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

On the other hand, Fan Zhenyang's style suddenly changed.

He was still drinking Yoo-Love-Me milk with a straw in his mouth, and he was video calling Ye Zhiwei, calling her "Weiwei" over and over again, showering everyone with their lovey-dovey moments.

Even Li Yan, who was resting with his eyes closed not far away, couldn't help but open one eye and complain, "Tsk tsk tsk, this kid is a real winner in life, is he trying to kill us all?!"

Amidst a chorus of envious, jealous, and resentful "wailing," the referee's voice finally rang out.

"Both teams, please prepare to enter the arena!"

In the video, Ye Zhiwei loudly encouraged him: "Keep going! I believe in you!"

"Don't worry." Fan Zhenyang gave her a confident smile.

He stood up, stretched his limbs, and felt more comfortable than ever before.

He walked toward the table tennis table, each step taken with exceptional composure.

As he approached step by step, the lazy and nonchalant aura he usually exuded began to quickly subside.

Instead, it possesses a sharpness like a drawn sword and a majestic aura like a dragon from the abyss!

His eyes became incredibly focused and intense!

Chen Feng!

The man he had heard the most rumors about since joining the team was also the most unfathomable!

This provincial team is known as the pillar of strength, with an undefeated myth!

From the very first day they met, Fan Zhenyang had been eagerly anticipating the moment he would face off against him!

The two stood facing each other on opposite sides of the pool table.

One is the "former king," a man of long-standing fame and unwavering composure.

One is a "new king" who appears out of nowhere and whose brilliance shines through.

Their gazes met in mid-air, as if invisible lightning flashed between them.

A showdown destined to be recorded in the history of the Blue Province table tennis team.

A "Battle of Tianwang Mountain" symbolizing the transition between old and new monarchies.

The curtain is about to rise!

Everyone held their breath, waiting for the first ball to be launched.

They knew that what they were about to witness was the end of an era and the beginning of another, more glorious and violent one!

The moment the referee announced the start of the match, it was as if all the air in the training hall had been sucked out.

Everyone's heart was in their throat.

In the first game, Chen Feng served first.

Unlike Gao Peng's powerful serves and Li Yan's tricky serves, Chen Feng's serves appear exceptionally simple and unpretentious.

He didn't make any fancy moves, just a standard sideways turn and a slight flick of his wrist.

A seemingly ordinary short ball with a slight sidespin drifted and landed near the center line on Fan Zhenyang's backhand side.

This ball was neither fast nor spinning, and even its landing point seemed rather mediocre.

But a hint of seriousness flashed in Fan Zhenyang's eyes.

Master!

A true master!

This seemingly ordinary ball actually concealed a deadly trap, a textbook example of a snare.

Its landing point was precisely in a position that made Fan Zhenyang extremely uncomfortable.

Want to use the Overlord Twist? The distance isn't enough, and your body can't stretch out properly; forcing it will only lead to mistakes.

Want to use a forehand flick? You need to twist your body a lot to generate power, which makes it easy for your opponent to find an opening.

There are only two best ways to handle this: either chop a short ball back or slice a long ball to the opponent's corner.

But no matter which option you choose, it means that you will completely lose the initiative and hand over the offensive power!

That's what makes Chen Feng so terrifying.

He doesn't pursue a single, decisive blow like Gao Peng, nor does he pursue cunning and surprise attacks like Li Yan.

What he sought was control.

Using the simplest technology and the most reasonable route, like a sophisticated instrument, he leads you step by step into a trap he has already designed, so that you will suffocate to death without even realizing it.

"That's interesting."

Fan Zhenyang's fighting spirit soared, and he chose the safest approach—a light backhand chop, precisely placing the ball back to Chen Feng's backhand net position.

However, the moment he made his move, Chen Feng moved!

He seemed to have anticipated Fan Zhenyang's move, and his body weight had already shifted to the backhand position in advance.

Without the slightest hesitation, he turned to the side, met the incoming ball with his wrist, and ripped it forward with a sudden movement!

The movements were clean, swift, and lightning-fast!

The white table tennis ball, with its strong topspin, ripped through Fan Zhenyang's backhand defense like a viper's tongue!

1: 0!

Fan Zhenyang was put on the defensive from the very first point.

The entire process was smooth and seamless.

From the design of his serves to the prediction of their landing points, and then to the follow-up attack on the next shot, Chen Feng demonstrated a breathtaking control and game reading ability that perfectly matched his reputation as a pillar of strength!

Coach Wei Gang, standing on the sidelines, couldn't help but show his approval when he saw this play.

"That's table tennis IQ," he said to Wang Dehai beside him. "Chen Feng may not be the most talented, but his understanding of table tennis is absolutely masterful."

Wang Dehai nodded, his expression grave: "That kid Fan Zhenyang is in trouble. His powerful topspin serve has been completely neutralized by Chen Feng's serve trajectory and placement."

Just as Wang Dehai had predicted.

The rest of the match fell entirely under Chen Feng's control.

His serves are always so simple and unpretentious, but the landing point is extremely tricky.

Sometimes he uses a short backhand, sometimes a long forehand.

Sometimes he chases down the middle, sometimes he attacks from both corners.

Every serve was like drawing an invisible cage on Fan Zhenyang's half of the table, tightly restricting his invincible "Overlord's Blade".

Fan Zhenyang felt like a dragon-slaying warrior with superhuman strength, but trapped in a small room, unable to even draw his sword, feeling incredibly frustrated.

His expert-level domineering flick has not had a single comfortable opportunity to get to the ball since that opening shot.

Each time, he could only passively rub, swing, and chop...

Once he loses the initiative, Chen Feng's relentless, high-quality attacks will immediately overwhelm him.

Forehand pull, backhand tear, side-step smash...

None of Chen Feng's techniques possess the same game-breaking, one-hit-kill power as Fan Zhenyang's Overlord Twist.

But his strength lies in his balance.

Every single one of his techniques is at a level of 90 or above, with no weaknesses whatsoever.

Coupled with his AI-like precision in tactical execution, he transformed himself into an impenetrable, despairing wall of sighs.

"Snapped!"

2: 1.

"Snapped!"

4: 2.

"Snapped!"

7: 3!

The score is gradually widening.

Fan Zhenyang did try to resist.

He also tried to break Chen Feng's rhythm by playing aggressively and receiving serves.

But each time, Chen Feng easily thwarted his attacks with superior anticipation and more stable defense, then quickly launched a counterattack.

That feeling is like all your thoughts have been read in advance by the other party, leaving you feeling utterly powerless.