared to counterattack!

He bent his knees slightly, adjusted his center of gravity, and was just waiting for Fan Zhengyang's ball to come over so he could smash it back with a thunderous backhand smash!

"call out--!"

Golden light reappears!

It was that white lightning bolt that flashed across the net again!

But this time the trajectory was completely different from the last one!

The previous shot was a powerful forehand shot from a wide angle by Li Hao.

But this ball, like a precision-guided missile, was launched fiercely towards his backhand baseline!

Fast! Too fast!

Just as Li Hao's body made the anticipation move to turn sideways and defend against a forehand, the ball flashed past his backhand side with a sharp whooshing sound!

He didn't even have time to swing his racket!

"Snapped!"

The ball struck the barrier behind them again, the sound crisp and resolute.

10: 5.

If the first goal was a fluke, a lucky break...

That second goal was a blatant display of superior strength!

The smile on the face of the coach of Fengyun No.1 Middle School froze completely. He stood up abruptly and stared intently at Fan Zhengyang, as if trying to see through him.

The coach of No. 3 Middle School opened his mouth so wide that an egg could fit inside.

He rubbed his eyes hard, unable to believe what he was seeing.

Third Squadron Leader Zhao Kai's face turned from a purplish-red to a deathly gray. He muttered to himself, "Impossible... This is absolutely impossible... How could his backhand be so strong?"

The entire stadium fell into an eerie silence once again.

Only the enormous holographic projection replayed over and over the earth-shattering Overlord Twist, and Li Hao's changing expression from confidence to astonishment, and then to bewilderment.

"It's...it's that amazing shot again! And with a completely different trajectory!" The commentator's voice trembled with excitement. (Fan Zhenyang's legendary skills from before his time travel—something this world has never seen before.)

"What did we just see? This substitute player from Blue Ocean No. 3 Middle School actually used the same technique, but different trajectories, to receive Li Hao's signature serve twice in a row! He wasn't just guessing! He really knows how!"

Across the table, cold sweat was already beading on Li Hao's forehead.

For the first time, his confidence wavered.

"Calm down! Calm down! He's only good at receiving serves! Once we get into a rally, he's no match for me!" Li Hao frantically cheered himself on in his mind.

He decided to change tactics.

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