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

Fan Zhengyang walked alone towards the locker room.

The provincial team's locker room was spacious and bright, with rows of neat metal lockers gleaming coldly.

The names and photos of the team members are pasted on the cabinet doors.

He spotted them immediately: Chen Feng, Li Yan, and Gao Peng's cabinets occupied the prime spot closest to the door, showcasing their unshakeable status.

The cabinet assigned to him was in the deepest, most inconspicuous corner, right next to the cleaning tool room, as if it were a forgotten world.

He walked to his cabinet, opened the door, and put his luggage inside.

Throughout the process, people came and went in the locker room, with team members constantly coming in to change clothes and get things, but no one took the initiative to talk to him.

They would greet each other warmly, joke around with their arms around each other's shoulders, and discuss the technical details of the training they had just finished. But whenever they passed by Fan Zhengyang, they would subconsciously keep a distance, as if there was an invisible "barrier" around him.

This is a subtle, unspoken form of exclusion.

It is not malicious bullying, but a collective indifference from the "old order" towards "outsiders".

In this way, they expressed their attitude: Kid, you're strong, but this is our territory. Want to join us? Prove you're worthy first!

Fan Zhengyang didn't care at all.

He even found it a little funny.

These "older brothers," whose average age is several years older than him, are really quite childish playing this high school-like isolation act.

What kind of workplace intrigue hadn't he seen in his past life? This little scene was nothing to him.

He changed into his brand-new provincial team uniform; that familiar blue color gave him a sense of peace.

He took out the Dawnbreaker, gently tracing the golden lightning bolt pattern on the racket face with his fingertips, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"That's interesting."

"It seems... if I want these senior brothers to willingly call me Brother Yang, I'll have to loosen their muscles first."

He walked out of the locker room, facing dozens of complex gazes from inside the training hall, and headed straight for an empty table tennis table.

He didn't go to anyone; he just picked up a ball from the basket and started juggling it by himself.

"Tap, tap, tap..."

The crisp sound, though unusually clear in the noisy training hall, seemed to carry a unique rhythm that drew everyone's attention.

They saw that the isolated newcomer showed no signs of frustration or unease on his face.

He juggled the ball with light steps and a composed demeanor, even humming a tuneless little melody.

That composure and calmness were out of place with the tense and serious atmosphere around him, yet they exuded a powerful confidence that was impossible to ignore.

Gao Peng snorted coldly and whispered to Li Yan beside him, "Just putting on an act! Let's see how long he can be so smug!"

Li Yan stroked his chin, his eyes gleaming with a fox-like light, and chuckled with interest, "Don't you think... he's quite amusing? Like a little tiger that's wandered into a pack of wolves... I just wonder if his teeth are sharp enough."

Captain Chen Feng only glanced at it from afar before turning his attention back to his own racket-swinging practice.

But only he knew that the rhythm of his swing was slightly off compared to usual.

A silent storm is brewing within this solemn training hall.

The days after settling down in the provincial team were surprisingly peaceful.

There were no difficulties or malicious provocations as expected. Apart from the invisible "barrier" that still existed during training, everything seemed to be in good order.

Fan Zhengyang was happy to have some free time, so he devoted all his time and energy to intense training.

During the day, he followed the team's rhythm and meticulously completed all the training tasks assigned by Coach Wei Gang. His hard work in training surprised even the veteran players who had originally wanted to see him fail.

But at night, when everyone is asleep, Fan Zhengyang's "second training ground" is just beginning.

Inside the virtual training space.

He unhesitatingly poured all 1000 inheritance points he earned in the provincial youth competition into his most beloved skill – "Overlord Twist".

As points were injected, the proficiency bar for the "Overlord Twist" skill on the system interface grew rapidly, eventually settling at the bottleneck of "Mastery (99/100)," just one point away from breaking through.

At the same time, countless technical details about the Overlord Twist, power generation techniques, and the experience of legendary player Zang Jike in using it under various extreme conditions flooded into his mind like a tidal wave.

He felt that his understanding of the technology had reached a whole new level.

Previously, when he used the Overlord Twist, he relied more on the feel and physical instincts provided by the system.

Now, he truly understands the "soul" of this technology—the violent aesthetics of concentrating all the body's strength in the wrist in an instant, unleashing a thunderous force within a small space!

However, just as he was preparing to make a final push and break through that last bottleneck, the system's notification sound rang out at an inopportune moment.

However, just as he was preparing to make a final push and break through that last bottleneck, the system's notification sound rang out at an inopportune moment.

[Ding! It has been detected that the host's skill "Overlord Twist" has reached the mastery level bottleneck. An expert-level breakthrough mission is about to be initiated!]

[Mission Name: The Devilish Muscle Man Crash Course!]

[Task objective: In the real world, complete 100,000 repetitions of the standard "Overlord Flick" swing within one week.]

[Task Requirements: Each swing must reach the standard power level determined by the system; otherwise, it will not be counted as a swing.]

[Mission Rewards: 1. Overlord Twist skill upgraded to Expert level; 2. Host's core explosive power and wrist strength permanently increased by 10%!]

[Task penalty: None. However, if it cannot be completed within one week, the task will automatically fail and cannot be triggered again for three months.]

"100,000 times? Within a week? And each time with standard force?"

Fan Zhengyang's eyes twitched involuntarily as he looked at the task.

This isn't just a "liver" problem anymore, it's practically "cirrhosis"!

On average, this requires more than 14,000 high-quality swings per day. The physical strain on the body, especially the wrists and core muscles, is astronomical.

As expected of the "Devil Muscle Man" project, the system is really pushing him to the limit!

But when he saw the expert-level skill upgrade and the permanent 10% attribute boost, the extinguished flame in his eyes suddenly reignited.

It's done!

So what if it's 100,000 times? Just use your liver!

How can a man say he can't do it!

Early the next morning, Fan Zhengyang found Coach Wei Gang, who was supervising the training.

"Coach Wei, I would like to request a private training room."

Wei Gang was watching one of his teammates' movements. Hearing this, he didn't even turn his head, and said in a flat tone, "Reason."

"I want to practice more."

"The whole team is doing extra training, isn't there enough room for you to practice?"

"Not enough." Fan Zhengyang's answer was straightforward. "My training volume is quite high, and... I'm afraid of disturbing the other senior brothers."

Wei Gang finally turned around, his sharp eyes scanning him up and down, as if to say: What kind of trouble are you up to now?