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

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Head coach's office.

Wei Gang sat behind his desk and brought up the base's training management system.

He clicked on Fan Zhengyang's name to view his training records for the week.

When he saw the data displayed on the screen, even a seasoned coach like him, who had seen it all, couldn't help but have his pupils shrink suddenly!

Training duration: An average of 8 hours per day...

Training Program: Intensive Training of a Single Technical Module...

"Total number of completions... ten... one hundred thousand?!"

Wei Gang suddenly stood up from his chair, leaned close to the screen, and repeatedly checked the zero after the number.

That's right, five zeros!

One hundred thousand times!

Complete 100,000 repetitions of a single technique within a week!

Is this...is this madness?!

Is this the amount of training a human could possibly complete?!

He immediately accessed the intelligent surveillance video.

On the screen, a picture appeared of Fan Zhengyang sweating profusely in a quiet room.

He was shirtless, his muscles clearly defined, and he put all his strength into every swing of the racket, his whole body soaked in sweat.

Once, twice, a thousand times, ten thousand times...

The scene fast-forwards, and the tireless figure, like a wound-up robot, repeats the same action.

Wei Gang recognized that gesture at a glance!

It's the Overlord Spin! It's Fan Zhenyang's signature Overlord Spin, a move that others struggle to learn. It's the Overlord Spin that decided the game in the Youth Championship final!

Wei Gang's fingers trembled slightly as he opened the "Motion Intelligence Analysis" module attached to the training system.

This is a cutting-edge technology that the provincial team has invested heavily in. It can capture every detail of an athlete's movements through high-speed cameras and compare them with perfect models stored in the database, ultimately giving a comprehensive score from 0 to 10.

He selected a swing by Fan Zhengyang on the last day of training when he was almost exhausted.

The system began analyzing rapidly:

[Animation Model: Overlord Twist]

[Timing of the attack: 9.9 points (perfect)]

[Waist and Abdominal Conduction: 9.7 points (Excellent)]

[Wrist Explosion: 9.9 points (Perfect)]

[Motor coordination: 9.6 points (Excellent)]

【…】

Overall rating: 9.8 (Legendary)

9.8 points!

Wei Gang gasped!

This scoring system is extremely rigorous. The "perfect model" in the database is built based on the peak data of all legendary players in history.

Let alone the provincial teams, even the national team's "big bosses" would find it difficult to get a rating higher than 9.5 in their most proficient techniques.

Fan Zhengyang, a boy who had just turned 17, scored a near-perfect 9.8 points despite being extremely fatigued!

What terrifying talent and control!

Wei Gang refused to believe it, so he pulled up the training data of team captain Chen Feng.

Chen Feng's best technique is the forehand topspin, and the video selected was of Chen Feng's best swing.

Overall Score: 9.2 (National Level)

With a score of 9.2, this is the highest score in the provincial team, enough to make him stand out from the crowd.

But compared to Fan Zhengyang's abnormal 9.8 points, it seemed so dim and lackluster.

"A monster...a real monster..." Wei Gang muttered to himself. He finally understood what kind of treasure the provincial team had brought.

I finally understand why Fan Zhengyang lost so badly today.

After a week of grueling training, his body was already in a state of severe "overload," with his muscles and nerves on the verge of collapse.

The fact that he's even standing on the table today is already a miracle of willpower. (We won't discuss whether the training methods are scientifically sound here; it's fiction, just wishful thinking.)

Wei Gang shut down the system and remained silent for a long time.

Then he picked up the team communicator on the table and pressed the button to broadcast to the whole team.

His voice, broadcast clearly, reached every corner of the training hall and the ears of every team member who was jumping around.

"Everyone, stop your frog jumps and assemble at table number one."

……

Five minutes later.

All the team members, including captain Chen Feng, gathered breathlessly in front of table number one.

They looked at Wei Gang with confusion, wondering what instructions the coach had given them.

Wei Gang's expression remained cold.

He walked to the front of the group, his gaze slowly sweeping over everyone before finally settling on Gao Peng.

"Gao Peng, you just said that Fan Zhengyang's skills are passable?"

Gao Peng lowered his head, not daring to speak.

"Don't you all think that his title as the Youth Championship winner is undeserved?"

No one dared to respond.

"Okay." Wei Gang nodded.

He turned around and pressed the switch on the huge electronic screen behind him.

On the screen appeared the surveillance video of Fan Zhengyang's training, along with the glaring 9.8-point intelligent analysis report.

"See for yourself!" Wei Gang's voice wasn't loud, but it was full of power. "Look closely at what that 'nothing special' newcomer you all talk about has been doing this past week!"

The images on the screen deeply stung the eyes of everyone present.

That tireless swing, that cascade of sweat, that relentless pursuit of technical perfection…

And, that one that suffocated them all—9.8 points!

"One hundred thousand swings a week. Who among you can do that kind of training?!" Wei Gang's voice was like a hammer blow. "His wrist is still in bandages from all that overtraining! You beat someone who can barely hold a racket properly—what's there to be proud of?!"

Following Wei Gang's gaze, the team members looked at Fan Zheng-yang's right hand.

Only then did they notice a section of white bandage peeking out from under his wristband.

It turns out... he was in a "weak" state.

Gao Peng's face turned deathly pale instantly.

He recalled his post-match "advice" and his smug expression, and felt a burning sensation on his face, as if he had been slapped countless times.

It turns out I was the real clown!

Captain Chen Feng's eyes also revealed unprecedented shock.

He asked himself if he had trained hard, but compared to Fan Zhengyang's almost self-destructive "devilish" training, it was nothing.

He finally understood that the boy's talent lay not only in his ball skills, but also in his extraordinary, almost obsessive willpower!

That's the scariest part!

"I'm telling you!" Wei Gang's voice rang out again, this time filled with unprecedented seriousness and warning.

"In the Blue Province team, the capable rise, the mediocre fall! Here, seniority and connections don't matter; only skill and hard work count!"

"From today onwards, if anyone dares to cause trouble behind my back or gossip, don't blame me, Wei Gang, for being ruthless and kicking them out of the provincial team!"

"Did you all understand?!"

"Understood!!!"

This time, everyone's answers came from the bottom of their hearts, filled with shock and a touch of awe.

They looked at the boy who had remained calm throughout, their eyes now completely changed.

The mockery, the disdain, the doubts... all disappeared.

Instead, there was an indescribable sense of awe.

What they revered was not only the terrifying 9.8 points, but also the inhuman will to complete 100,000 swings in a week!

From that moment on, no one dared to underestimate this newcomer from the city team.

Because they knew that a real prehistoric behemoth had quietly descended upon them.

Today's crushing defeat was nothing more than the giant beast being provoked by an ant while it was dozing off.

When he finally wakes up, he will turn the entire provincial team upside down!