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

"boom--!"

The crowd erupted in chaos.

"Holy crap! That's insane! They're courting death!"

"Does he even know how terrifying Zhang Mang's strength is? Apart from Chen Mo, no one in the team dares to go toe-to-toe with him!"

"It's over, it's over. This kid's going to pay the price for his youthful arrogance! It'll be a miracle if he doesn't get psychologically traumatized today!"

Zhang Mang was so enraged that his face turned red and veins bulged. He felt humiliated like never before and roared, "You fucking want to die!"

The onlookers were in an uproar. Their gazes toward Fan Zhengyang had shifted from initial scrutiny to pity, as if he were a fool.

Zhou Zhenhua, the head coach, not only did not stop him, but instead crossed his arms with great interest, and even a faint smile appeared on his lips.

He knows those bastards too well.

The city team's "veterans" are all arrogant and proud. Years of internal competition have instilled in them a bad habit of not respecting anyone else.

Zhang Mang, in particular, was a troublemaker who, relying on his strength, often gave the new team members a hard time.

This stagnant pool needs to be stirred up by a real dragon crossing the river!

As for whether Fan Zhengyang will lose?

Are you kidding me!

Zhou Zhenhua had personally witnessed how he dragged Chen Mo, whose skills, mentality, and tactics had reached a state of perfection, step by step into the abyss during the Blue Ocean Cup finals, and finally defeated him with the demeanor of a hexagonal war god.

Zhang Mang?

Despite his great strength, he was nothing more than a brute with well-developed limbs in front of Fan Zhengyang.

Zhou Zhenhua even thought, if we lose, why not go to the second team and pick up a moon?

This punishment is too lenient! It would be best if Fan Zhengyang beat him until he doubts his existence, and if he could destroy all the arrogance in this kid, so that he would know what it means to be outmatched and have someone more capable than you!

Fan Zhengyang's domineering and arrogant behavior was not simply due to youthful arrogance.

He knew very well that being gentle and humble would only earn him contempt and exclusion when facing this pack of unruly "wolves".

To gain a foothold in the shortest time and become the undisputed core of the team, we must use the most ruthless methods and the most domineering attitude to completely crush their pitiful pride!

What he wanted was not to blend in with them, but to rule over them!

Only in this way can he lead the team to achieve better results in future provincial and even national competitions.

At this moment, Zhang Mang was so enraged by Fan Zhengyang's words that he was practically fuming, his face turning a deep liver color.

He felt he had suffered the greatest humiliation of his career.

"Fine! Fine! Fine!" He laughed angrily, pointing at Fan Zhengyang and gritting his teeth, "Kid, you asked for this! Today, I'll show you what 'death' really means!"

Without saying a word, he walked straight to the baseline, not even bothering to get into a serving position, and simply tossed the ball up and smashed it over with a powerful shot!

He put all his strength into that shot!

The billiard ball traced a fierce straight line through the air, accompanied by a piercing whistling sound, heading straight for Fan Zhengyang's face!

This isn't playing ball anymore, this is throwing things at people!

"Watch out!" one of the team members couldn't help but exclaim.

However, Fan Zhengyang seemed not to see the aggressive ball at all, standing still in place.

Just before the ball was about to hit his face, he lazily raised his right hand, and the "Dawn" racket in his hand, like a shield, gently met the ball upwards.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

The powerful ball, upon contact with the racket face, seemed to lose all its power and spin as if by a mysterious force, becoming limp and powerless.

Then, at an extremely slow speed, it traced a high parabola and landed precisely on the net in front of Zhang Mang, rolling down helplessly.

1: 0.

Fan Zhengyang didn't even move a step.

The whole process was depicted in a freehand style, as if a master were instructing a novice child.

"What... what kind of force-dissipating technique is this?"

"What the hell! He actually caught Zhang Mang's full-force charge without even moving?"

The onlookers' eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

Zhang Mang was also stunned; he had no idea what had happened.

"Senior, that serve wasn't executed correctly," Fan Zhengyang kindly reminded him. "But it's okay, you get one point. You have two points left."

"You...!" Zhang Mang's face turned pale and then red. He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

This time, he served a fast, topspin, long ball to Fan Zhengyang's backhand. The ball was fast and high, with an extremely tricky angle, and it was his most proficient serve-and-attack strategy.

He stared intently at Fan Zhengyang, ready to immediately turn sideways and unleash a powerful forehand smash to end the game in one fell swoop, as soon as the opponent managed to push the ball back or barely block it!

However, Fan Zhengyang's actions once again exceeded his expectations.

Faced with this long ball that was almost touching his chest, Fan Zhengyang did not retreat. Instead, he leaned forward slightly, pulled his wrist in at an extremely strange angle, and then twisted it forward and upward!

In-table ball technique – Overlord Spin!

Moreover, it's the "Overlord Twist" technique used when dealing with long balls off the table!

This completely overturned everyone's understanding of billiards!

"Is he crazy? He dares to use a 'powerful twist' technique on a long ball?"

"This is supposed to be screwed all the way up to the ceiling!"

"call out--!"

To everyone's astonishment, the white billiard ball, as if imbued with a soul, was a white lightning bolt that instantly tore through the air!

It didn't have a high arc, but rather flew at a height almost touching the net, carrying a terrifying topspin and speed that could destroy everything, and fiercely slammed into Zhang Mang's wide-angle forehand!

Zhang Mang's pupils suddenly contracted! His brain didn't have time to react; he just instinctively swung his racket.

"Snapped!"

The ball slammed into the barrier behind him with a dull thud.

He didn't even touch the ball.

2: 0.

"Senior brother, there's only one point left." Fan Zhengyang's voice rang out again, his tone as calm as if he were saying, "The weather is nice today."

Inside the training hall, there was a deathly silence.

If the first goal was a coincidence, a stroke of luck, then the second goal was a blatant display of superior skill!

Fine beads of sweat had already formed on Zhang Mang's forehead. He felt as if he were facing not a newcomer to the team, but an unfathomable monster!

"Ahhhhh!"

Zhang Mang let out a roar, pouring all his tension, anger, and resentment into his third serve.

This time, he served a very high-quality short ball with no spin.

The ball barely spun in the air, but landed with a slight sideways curve, the purpose of which was to trick Fan Zhengyang into flicking the ball into the net.

After serving, Zhang Mang immediately took a half step back, got into the most comfortable forehand smash position, and prepared to receive Fan Zhengyang's return.

This time, he will use his most prized strength to reclaim all his dignity!