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

Liu Bin slowly stood up, took off his suit jacket, revealing a fairly well-maintained physique underneath.

He picked up a spare racket from the side, weighed it in his hand, and then looked at Fan Zhengyang with disdain, saying, "Kid, you have commendable courage. Since you're so ambitious, I'll make an exception and personally 'give you some pointers'."

He walked to the other side of the pool table and said arrogantly in a condescending tone, "How about this, since you're young, I'll give you a three-ball handicap."

He held up three fingers and waved them in front of Fan Zhengyang.

"To avoid word getting out that I, a provincial team coach, am bullying the weak."

This arrogant attitude is so similar to how Zhang Mang challenged Fan Zhengyang back then!

History always repeats itself in surprising ways.

Fan Zhengyang looked at him with an innocent smile on his face.

"Alright." He nodded readily. "Then... please go easy on me, Coach Liu."

But what he was thinking was:

Three goals down?

well.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the entire training hall instantly became strange.

The city team members were all barely suppressing their laughter, their shoulders twitching constantly, their eyes filled with sympathy and schadenfreude as they looked at Liu Bin.

"Why does this dialogue sound so familiar?"

"Holy crap, a classic remake! I think that's what Brother Mang said back then too?"

"Oh no, Coach Liu has triggered Yang Ge's 'Give You Three Goals' passive skill!"

"Let's have a moment of silence, family members! I can already picture Coach Liu questioning the meaning of life."

Only Liu Bin himself was still immersed in the thought of "educating" a genius, completely unaware that he had already stepped into the gates of hell.

He stood calmly opposite the pool table, even putting one hand behind his back, striking a pose of "a master pointing out the world," indicating to Fan Zhengyang that he could begin.

Just then, the pleasant system notification sound arrived in Fan Zhengyang's mind as scheduled!

[Ding! The host has been detected facing a classic "I'll let you win three goals" bragging scenario, triggering a face-slapping mission!]

[Task Title: The Art of Serving!]

[Mission Objective: Serve three times and score directly!]

[Task Description: Let him know that sometimes the game is already over the moment the ball is served!]

[Mission Reward: Officially unlock the unpredictable and powerful blocking serve system of Liang Shuai, the legendary "First Grand Slam Champion" of the Chinese national table tennis team!]

[Skill Introduction: This serve system is the most controversial yet most powerful weapon in table tennis history! By using proper body rotation and ball toss timing, a brief visual obstruction is created at the moment of impact. Combined with masterful wrist movements, it can produce a ball with completely unpredictable spin, landing point, and speed. This skill single-handedly forced the International Table Tennis Federation to change its rules!]

Fan Zhengyang's eyes lit up instantly!

Liang Shuai! Block the serve!

That was an "ancient divine skill" that countless veteran fans talked about with great relish before time travel!

In an era without the rule of no obstruction, Liang Shuai relied on his unpredictable serve to become invincible and the early ruler of the Blue Star table tennis world.

System, you're such a sweet and considerate person!

Knowing I was going to show off, they even specially sent me the ultimate "show-off artifact"!

Fan Zhengyang was overjoyed, but he kept a straight face. He picked up the ball and walked to the service area.

He looked at Liu Bin, who was standing opposite him with one hand behind his back and an arrogant expression, and silently mourned for him for three seconds.

"Coach Liu, shall I begin?" Fan Zhengyang "friendly" reminded him.

"Hurry up, stop dawdling, I'm in a rush." ​​Liu Bin waved his hand impatiently.

"Okay."

Fan Zhengyang nodded, and then his entire aura subtly changed at that moment.

He gently held the ball in his left palm, his body slightly turned to the side. This preparatory posture looked quite ordinary.

However, the instant he tossed the ball upwards, his body moved!

His body spun around his left foot in a very small but lightning-fast motion!

This turn perfectly created a visual blind spot of a fraction of a second between his left shoulder and upper body and the referee's and his own line of sight!

In the instant this blind spot formed, his right wrist made a series of dazzling feints!

His wrist first flicked outwards, as if preparing to generate a strong sidespin topspin. Then, it slashed downwards sharply, seemingly with a sidespin backspin. But finally, at the very moment the racket made contact with the ball, his wrist flicked subtly at an extremely concealed angle, using the side of the racket head to brush the bottom of the ball!

All the movements were performed in one smooth motion, at an extreme speed!

From Liu Bin's perspective, he only saw Fan Zhengyang toss the ball up, his body sway slightly, and then the ball came over. He couldn't see what movement Fan Zhengyang's wrist made at all!

"Playing tricks!"

Liu Bin sneered inwardly. Based on his years of experience, he judged that this was most likely a common short ball with sidespin.

He stepped forward, lowered his body, and prepared to gently flick the ball back to Fan Zhengyang's net.

However, the moment his racket touched the ball, his expression suddenly changed drastically!

The strong backspin he had anticipated did not materialize at all!

What I felt from the racket face was an empty, almost non-rotating sensation!

This is a... non-spinning ball!

"not good!"

Liu Bin was shocked, but it was too late to stop.

He misjudged the ball and sent it too high!

The white billiard ball traced a harmless parabola and flew straight out of the baseline of the table!

1: 0!

"Huh?" Liu Bin was stunned. He stared at the ball that had flown out of bounds, his face full of disbelief.

Why isn't it turning? His movement just now was clearly...

He began to carefully recall every detail of Fan Zhengyang's serve, but his mind was completely blank.

Too fast! I can't even see it!

"Coach Liu, thank you for conceding. There are still two points left." Fan Zhengyang's voice drifted over.

"Hmph! Just lucky!" Liu Bin said stubbornly, but the relaxed look on his face had changed to a serious one.

He repositioned himself, this time focusing all his attention on Fan Zhengyang's wrist.

Fan Zhengyang serves again.

Same starting position, same ball toss, same body rotation to cover!

This time, Liu Bin stared wide-eyed at Fan Zhengyang's wrist.

He saw that Fan Zheng-yang's wrist made an extremely realistic upward flicking motion before hitting the ball, as if he was about to serve a fast-spinning topspin ball... no, it was a long topspin ball.

"A feint! This time it's definitely backspin!" Liu Bin thought to himself with a cold snort. He had learned from the previous ball, and this time, he was prepared to use a backhand topspin to deal with the ball that he judged to be "sidespin".

He leaned forward, his wrists turned inward, assuming a standard twisting and pulling posture.