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

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"Okay." Unexpectedly, Wei Gang didn't ask any further questions. He simply took out a bunch of keys from his pocket and tossed them to him. "The smart training room on the basement floor is yours from today onwards. But let me remind you, it's good for young people to be energetic, but don't ruin yourself through overtraining. Scientific training is more important than just burying yourself in hard work."

"Thank you, Instructor Wei! I understand!" Fan Zhengyang was overjoyed. He grabbed the key and ran off like he had found a treasure.

Watching his excited back, Wei Gang's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile.

"This kid, he really can't stay still for a moment..."

From that day on, Fan Zhengyang became a mysterious figure who was rarely seen.

During the day, he still participates in group training, but he disappears immediately when it's time for free practice.

He often disappeared after the dormitory lights were turned off at night.

All the team members knew was that every night, a dense, whooshing sound, like a storm passing through, could be heard coming from the basement.

Fan Zhengyang was shirtless, his muscles bulging, and sweat streamed down his bronze skin, pooling on the ground.

His legs were slightly bent, his waist and abdomen were taut, and his right arm was like a fully drawn bow.

"drink!"

With a low growl, his body suddenly leaned forward, his waist and abdomen instantly exerting force, which flowed through his arms and finally into his wrists!

With a speed too fast for the naked eye to detect, the wrist twists forward and upward with a sudden "twist"!

"call--!"

The air was torn apart, producing a sharp, explosive sound.

[Ding! Valid swings +1, current progress: 7854/100000.]

In his mind, the system's counter faithfully recorded every effort he made.

day to day.

Swing, sweat, exhaustion, rest, then swing again...

The process was extremely tedious, but Fan Zhengyang enjoyed it immensely.

He could clearly feel that his wrists were becoming stronger and stronger, and his core strength in his waist and abdomen was becoming stronger. Every swing of the racket was smoother and more explosive than the last!

He was so engrossed in this visible increase in strength that he couldn't extricate himself.

……

A week passed quickly.

The day of the team's first official joint practice has arrived.

On this day, Fan Zhengyang dragged his leaden legs into the training hall.

The intense training these past few days had almost completely drained his energy. He felt like his body had been hollowed out, every muscle protesting with soreness, especially his right wrist, which was so weak and sore that he could barely grip the racket.

But he had no choice; this was his first official training session since joining the team, and he absolutely could not miss it.

As the joint training session began, Coach Wei Gang announced that the team would conduct intra-team scrimmage.

As soon as the group assignments were announced, Gao Peng immediately gave a knowing smile.

His opponent was Fan Zhengyang.

"Hey, isn't this our champion?" Gao Peng swaggered over, racket in hand, and gently patted Fan Zhengyang's shoulder with the edge of his racket. "Come on, junior brother, let your senior brother give you a good 'test' and see just how valuable your National Youth Championship title really is."

His tone was full of sarcasm and provocation.

The surrounding teammates also stopped what they were doing and gathered around, ready to watch the show.

Newcomers challenging veterans is a traditional event that the provincial team enjoys seeing.

Fan Zhengyang gave a bitter smile to himself.

What I feared most came to pass.

Unfortunately, he ran into this "heavy artillery" that was most eager to cause trouble when he was at his worst.

He felt like a mage whose mana had been drained, possessing a wealth of powerful skills but unable to unleash a single one.

"Brother Feng, how many points do you think this kid can last?" Baby-faced Li Yan leaned close to Captain Chen Feng and whispered gossip.

Chen Feng calmly observed the field and said lightly, "It's hard to say. Gao Peng is very strong, and if Fan Zhengyang isn't in good form, it will be difficult for him to fight."

Game start.

Gao Peng serves.

Without any probing, he immediately launched a powerful, headlong shot at Fan Zhengyang's wide forehand angle.

Normally, Fan Zhengyang would have a hundred ways to easily deal with this, or even directly turn the tables and charge in, taking the initiative.

But today, his body reacted a beat slower.

By the time he managed to move into position and hastily began to hit the ball, it had already passed the optimal hitting point.

"Bang!"

A high, weightless arc flew past limply.

"Chance!"

A glint flashed in Gao Peng's eyes; he had been waiting for this moment. He took a large stride, his body like a fully drawn bow, his arm lashing out like a whip!

"roar!"

With a loud shout, his powerful forehand smash, like a cannonball, slammed into Fan Zhengyang's table tennis table!

"boom!"

Before Fan Zhengyang could even react, the white billiard ball slammed into the barrier behind him with a loud bang.

1: 0.

"Hahaha! That's it?" Gao Peng laughed smugly. "Junior brother, that shot of yours wasn't powerful enough!"

Fan Zhengyang ignored him, silently picked up the ball, and shook his aching wrist.

He knew that today's game would be difficult.

Fan Zhengyang's steps couldn't keep up, and he couldn't generate any power. His proud Overlord Twist was weak and powerless when he swung it, and Gao Peng countered with a single blow, killing him instantly.

He could only rely on his rich experience and awareness to barely manage to deal with the other party.

"Snapped!"

7: 2.

"Snapped!"

9: 3.

"Snapped!"

11: 4.

In the first game, Fan Zhengyang suffered a crushing defeat.

The team members around him went from initial anticipation to surprise, and finally to undisguised disappointment and mockery.

"What the hell? Is this what champion level is like?"

"I thought they were really that good. With this reaction speed, they can't even match the second team, can they?"

"Looks like they got lucky at the Youth Championships, as they happened to run into Lin Yi when he wasn't in good form."

"I knew it! How strong could someone who came up from the city team be?"

The various discussions, neither too loud nor too soft, were just enough to reach Fan Zhengyang's ears.

The situation did not improve in the second game.

Fan Zhengyang was still powerless and was crushed by Gao Peng, who scored another 11-5.

Trailing 0-2.

The outcome of the match has already been decided.

As Gao Peng got into the game, he became increasingly smug. He began to deliberately slow down the pace and use some theatrical shots to "humiliate" Fan Zhengyang, which drew laughter from his henchmen.

The third game ended with a score of 11-6.

The final score was 3-0, with Gao Peng winning decisively.

As the last ball landed, Gao Peng let out a triumphant roar and tossed his racket into the air.

He walked up to Fan Zhengyang, who was panting heavily, and, imitating Chen Feng's actions earlier, reached out and patted him heavily on the shoulder.

"Xiao Fan," he deliberately drawled, speaking with the air of someone who'd been there before, "your skills are passable. But today, I didn't even use my full strength, afraid of dampening your spirit right from the start."

He paused, then continued earnestly, "The title of 'genius' doesn't work once you get to the provincial team. You really need to keep working hard. Solidify your foundation and stop dreaming of instant success."

His words sounded like polite encouragement, but the upturned corners of his mouth and the smugness in his eyes were full of a senior’s admonition and lesson to a junior.

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