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

"Fine! Fine! Fine!" Liu Bin laughed angrily. He broke free from his teammates' support, stood up again, and straightened his somewhat disheveled clothes.

Although his face still bore the marks of lingering anger, his eyes had become unusually cold and sinister.

He knew that if he didn't regain his footing today, he, Liu Bin, would truly become a laughingstock in the provincial table tennis world.

He picked up another racket, walked to the other side of the table, and said in a hoarse voice, "Kid, don't think you're so great just because you know a few fancy serves! Let's have a real game! Let me see what real skills you have besides these shady tricks!"

He wants to use a formal match to salvage his already shattered dignity.

"Oh? Coach Liu still wants to play?" Fan Zhengyang said, feigning surprise. "I thought you were going to just declare me a foul and then send me home."

"Enough with the nonsense! I'm just asking if you dare!" Liu Bin roared.

"Sure." Fan Zhengyang shrugged indifferently. "Since Coach Liu is in such a good mood, I'll gladly keep you company and entertain you for a bit."

A spontaneous yet highly anticipated showdown has officially begun!

The surrounding team members automatically split into two factions.

The male team members, led by Zhang Mang and Chen Mo, spontaneously stood behind Fan Zhengyang, acting as his support group, all eager to cheer him on.

"Yang-ge! Don't give him any face!"

"Let him know that he can't just mess with the table tennis in Blue Ocean City!"

"Go Yang Ge! Show us your style!"

Meanwhile, the girls on the women's team formed a stunningly beautiful cheerleading squad, their eyes shining as they watched Fan Zhengyang and whispered their encouragement.

"Senior Fan is so handsome! Even his sarcastic remarks are so stylish!"

"Come on! You have to beat that annoying guy!"

Seeing this scene, Liu Bin's expression turned even more grim.

Good grief, I haven't even started fighting yet, and I've already become the enemy of the whole team? You've offended me, so don't even think about getting any good resources in the future.

"Hmph! A bunch of frogs in a well!" He sneered inwardly, channeling all his anger into motivation for the competition.

The match begins, and Liu Bin serves.

As a former provincial team member, his basic skills are quite solid.

He served a high-quality short, backspin ball that was short, spinny, and extremely tricky at the angle.

If it were any other player on the city team facing this ball, they would most likely have to carefully chip it back, and then find themselves on the defensive.

However, he was facing Fan Zhengyang.

Fan Zhengyang moved his feet lightly, leaned forward, and flicked his wrist at an unbelievable angle.

"Overlord Twist!"

"call out--!"

A white bolt of lightning once again ripped across the sky!

Although Liu Bin was prepared, he only felt the suffocating pressure when he actually faced the ball!

The ball is moving too fast! The spin is too strong!

He barely managed to turn to the side and hastily blocked with his forehand.

"Bang!"

The ball flew out of bounds.

7: 0.

"pretty!"

"Yang Ge is awesome!"

The "family and friends" behind him erupted in thunderous cheers.

Liu Bin's face was so dark it looked like it could drip water.

He used all his skills on the next few balls.

He would sometimes launch surprise attacks with long serves, sometimes control the ball with short serves, and sometimes try to move Fan Zhengyang around by changing the rhythm.

But it's completely useless!

Compared to Fan Zhengyang, who possesses the perfect hexagonal imperial template, his so-called tactical variations are as childish and laughable as children playing house.

No matter what kind of ball he serves, Fan Zhengyang always manages to strike directly in the most unreasonable yet most effective way!

Overlord's Twist! Fierce Turn to Straight Line! Emperor's Burst!

Fan Zhengyang effortlessly combined legendary skills into a dazzling yet deadly combo, leaving Liu Bin utterly helpless.

Once the game reaches a stalemate, it will be Liu Bin's nightmare.

Fan Zhengyang's violent attacks, which combined multiple unique skills, were like a storm, wave after wave, without end.

Liu Bin felt like a small boat in a raging storm, struggling to survive under the enemy's terrifying firepower, and could be smashed to pieces at any moment.

The score was quickly widened.

8:0、9:0、10:0！

Match point!

The entire training hall fell into a deathly silence once again.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for that final point.

They wanted to see if Fan Zhengyang would shave the provincial team coach's head in a humiliating way!

Liu Bin's face was ashen, his shirt soaked with sweat, clinging tightly to his body, making him look utterly disheveled. His eyes were filled with despair and humiliation.

He knew he had lost, lost utterly.

His only thought now is not to be completely humiliated, but to at least win one point and retain a shred of dignity.

It was Fan Zhengyang's turn to serve.

Everyone thought that Fan Zhengyang would end the match with a stunning serve.

However, to everyone's surprise, Fan Zhengyang served a completely harmless half-high ball this time.

The ball was soft and fluffy, like a feeding ball, and was sent directly to Liu Bin's forehand position.

"What... what is this?"

"Did Yang make a mistake?"

"No! He did it on purpose! He's trying to throw the point!"

The team members instantly understood Fan Zhengyang's intention.

Liu Bin was also stunned. He looked at the half-high ball that seemed to be beckoning to him and was full of "goodwill," and his heart was filled with mixed feelings.

He knew that this was a blatant humiliation of him!

Answer or not answer?

If you accept it, you are accepting charity from the other party, and you will lose face.

If we don't accept, it'll be 0:11, a complete shutout, which is also a great humiliation!

This is a difficult choice, a calculated and ruthless scheme!

In the end, the desire for victory triumphed over that pitiful pride.

Liu Bin gritted his teeth, swung his racket, and smashed the ball that had been given to him with all his might!

"Bang!"

10: 1.

He finally got a point.

However, there was no joy on his face; instead, it burned as if he had been slapped hard.

The surrounding teammates, witnessing this scene, could only describe their feelings in one word—

Cool!

That's fucking awesome!

This feeling is even better than winning a game!

Seeing the provincial team coach, who had previously been arrogant and domineering, now standing there dejectedly like a defeated rooster, they felt that all the humiliation they had suffered over the past few hours had vanished!

What does it mean to kill someone by destroying their spirit?

This is what you call killing someone by destroying their spirit!

What is a high-level slap in the face?

That's what you call a high-level slap in the face!

Yang-ge, YYDS!

After scoring this point, Liu Bin seemed like a deflated balloon, unable to muster any more fighting spirit.

His next serve went straight into the net.

11: 1.

competition is over.

A complete and utter crushing defeat, from technical to psychological.

Fan Zhengyang didn't even break a sweat.

He walked to the net, still sporting that warm smile: "Thank you for your kind words, Coach Liu. Your guidance has benefited me immensely."

Liu Bin's face had completely lost all color.

He felt as if everyone's gaze was like sharp steel needles piercing his body, making him feel utterly ashamed.

He couldn't say a word, he just silently picked up his suit jacket, didn't look at anyone, and walked quickly out of the training hall like a stray dog.

That figure looked utterly disheveled.