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

"I've come to see what that kid, who's been hyped up by the media, is really capable of," Zhou Zhenhua said calmly.

Zhou Zhenhua had heard about Fan Zhengyang's rapid rise to power, but deep down he didn't believe it.

In his view, a professional who has been immersed in billiards for decades, the so-called "overlord's twist" and "godlike serve" are mostly media exaggerations and rumors spread by amateur players.

How capable can a high school student who has never even been exposed to a professional system be?

It's nothing more than having better physical attributes and a wilder touch. But when you encounter a professional player who has received systematic training, they can easily expose your weaknesses in a few moves.

He came today partly because he couldn't go against the advice of the leaders of the Municipal Sports Bureau, and partly because he had the mentality of "exposing fraud".

He wanted to see for himself whether this kid, who had been signed by that girl Gu Qingcheng with such fanfare, was a genius or just a bubble.

"Coach Zhou!"

A robust young man walked up to him and greeted him respectfully.

It was Wang Feng, Fan Zhengyang's opponent in the semifinals, a former provincial team member who now serves as a sparring partner for the city team.

Wang Feng is 28 years old this year, which is the golden age when a table tennis player's skills and experience are at their most mature.

His high-quality topspin forehand is among the best in the provincial team, but he returned to the city team due to serious injuries and fierce competition within the team.

Nevertheless, in Blue Ocean City, he is still recognized as the top amateur player, and his strength is even above that of some city team main players.

"Xiao Wang, are you ready?" Zhou Zhenhua looked at his beloved protégé, whom he had personally trained, and nodded.

"Ready, Coach." Wang Feng's eyes were full of confidence.

Zhou Zhenhua was silent for a moment, then suddenly said in an extremely serious tone, "Wang Feng, I'm giving you a task."

"Coach, please speak!"

"In today's match, forget your status, forget this is an amateur game. Treat Fan Zhenyang like your mortal enemy from your time in the provincial team! Use all your best skills, your hidden trump cards! Don't hold back, don't test the waters!"

Zhou Zhenhua's voice wasn't loud, but every word was filled with undeniable authority.

"I... want to see where his limits are."

Wang Feng felt a chill run down his spine.

He had never seen a coach take an amateur competition so seriously. He knew the coach was serious, and might even be showing interest in his talent!

"Yes, Coach! I promise to complete the mission!" Wang Feng nodded vigorously, turned and walked towards the field, his confidence turning into a burning fighting spirit.

Zhou Zhenhua sat down again, his gaze returning to the boy who was chatting and laughing with the pretty female classmate, and he murmured to himself:

"Boy, let me see if you're a dragon or a worm."

"Ladies and gentlemen! What we are about to begin is the first match of the semifinals of this year's Blue Ocean Cup! The two teams facing off are—"

"Former provincial team member, 'The Looping Machine' Wang Feng!"

"And our biggest dark horse in this competition, 'The Tyrant's Little Prince' Fan Zhengyang!"

As the host gave an enthusiastic introduction, the entire audience erupted in deafening cheers.

Fan Zhengyang and Wang Feng walked to the table tennis table and shook hands in greeting.

"You played well." Wang Feng looked at Fan Zhengyang, his eyes filled with a hint of seniority and appreciation, but even more so with intense fighting spirit. "However, your good luck ends here. Today I will show you that there is an insurmountable gap between professional and amateur."

"Really?" Fan Zhengyang grinned, revealing a set of white teeth. "What a coincidence, I just love challenging people of higher levels."

The referee announced the start of the match.

Wang Feng serves the first ball.

He served a high-intensity sidespin short ball.

But the quality of this shot was a level above all the opponents Fan Zhengyang had faced before!

The ball was short and low, almost touching the edge of the net, and landed on Fan Zhengyang's backhand side.

This is putting him in a difficult position!

Force him to use that shocking and unconventional Overlord Twist!

A cold smile curled at the corner of Wang Feng's mouth.

He studied Fan Zhengyang's videos and consulted with the provincial team's coaches.

He knew that although Fan Zhengyang's Overlord Twist was extremely powerful, the range of motion was too large and the connection was flawed!

If he can defend the first shot, he is 100% confident that he can counter-attack on the next shot and score directly!

"Come on! Let me see your magic ball!" Wang Feng shouted in his heart.

Fan Zhengyang's eyes lit up as he looked at the ball.

Great shot! This is the kind of shot that gets him excited!

Without hesitation, he leaned forward, pulled his wrist inward, and delivered a signature domineering twist, striking fiercely!

"boom!"

The white light reappears!

The billiard ball seemed to whistle through the air as it hurtled towards Wang Feng's wide forehand angle like a cannonball!

However, Wang Feng's reaction exceeded everyone's expectations!

He was like a cheetah poised to pounce; the instant Fan Zhengyang made his move, he had already taken a large step to the right!

Perfect prediction!

He anticipated Fan Zhengyang's domineering twisting technique!

Wang Feng stretched out his body, exerted force from his waist and abdomen, and lashed out with his arm like a whip, forcefully pulling the ball back!

Forehand, explosive smash!

"Bang—!"

A louder explosion than ever before resounded throughout the entire venue!

The white billiard ball, with an even more violent momentum, transformed into a blur, piercing through Fan Zhengyang's defenses along a diagonal line in an instant!

1: 0!

The entire room fell silent!

Everyone was stunned by that lightning-fast point!

Fan Zhengyang's invincible domineering twist was actually countered head-on and pulled back?!

"Holy crap! Is this what professional-level skill is like?"

"Incredible! Wang Feng's prediction and counter-attack were absolutely flawless!"

"It seems like Fan Shen has met his match!"

The cheers from the audience abruptly stopped.

Ye Zhiwei's heart jumped into her throat instantly. Her small hands clenched tightly, and her knuckles turned white.

Only Zhou Zhenhua, standing in the corner, had a glint in his eyes and suddenly slapped his thigh.

"nice shot!"

He wasn't praising Wang Feng, but Fan Zhengyang!

"That kid's topspin... the quality is just too high!" Zhou Zhenhua was shocked. "Wang's counter-loop just now was already an exceptional performance, but his body almost fell apart from the force. This shows that Fan Zhenyang's ball is not only spinny, but also heavy! Extremely heavy!"

On the field, Fan Zhengyang looked at Wang Feng, who had a cold expression on his face, but instead of being frustrated, he was so excited that the hairs on his body stood on end!

Cool!

So cool!

This feeling is like a max-level player who, after spending half a day crushing newbies in the starting village, finally encounters an elite monster that makes him take it seriously!

"Interesting! This is what playing ball is all about!" He cracked his knuckles, his eyes burning with a fierce fighting spirit!

The following match turned into a battle of gods that got all the spectators' blood pumping and adrenaline soaring!