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

"I don't believe it!"

Gao Peng's eyes turned red, and he completely descended into madness.

He stopped thinking, stopped using tactics, and just kept frantically serving the ball towards Fan Zhengyang's backhand side.

Sprint! Long ball! Fast ball!

He poured all his strength into every serve, refusing to believe that his proud power couldn't defeat this kid!

But what he was facing was a Tyrannosaurus Rex that had already awakened and was starving!

"boom!"

3: 0!

"boom!"

4: 0!

"boom!"

5: 0!

Inside the training hall, only the terrifying sonic boom and the mournful sound of the barriers being hit again and again remained.

The spectators on the sidelines were already in a state of collective silence.

Their faces were filled with numbness and shock.

They didn't feel like they were watching a table tennis match.

Instead, they were watching a massacre.

A brutal massacre of mortals by beings from a higher dimension!

Every time Gao Peng served, it was like feeding Fan Zhengyang the ball.

Fan Zhengyang, on the other hand, was like a ruthless executioner, repeatedly using the same weapon in the same place to shatter Gao Peng's dignity.

6: 0!

7: 0!

8: 0!

Gao Peng's breathing had become extremely heavy.

His arm began to tremble slightly from exerting too much force.

His will was being gradually eroded and destroyed by those streaks of white light.

He no longer dared to look Fan Zhengyang in the eye.

Those calm eyes, in his eyes, were more terrifying than an abyss.

9: 0!

10: 0!

Match point!

When the score reached 10-0, Fan Zhengyang served.

Instead of using the Overlord's Twist, he served a high ball that posed no threat whatsoever, almost feeding it to Gao Peng.

This is an unwritten rule in table tennis: to avoid a 11-0 score, players usually give up a point at the end.

Everyone thought that this one-sided massacre would end with a score of 11 to 1.

Faced with this favor that was practically handed to them.

Gao Peng missed his target.

It's not that he didn't want to accept it.

Rather, it was his body, his nerves, and his will that had completely collapsed after the previous ten devastating blows.

He even lost the courage to swing his racket.

"Clatter".

The ball landed gently on his side of the table, bounced twice, and rolled to his feet.

11: 0.

First game over.

The whole world seemed to have fallen silent.

Gao Peng stood there, like a petrified statue, his eyes vacant and his spirit broken.

His once-proud, explosive muscles now looked so powerless.

His once proud and indomitable heart has now shattered into dust.

He lost.

He lost even worse than he had imagined.

He was so miserable that he couldn't even muster a trace of resentment or anger.

All that remained was endless confusion and fear.

It was only then that he finally, belatedly, came to understand.

Fan Zhengyang's words before the match, such as "You will lose miserably" and "It will destroy your confidence," were not arrogant declarations, nor were they an insult to his character.

That was clearly the kindest advice from a god standing on a cloud to a mortal who was ignorant of his own limitations.

On the coach's bench.

Head coach Wang Dehai's mouth was agape, unable to close it for a long time.

The coaches around him were all frozen in place, as if under a spell.

Only head coach Wei Gang slowly closed his eyes and exhaled a long breath.

He muttered to himself, his voice carrying an indescribable sense of shock and bitterness.

"I was wrong……"

"We were all wrong..."

"It's not that Gao Peng is too weak."

"It's this kid... he... he's a complete freak!"

11: 0.

This score was like a silent thunderclap, exploding in the hearts of everyone on the provincial team, with lingering aftershocks.

If Fan Zhengyang's previous victory over Li Yan showcased his unpredictable skills and football intelligence, then...

So this shutout against Gao Peng demonstrated absolute violence that could crush everything.

From then on, no one dared to have even the slightest doubt about Fan Zhengyang's strength.

Of the three mountains, two have already been easily flattened by him in two completely different ways.

Now everyone's attention is focused on that last, highest, and most stable mountain peak.

—Chen Feng, captain of the provincial team, number one main player, and pillar of strength!

The afternoon of the last day of the grand cycle.

The showdown between Fan Zhengyang and Chen Feng arrived as scheduled.

This is no longer just an ordinary points-based competition.

Fan Zhengyang has won all ten matches, accumulating 10 points and securing the championship ahead of schedule.

Chen Feng also won all ten matches, accumulating 10 points.

Although this match is no longer relevant to the final championship (even if Fan Zhengyang loses, it will not affect his eligibility to participate), its symbolic significance far exceeds the match itself.

This is a power struggle between the old and new "top players" of the provincial team!

This is the "battle of the titans" that will determine who will be the true leader of the Blue Province men's team in the coming years!

The news spread like wildfire.

Half an hour before the start of the competition, the entire Training Hall No. 1 was packed with people.

It's not just all the members of the men's teams one and two.

Even the female team members, who rarely visit each other, sat down on one side of the stands under the leadership of their head coach, Li Mei.

They chattered excitedly, like a group of fangirls attending a handsome guy's concert.

"Who do you think will win? I bet on Yang Shen! He plays so coolly!"

"That's not necessarily true. Feng is an undefeated legend in our provincial team; his mental fortitude is off the charts!"

"Oh dear, it's so hard to choose! They're both my husbands... no, they're both my precious children!"

On the other side, members of the provincial youth team, led by their head coach Zhang Tao, also came to observe and learn.

Lin Yi sat in the front row, his eyes fixed on Fan Zhengyang, the mutual respect and fighting spirit between them almost tangible.

He wanted to see for himself just how strong the man who had defeated him had become.

The coaching staff was filled with big names.

Head coach Wang Dehai, head coach Wei Gang, and all the core coaches of the provincial team were present without exception. They even brought tactical analyzers and high-speed cameras, ready to record every detail of the game as strategic teaching material for the next few years.

The atmosphere in the training hall was solemn yet enthusiastic, comparable to a mini World Championships final.

The air was filled with an exciting feeling of witnessing history.

The two main characters at the center of the storm, however, appeared unusually calm.

Chen Feng remained as calm and composed as ever.

He was on the sidelines, meticulously warming up, stretching, swinging his racket, taking small steps... every movement was textbook perfect.

His face showed no sign of tension or excitement, as if what was about to begin was just an ordinary training match.

But only those who know him well know that the calmer he is, the more serious he is.

His calm and unwavering aura had reached its peak.