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

Read Chapter 60, "The Glory of the Champion," now to begin your exciting day.

Break between games.

Lin Yi sat on the sidelines, panting heavily, his pure white team uniform soaked with sweat.

His coach, an experienced middle-aged man, walked up to him, handed him a bottle of water, and said in a deep voice, "Xiao Yi, don't let him get into your rhythm. His style of play is unreasonable; he just uses absolute talent to crush you. You must be calmer than him and use your tactics to limit him and wear him down!"

Lin Yi didn't speak, but nodded silently, though his eyes held a complex expression.

tactics?

Faced with a monster that can predict your moves and counterattack in even more miraculous ways, any tactic seems so pale and powerless.

On the other hand, Fan Zhengyang seemed much more relaxed.

He even had the leisure to flash a "V" sign at the camera when it panned over, eliciting another round of frenzied screams from the female fans in the audience.

Coach Zhou Zhenhua was both amused and exasperated by his effortless demeanor.

"Kid, don't let your guard down," he warned. "Lin Yi is incredibly resilient; his heart is harder than steel. He'll definitely fight you to the death in the next round!"

"I know." Fan Zhengyang's smile faded, and his eyes sharpened. "So, I'm not going to play with him anymore."

"Huh?" Zhou Zhenhua was taken aback.

"Coach, have you ever seen someone who has absolutely no flaws?" Fan Zhengyang suddenly asked.

Before Zhou Zhenhua could answer, the bell rang to start the fourth game.

Fan Zhengyang stood up and walked towards the pool table.

The moment he turned around, his entire demeanor underwent a dramatic transformation!

If we say that in the first three games he was a demon king with a sharp edge and an overwhelming aura, then...

At this moment, he is like a war god who has returned to simplicity and is as calm as a still well!

All the sharp edges and edginess on him seemed to be subdued in that instant, replaced by a harmonious, perfect, and impeccable aura!

The fourth game begins.

Just as Zhou Zhenhua had predicted, Lin Yi began to fight for his life!

He relinquished some control, unleashing his unpredictable offensive talent to its fullest potential!

An unbelievable turn of the head to look at the moon!

A cleverly angled backhand diagonal slice from inside the table!

A powerful long-range jump that explodes into the air!

Every shot he hit was full of imagination and creativity, enough to keep Chen Mo busy!

But today he is facing a Fan Zhengyang who has entered "Hexagonal God of War" mode!

Faced with Lin Yi's dazzling, almost supernatural skills, Fan Zhengyang's response was incredibly simple—

Defense.

A defense so perfect it's breathtaking!

His strides were no longer wide-ranging sprints, but precise adjustments down to the centimeter level.

His returns were no longer earth-shattering smashes, but rather incredibly stable blocks and controls.

No matter how fast Lin Yi's ball is, it can't outpace his reaction.

Lin Yi's ball, no matter how much it spins, can't outspin his touch.

No matter how tricky Lin Yi's shot is, it can't outsmart his anticipation.

All flashes of inspiration and strokes of genius paled in comparison to Fan Zhengyang's impenetrable wall of sighs, proving futile.

"What... what's going on?"

"Why has Fan Zhengyang suddenly stopped attacking?"

"No! Look! He's not refusing to attack, he's completely denying Lin Yi any chance to attack! His defense is too solid! As solid as a machine!"

In the stands, head coach Wang Dehai suddenly stood up from his seat, his eyes filled with shock and ecstasy!

"A perfect transition between offense and defense! This kid actually grasped the highest level of balance between offense and defense during the game! He's a monster! A true monster!"

Lin Yi on the field was also about to go crazy.

He felt like he was playing chess with a powerful AI, and all his ingenious calculations were neutralized one by one by the AI ​​in the simplest, most unpretentious, yet most impeccable way.

This feeling of powerlessness is even more despairing than being violently crushed by the other party!

The score is gradually widening.

6:3、8:4、10:5！

Match point!

In the final point, Lin Yi risked all his dignity, serving a high-quality serve and then taking the initiative to launch a furious series of attacks!

But Fan Zhengyang calmly and methodically defended against all of Lin Yi's attacks.

When the battle reached its tenth point, Lin Yi's stamina finally reached its limit, and his return shot had a half-high opportunity!

It's now!

Fan Zhengyang, who had been in a defensive posture, suddenly had a dazzling light flash in his eyes!

His long-suppressed aura erupted at this moment!

Instead of using his forehand, he ended the fight with a classic and iconic move!

"Overlord Twist!!!"

"call out--!"

White lightning once again tore through the sky!

The ball landed with a thud!

11: 5!

The final score is 3-1!

The match is over!

That iconic domineering twist, like a celestial being descending from the heavens, exploded with a deafening roar on Lin Yi's half of the platform, and the whole world seemed to be put on slow motion.

Lin Yi stood there, watching the small white ball bounce high into the air, a relieved smile on his face.

He lost, lost to that... godlike boy.

They accepted their defeat wholeheartedly and had no complaints.

He has given his all on this table, delivering the most exciting and exhilarating match of his career.

"Clatter".

The ball landed gently.

Time resumed its flow.

"boom--!!!!!"

The next second, the entire stadium erupted in a frenzied cheer that seemed to lift the entire stadium upside down!

"Champions! Champions! We are the champions!"

"Yang Shen is awesome—(voice cracks)! You are my god!"

"May Emperor Fan Tian enjoy great military fortune! May he unify the land! May his reign last for ten thousand generations!"

Countless ribbons and glow sticks were thrown down from all directions of the stands, like a colorful meteor shower.

The fans at the scene, whether they were supporters of Yang Shen or Prince Yi, generously gave their warmest applause and the wildest shouts to the figure standing in the center of the table tennis table.

Fan Zhengyang raised his right hand high, clenched it into a fist, and let out a long roar!

The passion and fighting spirit that had been building up in his heart for so long were released in the most exhilarating way at this moment!

Cool!

That's fucking awesome!

This is the kind of battle he wanted! This is the kind of victory he wanted!

on the rostrum.

Wang Dehai, the head coach of the provincial team, could no longer maintain his composure in the face of adversity. He suddenly stood up from his seat, clapping his hands vigorously, his eyes filled with undisguised joy and excitement!

"A prodigy! A prodigy indeed!" he murmured, his voice trembling slightly. "His offense is like a thunderbolt, his defense like an unyielding rock! His technique, mentality, and table tennis intelligence are all top-notch! The future of table tennis in our province... our nation, is in our hands!"

His coaching team members were also visibly shocked and completely convinced.