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

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Fan Zhenyang slammed his right foot into the ground, and a powerful force surged up from the earth, passing through his ankle, knee, and hip, layer by layer, and finally converging in his waist and abdomen!

His body was like a fully drawn bow, his right arm stretched back to its limit, and the "Dawn" racket in his hand gleamed coldly under the lights!

"boom--!!!"

Amidst everyone's horrified gazes, Fan Zhengyang made his move!

His body suddenly lunged forward to meet the incoming ball, his waist and abdomen twisting and generating power like a spring, driving his entire arm like a lashing steel whip, which struck the white table ball hard!

"Emperor's Rise!"

"Bang--!!!"

A deafening explosion, like a grenade exploding, resounded throughout the training hall!

The small billiard ball, upon contact with "Dawn," seemed to be infused with boundless energy. At a speed exceeding the limits of human visual nerve reaction, it transformed into a white beam of light that was almost invisible to the naked eye, and fiercely rushed towards Zhang Mang on the other side!

That ball was not only fast! It was not only heavy!

Even more terrifying is that it carries an incredibly strong upward swirl that seems capable of tearing the air apart!

The ball traced a low, flat, and tricky arc in the air, and upon landing, it suddenly plunged forward with a strange "second speed"!

This is what makes "Emperor's Burst" so terrifying—a perfect integration of the three elements of power, speed, and rotation!

Zhang Mang's pupils shrank to the size of a pinhead!

Although he had anticipated that Fan Zhengyang would engage in a back-and-forth attack, he never dreamed that someone's forehand smash could be of such an absurdly high quality!

"Get up!!!"

Zhang Mang let out a trapped beast's roar. He used all his strength, lowered his center of gravity, and pulled upwards with all his might, trying to barely pull the ball back.

"clang--!"

The racket collides with the ball.

Zhang Mang felt an overwhelming force coming from the slap, as if he had been hit head-on by a high-speed maglev train! His arm went numb instantly, and he staggered, almost falling to the ground.

And the ball, without any suspense, plunged headfirst into the net.

4: 0!

"What...what kind of monster is this?"

"Both of them were explosive drives, so why did his shot feel more than twice as heavy as Zhang Mang's?"

"Look at his movements, so fluid! It's textbook perfect! No, even more exaggerated than a textbook!"

The onlookers, including the pretty female team members, stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with disbelief. It was as if they were witnessing an art exhibition of violent aesthetics.

Zhang Mang's face once again showed a look of horror.

But he refused to believe it! He didn't believe anyone could completely overwhelm him in terms of strength!

"Again!"

He roared and served again, forcing Fan Zhengyang into a forehand rally once more.

The ensuing match turned into a brutal and inhumane one-sided beating.

Inside the stadium, only the sounds of hitting the ball, like artillery fire on a battlefield, could be heard: "Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Zhang Mang's explosive charge was like a three-year-old child's fist meeting the world boxing champion's heavy punch in front of Fan Zhengyang's imperial explosive charge.

They're not even in the same league!

Every swing of Fan Zhengyang's racket was filled with an aura of dominance.

His movements were fluid and coordinated, brimming with the beauty of power. Each shot was like a royal judgment—precise, forceful, and unquestionable!

His ball is not only more powerful and has stronger spin, but its landing point is also more unpredictable.

Sometimes it was a follow-up shot that left Zhang Mang in a sorry state. Other times it was a wide-angle shot that forced Zhang Mang to run all over the field.

The most terrifying thing is that Fan Zhenyang can even suddenly change to a straight line while pulling at high speed, as if he were strolling leisurely!

That incredible change in direction, like a stroke of genius, completely tore apart Zhang Mang's entire psychological defenses!

Zhang Mang went from taking the initiative to attacking to being forced into a defensive posture.

From passive defense, they were reduced to barely blocking shots. From barely blocking shots, they were forced to run all over the court retrieving the ball...

His physical strength was rapidly depleting, his pride was being shattered, and his will was being ruthlessly destroyed.

He felt as if he were facing not a person, but a war machine devoid of emotion and filled only with power!

"Bang!"

8: 1.

When Zhang Mang received Fan Zhengyang's explosive attack, he was so exhausted that he staggered and fell to the ground with a thud.

He was panting heavily, his clothes soaked with sweat, and his eyes were filled with confusion and despair.

He was stunned by the beating.

"Senior, shall we continue?" Fan Zhengyang's voice drifted over, like a demonic whisper from hell. "Or, shall I give you a break?"

"I...I'll fight you to the death!"

Zhang Mang used his racket to support himself on the ground and struggled to his feet. His once-proud physical abilities were now on the verge of collapse.

But he still served the final ball.

However, this shot was weak and powerless, and Fan Zhengyang seized the opportunity, launching a series of increasingly powerful smashes that pinned him to the spot.

10:1. Match point.

Fan Zhengyang has won the right to serve.

He looked at the dejected figure across the table and sighed softly. He wouldn't have wanted to beat his opponent so badly unless absolutely necessary, especially on his first day with the team.

Fan Zhenyang tossed the ball up, and this time, instead of serving, he gently flicked it with his racket, sending the ball to Zhang Mang's face.

This was a game of social etiquette and diplomacy. But in Zhang Mang's eyes, it was a far more cruel humiliation than a clean sweep of 11-0!

This is mercy from the victors!

Zhang Mang stared at the ball that slowly flew towards him, his body frozen in place, motionless.

All his fighting spirit and all his dignity were utterly shattered at this moment.

He slowly put down his racket.

"Clatter".

The racket fell to the ground.

He lost.

They lost completely, they lost wholeheartedly, and they lost so badly that they could no longer muster even the slightest desire to resist.

"I... admit defeat."

Those three words seemed to drain all the strength from his body.

The final score was 11-1.

But everyone knows that, including the three goals conceded and the final point conceded, it was actually a 15-1 massacre.

The entire training hall was deathly silent.

All the team members, including the female team members, looked at the calm and composed young man standing in front of the table tennis table with the same reverence one would show a god.

He used the most barbaric, direct, and incomprehensible method to tell everyone a fact—

He, Fan Zhengyang, is the king here!

[Ding! Temporary mission "Fighting Violence with Violence" completed! Reward: "Wang Chuqin - Emperor's Burst" technology module permanently installed!]

The system notification sounded like a triumphant song in Fan Zhengyang's mind.

He put away his racket, ignoring all the stares around him, and walked straight to Zhang Mang, who was slumped on the ground, and extended his hand.

"Get up, senior." His voice returned to calm. "Starting tomorrow, practice hard."

Zhang Mang looked up, stared at the hand outstretched in front of him, and at the face with a faint smile, and froze.

He hesitated for a moment, but finally took the hand.

The moment Fan Zhengyang easily pulled him up, he knew that from this day forward, the landscape of the Blue Ocean City table tennis team was truly about to change.