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

At the same time, Ye Zhiwei's clear and urgent voice came through his invisible earpiece.

"Zhengyang! I've figured it out! Wang Feng's defensive habits!"

Ye Zhiwei's face flushed red with excitement and nervousness. She pointed to a data stream on the screen and spoke rapidly.

"His forehand defense covers 70% of the table, but his backhand down the line is his absolute blind spot! Because he is used to counter-attacking diagonally, in high-speed rallies, his center of gravity will unconsciously shift to the diagonal side, giving him 0.2 seconds less reaction time for down-the-line defense than normal!"

"0.2 seconds! That's his Achilles' heel!"

On one hand, the system's hardware was upgraded, unlocking ultimate moves.

On the other side was the software strategy provided by strategist Ye Zhiwei, which accurately identified the enemy's weaknesses.

Favorable timing, advantageous location, and harmonious relationships!

Everything's ready!

Fan Zhengyang slowly stood up, clenching his fists and feeling the powerful energy surging within his body. He glanced at Wang Feng, who was drinking water and adjusting himself, and a cruel smile crept onto his lips.

"I'm sorry, senior."

"Your trial card has expired."

The second game begins.

Wang Feng served, still with high-quality spin, and the two quickly entered a mid-to-long-range rally.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The familiar explosion sounded again.

Wang Feng played with great confidence; he had figured out Fan Zhengyang's rhythm.

He is absolutely confident that he can defeat the young man by using his experience and changes in rhythm as long as he can drag the game into the rallies he is most comfortable with.

He unleashed a high-quality forehand topspin, the ball curving sharply to Fan Zhengyang's backhand.

This is a trap!

He had anticipated that Fan Zhengyang would respond with a backhand cross-court shot, and his body was already prepared for a sideways counter-attack. With the next shot, he would end the point!

Zhou Zhenhua, watching from the stands, also saw through Wang Feng's tactical intentions and nodded secretly: "Not bad, Xiao Wang is playing smarter and smarter. He uses rallies to wear down his opponent, and then uses his experience to create a time difference. He's got this point."

Ye Zhiwei's heart was in her throat, her small hands clenched tightly, and she muttered, "Change direction! Zhengyang, change to a straight line!"

However, Fan Zhengyang on the field made a move that shocked everyone, including Wang Feng and Zhou Zhenhua!

Faced with Wang Feng's powerful cross-court topspin, he did not counter with a direct cross-court shot as he had in the first game.

His center of gravity suddenly sank downwards, making him appear shorter, while his right arm, in its rapid lateral movement, abruptly paused for half a second at an angle completely defying human biomechanics, and then…

He ripped the ball straight at him with fierce and domineering force!

Backhand, straight shot!

"A dangerous turn into a straight line!"

"call out--!"

This shot had no curve, no cushioning, only extreme speed and unwavering determination!

Like a laser piercing the night, it clung tightly to the white edge of the table, and with a speed beyond the limits of human reaction, instantly pierced through the entire table!

Wang Feng was still in the position to prepare for a reverse cross-court shot when he caught a glimpse of a white light out of the corner of his eye. Then he heard a crisp, desperate "snap" from the barrier behind him.

The ball... has passed?

He... shot straight?!

Forced straightening during high-speed pulling?! How is that even possible?!

Wang Feng's mind went blank. He stiffly turned around, looked at the billiard ball lying on the ground, and then at the calm-looking boy opposite him. A chill ran from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

The entire venue was deathly silent.

Everyone was stunned by this incredible straight shot.

Even Gu Qingcheng, who was in the VIP section, subconsciously sat up straight, and a look of shock appeared in her usually languid peach blossom eyes.

In the corner, Zhou Zhenhua's thermos cup fell to the ground with a "clatter," spilling hot water all over the floor. He was completely unaware of it.

Zhou Zhenhua's eyes widened like copper bells as he stared intently at the slow-motion replay on the holographic projection.

"This...this is...a straight line attack?!" he exclaimed in disbelief. "This is the signature move of 'Invincible God Fan' from the national team a hundred years ago?! How could this kid...how could he possibly know it?!" (I love Fan Zhendong so much. In the novel, there was also a God Fan in the Blue Kingdom a hundred years ago, exactly the same kind.)

"Case solved! Everyone! I solved the case!" In the audience, a bespectacled tech geek suddenly jumped up, pointing at the screen and shouting frantically, "This isn't just a regular lane change! This is a deadly straight-line change! It's the signature move of Fan Shen, a legendary player from a hundred years ago! I was fortunate enough to see a glimpse of it in an ancient video recording!"

"Holy crap! Really?"

"No wonder it's so powerful! It's a tribute to a legend!"

"This is more than just a tribute; it's practically 'Brother Dong' channeling his inner 'Dong Ge'!"

At that moment, Fan Zhengyang's image in everyone's mind completely changed.

If he was a wildly talented genius with extraordinary abilities before, then...

So at this moment, he is a chosen one who possesses legendary skills!

"It's just one point, I was just lucky!" Wang Feng forced himself to calm down, but his heart was already racing.

That fierce, straight-line attack had a far greater psychological impact on him than losing a single point.

It's a feeling of powerlessness where all your experience and calculations become transparent in front of the other person.

The game has restarted.

But what followed turned into a one-sided massacre.

Having been "possessed by Brother Dong", Fan Zhengyang completely liberated himself.

His playing style became domineering, ruthless, and full of overwhelming pressure!

Is Wang Feng serving a short ball in an attempt to control the first three shots?

Fan Zhengyang stepped forward and delivered a powerful and heavy twist, forcing Wang Feng to defend passively!

Is Wang Feng serving a long ball, trying to create a rally?

Without saying a word, Fan Zhengyang turned sideways and unleashed an outrageously powerful smash. The ball flew like a small cannonball, and Wang Feng felt his hand go numb just from blocking it!

What made Wang Feng most desperate was the stalemate between the two.

Every time he thought he had withstood Fan Zhengyang's attack and was ready to counterattack, that nightmarish white line would appear without warning, instantly tearing apart all his defenses!

The danger has turned into a straight line!

Another sharp turn into a straight line!

Wang Feng felt like he was going crazy.

He was facing not a 17-year-old boy, but a world champion at the peak of his career, reigning supreme!

The suffocating feeling of being constantly controlled by the other party no matter what you do reminded him of the scene many years ago when he was being "taught a lesson" by the main players of the provincial team.

No, it was even more terrifying than that time!

Because Fan Zhengyang's ball is heavier, more aggressive, and more unreasonable!

"This...who can withstand this?!" Wang Feng lamented inwardly.