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

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However, just as Liu Bin's racket was about to touch the ball, he sensed something was wrong again!

The billiard ball flew through the air with a strong spin, heading "thief" to the side and downwards!

This is an incredibly powerful sidespin shot! It has absolutely nothing to do with backspin!

"Grass!"

Liu Bin cursed inwardly, trying to force a change in his technique, using the racket face to wrap around the ball.

But it was too late!

His racket barely grazed the edge of the ball.

"call out--"

As if by magic, the billiard ball flew out of bounds at an odd angle!

5: 0!

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

Liu Bin was completely dumbfounded.

He felt that his worldview on billiards was being ruthlessly overturned.

How can a single serve contain so many variations? How did he manage to do that?

"Coach Liu, there's only one point left." Fan Zhengyang's voice, like a devil's whisper, rang out again. "You'd better catch it. I'm going to show you my true skills for this last point."

"You...!" Liu Bin was so angry he almost vomited blood.

So after all that, you didn't even use your real skills for the first two balls?

You're trying to kill me by hurting my spirit!

Liu Bin took a deep breath. He knew he had no way out. If he missed this last ball, he, as the provincial team coach, would lose face in Lanhai City today!

He decided to stop judging the rotation!

He wanted to use the simplest, but safest, method—wait for the ball to bounce up, and at its highest point, use a powerful forehand smash to send the ball flying!

As long as I'm strong enough and fast enough, no matter what kind of spin you're using, I'll crush you with one blow!

"Come on, kid! Let me see what you've got!" Liu Bin adopted a sideways, forehand attack stance, his eyes more focused than ever before.

Fan Zhengyang smiled.

"As you wish."

He served for the third time.

Same pose, same covering!

The same amazing wrist feint!

At the moment of impact, his wrist suddenly dipped downwards, while simultaneously using the very edge of the racket face to rapidly brush the ball upwards from the lower right side!

This is a spiral serve that combines sidespin and strong backspin!

Moreover, the ball landed in an extremely tricky spot!

It landed in the left corner of the table, an absolute dead end!

After the ball landed, it did not bounce forward, but instead, due to the strong side spin, it suddenly turned sideways to the outside of Liu Bin's body!

"What?!"

Liu Bin's pupils dilated in shock!

He anticipated a long ball and had already prepared to retreat and turn sideways.

But he never dreamed that Fan Zhengyang's serve would be an extremely short, "suicidal" serve with a side bend!

He tried to step forward to catch it, but his center of gravity had already shifted backward, and it was too late!

He could only watch helplessly as the white billiard ball, like a mischievous sprite, bounced once on his table, then gracefully veered off the line and rolled to the ground.

From the moment the ball was served until it landed, Liu Bin didn't even swing his racket once.

A direct point from a serve!

An Ace Ball!

6: 00.

After conceding three goals, the game seemed to be over.

The entire training hall was deathly silent.

Everyone seemed frozen in place, staring blankly at the nonchalant young man on the field and the petrified provincial team coach on the other side of the table.

What did they see?

miracle!

They witnessed a miracle firsthand!

Three serves, three completely different and utterly unpredictable spins!

Three serves, three completely different ways of handling them!

Three serves, three points directly!

The most terrifying thing is that the opponent, a former provincial team player and now the provincial team assistant coach, was completely helpless against these three serves, just like a beginner who had just learned to play!

That's not a serve at all!

This is magic! It's sorcery!

Fan Zhengyang slowly straightened up, walked to the net, picked up the ball that had rolled to the ground, and then walked up to Liu Bin, who was already questioning his existence.

He passed the ball over with a warm, harmless smile on his face.

"Coach Liu, it's your turn to serve."

"Did you...see my serve clearly?"

The provincial team's special envoy felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and his whole body went numb.

Can you see clearly?

See it clearly?!

His mind was now filled with the afterimages of those three bizarre serves—the spin, the landing point, the speed—each one like an unsolvable math problem, swirling wildly in his head, making him dizzy and disoriented.

He felt that his worldview of billiards, which he had been immersed in for more than 20 years, was completely shattered at this moment, and then Fan Zhengyang stomped on the ground and crushed him several times, and finally spat on him.

shame!

An unprecedented and utterly humiliating disgrace!

He, a provincial team assistant coach, came down to inspect a city team, only to be utterly defeated by a mere kid with three serves, without even a single swing of his racket!

If this gets back to the provincial team, how will Liu Bin ever be able to face the industry again? Won't he become the laughing stock of the entire Chinese table tennis world?

Thinking of this, an uncontrollable rage surged from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head!

Reason? Grace?

Screw rationality and composure! All I want to do right now is flip the table!

"Foul! That's a foul!"

Liu Bin slammed his racket to the ground, pointed at Fan Zhengyang's nose, and let out a hysterical roar!

His face, contorted with extreme anger, looked particularly ferocious.

"That's not a serve! You're using your body to cover yourself! You're blatantly obstructing the serve! You...you're cheating!"

His powerful roar finally brought the city team members, who were still in shock, back to their senses.

"To block the serve?"

Is there such a rule in the International Table Tennis Federation?

The team members were buzzing with discussion. Although they didn't understand it, they were deeply moved. The way they looked at Fan Zhengyang had changed from awe to reverence, as if they were looking at a "living fossil."

Coach Zhou Zhenhua was also completely dumbfounded at this moment.

He has coached for half his life and believes he has seen at least eight hundred, if not a thousand, geniuses, but he has never seen anyone like Fan Zhengyang who can play the serve so skillfully and magically!

Was that serve really a foul?

He carefully recalled every detail of what had just happened.

At the moment Fan Zhengyang tossed the ball, his body did indeed rotate rapidly, which, from certain angles, seemed to obscure the hand movements at the moment of impact.

However, the blocking time was extremely short, and the movement was very smooth and natural, unlike those low-level fouls that involve deliberately using the arm to block.

This is more like a god-level technique that exploits loopholes in the rules!