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

The next day, when Fan Zhengyang appeared at the finals, everyone was amazed by his performance.

He showed no signs of nervousness or stage fright, wearing a warm smile and waving to the students in the audience who were cheering him on.

His relaxed and carefree demeanor made it seem less like he was there to play a game and more like he was there to attend a party with friends.

"My God, that mental fortitude...it's incredible!"

"Is this really a 17-year-old? He seems more composed than our company's CEO!"

"Even if Mount Tai collapses before you, your expression will not change; even if a deer runs past on your left, your eyes will not blink... The ancients were truly right!"

Even his opponent, Chen Mo, felt a chill run down his spine when he saw him like this.

"This kid is something else."

Zhou Zhenhua, the head coach of the city team, nodded repeatedly, his eyes practically overflowing with appreciation.

He had seen too many so-called geniuses falter under the spotlight and pressure, ultimately fading into obscurity. But this young man before him seemed born for the stage, destined to be the center of attention.

Pressure? Attention? In his view, it's not a burden, but a source of enjoyment!

"This kid... he was born to compete," Zhou Zhenhua concluded in his heart. "He's the rising star of table tennis in LanHai City!"

With the referee's whistle, this highly anticipated showdown officially began!

Holding "Dawn" in his hand, Fan Zhengyang looked at the mountain-like, composed man opposite him, and the fighting spirit in his eyes reached its peak at this moment!

come on!

Let me see just how powerful the king of this city really is!

Let me show you just how unreasonable a transmigrator with cheat codes can be!

The moment the referee loudly announced "The game begins," the air in the entire Xingyao Stadium seemed to freeze.

Thousands of people in the audience, as well as millions of Blue Ocean citizens watching via television and online live streams, held their breath.

Their gazes, like searchlights, were focused on the small blue table in the center.

At either end of the table tennis table stand men representing two eras of table tennis in Lanhai City.

On one side is Chen Mo, the undefeated champion who has dominated the Blue Ocean Cup for three years, as steady as a mountain.

On the other side is Fan Zhengyang, a 17-year-old genius who suddenly appeared out of nowhere and stirred up the world with thunderous force.

This is not just a final, but a battle for the transfer of power!

"Go Chen Mo! Defending champion!"

"Fan Shen will surely win! A new king shall rise!"

After a brief silence, the stadium erupted with distinct cheers, no less intense than any top-level professional sporting event.

Chen Mo served first.

Unlike his previous opponents, he did not attempt to score directly with tricky serves.

He served a very ordinary, solid backspin short ball, landing precisely in Fan Zhengyang's middle-backhand position.

This is a test, and also a trap.

This ball, seemingly ordinary, completely gave Fan Zhengyang the choice.

You can use a short serve, a long serve, or even a direct topspin loop. But whichever you choose, you'll fall into the tactical system I've carefully prepared for you.

That's the confidence and terrifying quality of professional players!

Fan Zhengyang's eyes narrowed.

He instantly understood the other party's intention.

"Trying to outmaneuver me? Play mind games?" he sneered inwardly. "I've lived two lives; I've seen more tricks than you've eaten meals!"

Without the slightest hesitation, he chose the most domineering and unreasonable method!

Step forward, turn to the side, twist your waist, and swing your arm!

Overlord twist!

Facing the city champion, he still showed his sharpest fangs right from the start!

"boom--!"

The billiard ball, carrying the force of thunder, transformed into a white streak and headed straight for Chen Mo's wide-angle forehand shot!

However, Chen Mo's reaction caused everyone in the room to gasp in surprise.

He was like a precision robot programmed in advance; the moment Fan Zhengyang made his move, his footwork had already slid to the forehand position like a ghost!

A perfect prediction!

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"Well done!" Chen Mo shouted, his arm outstretched, and with a textbook-perfect forehand counter-pull, he fiercely retaliated against Fan Zhengyang's domineering twist!

"Bang!"

Two equally violent forces collided in mid-air, producing a deafening explosion!

The white table tennis ball paused briefly in the air for 0.01 seconds before bouncing towards Fan Zhengyang's backhand baseline at an even faster speed!

This shot was perfect in terms of both timing and power control!

At this moment, Fan Zhengyang showed no sign of panic.

The moment he unleashed the Overlord Twist, he never imagined that one strike could kill Chen Mo!

Fan Zhengyang's body was ready for a continuous attack!

With his left foot as the pivot, he spun his body like a top, held the racket in a reverse grip, and drew a beautiful arc in front of his body before tearing the ball apart!

Tear it off quickly with a backhand!

"Bang!"

Another loud bang!

From the very first point of the game, the two players immediately engaged in a fierce, close-to-the-table attacking battle!

Back and forth, the ball flies!

The spectators in the stands could barely keep up with the speed of the small white ball; all they could hear was the rapid, resounding clatter of the ball, like a fierce gunfight on a battlefield!

"My God! Is this...is this the intensity of the finals?"

"It's too fast! I can't see it at all!"

"I feel like my heart is going to jump out of my chest!"

After exchanging blows for seven or eight rounds, Chen Mo's experience advantage began to show.

He suddenly flicked his wrist, forcefully changing the rhythm of his return shot during the high-speed rally, and gently brought the ball towards the net!

A sudden change in rhythm!

Fan Zhengyang, who was exchanging powerful blows, was propelled forward half a step by his body's inertia, instantly disrupting his rhythm.

It's now!

Chen Mo seized this fleeting opportunity, suddenly turned his body to the side, and unleashed a powerful forehand strike that had been building up for a long time, slamming down like a battle axe into the opening that Fan Zhengyang had just left!

1: 0!

When the score was settled, thunderous applause erupted from the entire stadium!

The very first point showed everyone the terrifying level of this final! This had completely transcended the scope of amateur matches; it was a true professional-level contest!

Fan Zhengyang stood still and gently exhaled.

He had to admit that Chen Mo was a level above all his previous opponents.

Whether in terms of technology, strength, or tactical calculation, they are all top-notch.

"Interesting." Fan Zhengyang's eyes gleamed with even stronger fighting spirit.

The ensuing match turned into a top-level contest where both sides were evenly matched.

Fan Zhengyang's violent aesthetics clashed with Chen Mo's all-around defense.

Fan Zhengyang's brilliant idea clashed with Chen Mo's seasoned experience.

The score remained neck and neck, like a snail crawling along.

2:2，3:3，5:5，8:8……

Every point requires at least five or six intense exchanges before a winner can be decided.

The situation on the field changes rapidly. One second Fan Zhengyang is violently suppressing the enemy, and the next second Chen Mo uses a clever change of direction to resolve the crisis and launch a counterattack.

"A battle of gods! This is absolutely a battle of gods!"

"I feel like I'm not watching a game of table tennis, but rather a game of chess between two unparalleled masters; every move is calculated!"

In the VIP section, Gu Qingcheng remained calm and composed.

She held her glass of red wine, watching the young man on the field who repeatedly unleashed amazing power in adversity, her beautiful eyes filled with admiration and trust.

Meanwhile, Ye Zhiwei's face turned pale with nervousness. She held her electronic notebook, her fingers flying across the screen as she muttered to herself:

"Chen Mo's forehand usage rate is 10% higher than usual. He's deliberately engaging in rallies with Zheng Yang to wear him down!"

"His returns were scattered, not giving Zheng Yang a chance for continuous attacks!"

"No, this won't do; we're becoming too passive!"

She anxiously relayed her analysis to Fan Zhengyang through the earpiece.