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

Chen Feng's meticulousness, Li Yan's cunning and unpredictable nature, Gao Peng's violent aesthetics...

With the system's assistance, Fan Zhengyang analyzed each person's technical characteristics, tactical habits, and even some minor flaws that they themselves might not even be aware of.

Know yourself and the enemy, a hundred battles will never end.

While others were still training hard, trying to make up for the gap with sweat, Fan Zhengyang had already quietly opened up a "God's-eye view".

A week goes by in a blink of an eye.

The highly anticipated provincial team internal round-robin tournament has officially begun!

The competition uses a points system, and this is the first day of the competition.

Fan Zhengyang's opponents are two promising young players who have just been promoted from the second team.

These two matches attracted almost all the second team members to watch.

They all wanted to see for themselves what kind of talent this genius, who had been promoted by Coach Wei Gang without regard to seniority and had suffered a crushing defeat to Gao Peng in a practice match a few days ago, really was.

However, the course of the competition surprised everyone.

Facing a highly motivated opponent, Fan Zhengyang played with exceptional simplicity.

He didn't use that earth-shattering, domineering twist, nor did he use that fierce, straight-line attack that tore through the defenses.

He used the most basic forehand attack, backhand flick, chop, and long slice... these are the fundamental skills that every table tennis player practices from the first day of learning, to compete with his opponents.

But even these simplest techniques, in his hands, have shown the power to turn the ordinary into the extraordinary.

Every return he makes is precise down to the centimeter, either hitting the body or landing in the corners, leaving his opponents breathless.

His every spin is so subtle that it's almost imperceptible; sometimes he uses strong topspin, sometimes weak backspin, making his opponent's mistakes commonplace.

His defense was rock solid. No matter how hard the opponent attacked, he was like an indestructible wall, easily deflecting all the balls.

The entire competition was like a top expert patiently instructing a beginner.

No matter how fancy your methods, I will remain unmoved.

Fan Zhengyang won both matches easily 3-0, barely even breaking a sweat.

"Wow...their fundamentals are just too solid!"

"My God, I feel like he didn't even use any force, and his opponent just made a mistake and died."

"Is this the ball control and feel of a top player? It's terrifying!"

The second team members watching the game were all dumbfounded, their initial resentment completely replaced by shock.

They finally understood what the seemingly close yet actually vast chasm between themselves and the real main team was.

Meanwhile, the veteran players on the first team looked increasingly serious.

If Fan Zhengyang's previous crushing defeat led them to underestimate him, then...

Today, the terrifying control he displayed with such effortless ease instilled a deep sense of dread in them.

A reckless man who only knows how to attack is not scary; what is scary is that this tiger also possesses a mind as precise as a scalpel!

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On the second day of the competition, Fan Zhengyang faced his first real opponent in this round-robin tournament.

Li Yan, the second-best player on the provincial team, nicknamed "Genius" and "Top Six," is a left-handed sharpshooter!

This match was scheduled to take place at the center table.

Almost all the coaches and players stopped training and focused their attention on this.

Everyone wanted to know whether Fan Zhengyang, the dark horse, would continue his triumphant advance, or whether Li Yan, the long-established veteran, would defend the dignity of the "three mountains."

"Junior brother, are you ready?" Li Yan still had that same grinning face, with two shallow dimples on his baby face, looking completely harmless.

"I'm ready. Please go easy on me, Senior Brother Li," Fan Zhengyang replied with a smile.

The two appeared to be on good terms, but the air was thick with tension and lurking danger.

The match begins, and Li Yan serves.

As a top left-handed player, his serve is very distinctive. He uses a motion completely opposite to that of right-handed players to serve a short ball with strong sidespin, heading straight for Fan Zhengyang's backhand corner.

This ball has a tricky angle and unpredictable spin, making it extremely difficult for people accustomed to the rhythm of right-handed players' serves to adapt.

If it were anyone else, they would probably suffer a great loss immediately.

But Fan Zhengyang simply glanced at the incoming ball, flicked his wrist slightly, and executed a standard backhand drop shot, accurately placing the ball back to Li Yan's forehand net position.

The angle, the arc, and the rotation are all controlled perfectly.

Li Yan's eyes lit up; he clearly hadn't expected Fan Zhengyang to handle it so easily.

He immediately stepped forward and used his signature inside flick to send the ball to Fan Zhengyang's backhand at a wide angle.

Fast! Accurate! Ruthless!

This is Li Yan's style: to finish the battle in the first three moves, without any hesitation.

Faced with this high-quality flick, Fan Zhengyang revealed a strange smile.

He seemed to have foreseen everything.

He seemed to have foreseen everything.

The instant Li Yan made his move, he had already moved into position.

Instead of defending, he suddenly snapped his wrist inward and shifted his weight forward—

"Overlord Twist!"

"boom!"

A white bolt of lightning, to Li Yan's horrified gaze, suddenly exploded in the open space of his forehand hand!

1: 0!

With the very first goal of the game, Fan Zhengyang used his most signature killer move to give Li Yan a real shock!

"Great shot!" The players watching from the sidelines couldn't help but exclaim.

For the first time, Li Yan's expression turned serious.

He knew that the young man in front of him was definitely not as simple as he appeared.

In the next few balls, the two engaged in a fierce, epic battle in the first three shots.

Li Yan's serve and attack were incredibly sharp, but Fan Zhengyang always managed to neutralize them with superior anticipation and touch.

Once the game reaches a stalemate, Fan Zhengyang's expert-level domineering twist is like the Grim Reaper's scythe, making Li Yan's backhand defense extremely vulnerable.

The score quickly became 4-1, tied. Li Yan was now trailing by a large margin.

"No, we can't keep trying to outmaneuver him in the first three rounds!" Li Yan quickly made a decision.

He realized that he couldn't gain any advantage in terms of pure technical quality!

He has to use his best skills!

It was Fan Zhengyang's turn to serve.

Li Yan was fully focused and ready to launch a surprise attack.

He noticed that Fan Zhengyang's position seemed somewhat different from before.

His body was more turned to the side than usual, his left shoulder was slightly lowered, and his posture looked somewhat strange.

What are they trying to do?

A long serve sneak attack?

Just as Li Yan's mind was racing, Fan Zhengyang made his move.

He tossed the ball high into the air.

The instant the ball fell, his body moved at an extremely clever angle, instantly blocking the view between the ball and Li Yan!

At the same time, with a dazzling and extremely subtle movement, the right wrist quickly brushes against the lower side of the ball!

The whole process was smooth and fast!

When Li Yan's gaze returned to the ball, the small white ball was already spinning with an indescribable eeriness, drifting and flying over!