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

Chen Mo's every tactical intention and every return shot route was anticipated by him.

Chen Mo serves a short ball, trying to control the ball?

Fan Zhengyang stepped forward directly, using his "Ma Lin"-esque table tennis skills to outmaneuver him, leaving him questioning his existence.

Chen Mo throws a long ball, is he trying to play a rally?

Fan Zhengyang anticipated the landing point in advance, turned sideways, and unleashed a powerful shot that incorporated the terrifying enhancement of his new racket "Dawn." The speed and power of the shot were at least 30% stronger than in the first game!

Chen Moguang felt his arm go numb after just one block!

Chen Mo wants to change course during the stalemate?

Fan Zhengyang always seemed to have a premonition, waiting in advance for the landing point of his change of direction, and then delivering a fatal blow with an even more unreasonable and vicious straight line change!

The situation on the field has taken a complete 180-degree turn!

Previously, Chen Mo used his experience and tactics to outmaneuver Fan Zhengyang, but now Fan Zhengyang is using his almost sorcery-like predictions to play Chen Mo like a puppet!

"This...how is this possible?!"

"Does Fan Zhengyang have supernatural powers? How can he always know where Chen Mo is going to attack?"

"I don't understand it, but I'm completely blown away! This competition is just too unpredictable!"

The audience erupted in cheers. They couldn't understand the intricacies of the game; all they saw was the 17-year-old boy strolling around the field with an air of nonchalance, as if he had everything under control.

The once invincible city champion was beaten so badly that he was left helpless and in a sorry state.

Second game, 11:4!

Third game, 11:5!

Fan Zhengyang swept back two games in a row, taking a 2-1 lead in the overall score!

Break between games.

Chen Mo was panting heavily, his jersey soaked with sweat. He looked at the seemingly nonchalant young man opposite him, and for the first time, confusion and fear appeared in his eyes.

He felt like he wasn't playing against a person, but against an all-knowing and all-powerful god!

Every thought and action of mine is completely visible to the other party. This feeling is utterly despairing!

"This can't go on!" he roared inwardly. "If this continues, my Dao heart will be shattered!"

Just as he was about to lose his composure, a calm voice came from the sidelines.

"Chen Mo, look here."

Chen Mo turned around abruptly and saw the figure sitting silently in the corner—Zhou Zhenhua, the head coach of the city team.

Zhou Zhenhua was his mentor, the guide in his table tennis career, and his most trusted "father".

At this moment, Zhou Zhenhua's face no longer showed the previous seriousness, but rather a complex expression mixed with excitement, shock, and solemnity.

He made a very subtle tactical hand gesture to Chen Mo.

This gesture is understood only by the master and his apprentice.

It means to abandon all routines, return to instinct, and use the purest fighting style to attack your opponent!

This was a do-or-die strategy that Zhou Zhenhua taught Chen Mo when he was emotionally unstable in his early years. It should never be used lightly unless it's a matter of life and death.

Chen Mo's heart skipped a beat. He knew that his coach was telling him that against Fan Zhenyang, this "monster," all tactics were ineffective; the only chance of survival was to fight! To fight with his life on the line!

But Zhou Zhenhua was thinking about something else entirely.

"Fan Zhenyang, you're very strong, stronger than I imagined. Your anticipation and basketball IQ are simply phenomenal! But I want to see how you deal with a madman who doesn't play by the rules, abandons all tactics, and fights purely on instinct."

He wanted to use his disciple to push Fan Zhengyang to his limits!

The fourth game begins.

The atmosphere on the field suddenly changed again!

Chen Mo's entire aura changed. He stopped thinking about tactics and stopped controlling the pace.

In his eyes, there was only a frenzied fighting spirit and a primal desire to attack!

Serve! No longer a short serve, but an extremely fast long serve!

Receive the serve! No more chopping, but a direct, powerful side-step smash!

A stalemate! It's no longer about maneuvering, but about holding the line and unleashing devastating force, each strike potentially fatal!

He transformed into a tiger driven to the brink of despair.

They began a frenzied counterattack using the most primitive and bloodiest methods!

"It's a fight! Chen Mo has started fighting!" the commentator shouted excitedly.

This reckless, all-out fighting style instantly disrupted Fan Zhengyang's rhythm!

Because in combat, there are no fixed routes! There is no tactical logic!

Fan Zhengyang's "predictive" ability has become useless!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

On the field, the two once again entered a fierce battle of attrition!

But this time, it was an even more insane and reckless exchange of fire!

Every shot Chen Mo hits feels like a gamble on his entire career, filled with a desperate, all-or-nothing resolve!

Under this frenzied onslaught, Fan Zhengyang's defenses began to falter once again.

One return shot, out of bounds!

One pull, and the net is gone!

The score began to widen little by little as Chen Mo increased his lead!

1:2，3:5，4:7……

In the live stream, the hearts of more than nine million viewers were in their throats.

"Holy crap! This is amazing! This is a true showdown of titans!"

"Chen Mo is awesome! He turned the tide and rose from the ashes! That's the will of a true king!"

"Fan Shen, hold on! Don't let him take us all in one fell swoop!"

In the VIP section, Gu Qingcheng's brows furrowed slightly for the first time. She sensed the resolute aura emanating from Chen Mo.

Ye Zhiwei's small hands clenched tightly together again. Faced with the deadly game, her data analysis was rendered useless.

To everyone's surprise, Chen Mo's success rate in making desperate shots was surprisingly high, even when he was facing a do-or-die situation.

"Zhengyang, hold on! Fight him to the death! Fight with your stamina!" She could only offer the most basic and powerless encouragement through her earpiece.

On the field, beads of sweat appeared on Fan Zhengyang's forehead.

He had to admit how terrifying a professional player who had abandoned all inhibitions and started fighting desperately was!

However, Fan Zhenyang's face remained calm.

His eyes, on the contrary, became even brighter and more excited!

"This is more like it!" he cried out in his heart. "This is the kind of battle I've been wanting!"

Faced with Chen Mo's frenzied attack, he did not choose to back down, nor did he choose to use control to avoid his sharp edge.

He chose to confront them head-on!

You want to fight? Fine! I'll go with you!

You want to fight to the death? Fine! I'll be even crazier than you!

Amidst the incredulous gazes of the audience, Fan Zhengyang abandoned all control and tactics, and he and Chen Mo engaged in the most primitive and bloody stand-and-fight battle!

The competition has completely reached a fever pitch!

The two seemed to have transformed into gladiators from ancient Rome, engaging in the most brutal and violent battle!

However, in pure head-to-head battles, the advantage of experience begins to emerge.

Chen Mo is already 25 years old. He has undergone the most formal and rigorous training since childhood and is in his prime, with a brilliant record.

Fan Zhengyang, though he played billiards before transmigrating, was only good at it, only able to bully retired old men in his neighborhood. Even after transmigrating and acquiring a system, he's only had it for less than a month.

Therefore, the gap between the two gradually widened.

Chen Mo leads 6-10, reaching match point.

Fan Zhenyang served a ball, and the game became a rally again.

Just when everyone thought Chen Mo would win the game, Fan Zhengyang suddenly turned sideways during a rally and unleashed a thunderous burst of power, scoring another point!

7: 10!

Even more incredibly, Fan Zhengyang won three consecutive game points to tie the score!

10: 10!

The entire venue erupted in cheers!

However, at this moment, experience came into play once again.

After the score was tied, Chen Mo took advantage of the serve opportunity to force a short ball, disrupting Fan Zhengyang's rhythm of the rally and scoring a surprise attack!

11: 10!

In the final point, Chen Mo won the fourth game with a lucky edge shot!

Chen Mo tied the score at 2-2!