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

"My God... Feng was on fire today!"

"Is this the captain's true strength? It's like a game-changer!"

"Fan Zhenyang's Overlord Twist seems to have completely failed him? He hasn't been able to use it even once?"

"It's not that he doesn't want to use it, it's that Brother Feng simply doesn't give him a chance! Look at the landing point of Brother Feng's serves, he always blocks them perfectly!"

The players on the sidelines watched with trepidation.

They had expected it to be a fierce, head-on clash, like Mars colliding with Earth.

Unexpectedly, the match turned into a one-sided "teaching session"!

Moreover, the one being "taught" was none other than the rookie king who had just swept the entire provincial team!

"Snapped!"

With a clean and crisp forehand cross-court shot from Chen Feng, the last ball landed with a thud.

10: 6!

Match point!

On the final point, Fan Zhenyang served, attempting a side-step attack, but Chen Feng anticipated his move and delivered a quick backhand smash, scoring the point directly.

11: 6!

The first game is over!

Fan Zhenyang, the invincible rookie king who had won all the way, was actually beaten by a huge margin of 11:6!

His strongest weapon, the Overlord's Twist, was completely restricted throughout the entire match!

This was a complete and tactical victory!

Of course, this is related to Chen Feng's targeted restrictions and deployments, but that is precisely where his power and terror lie.

An eerie silence fell over the entire training hall.

Everyone was deeply shocked by Chen Feng's terrifying strength, which was as steady as a rock and as unfathomable as the deep sea.

This is the pillar of strength for the Lanzhou men's team!

If he wanted to, he could extinguish any seemingly raging fire in the simplest and most unpretentious way!

(There is no description of the women's team's anchor here, because since Xia Shuisheng came out, the women's team has basically had no strong players to show for themselves.)

Looking at the lopsided score on the field, Gao Peng felt a mix of emotions.

He felt both proud of the captain's impressive strength and a sense of comfort at his previous crushing defeat. See? So what if Fan Zhenyang is powerful? This monster was still utterly crushed by the captain, wasn't he?

Li Yan, meanwhile, stroked his chin, his eyes gleaming with contemplation.

He whispered to his teammate beside him, "See that? Feng is the real master. He doesn't need any fancy tricks; he just uses the most basic tactics and understanding to completely dominate. That's called... vision!"

The other side of the table.

Fan Zhenyang slowly walked to the sidelines, picked up a towel, and wiped the fine beads of sweat from his forehead.

There was not a trace of frustration or discouragement on his face.

There wasn't even the slightest ripple.

At that moment, he had only one thought in his mind.

--powerful!

too strong!

Chen Feng was the only opponent he had ever encountered since his transmigration that he felt tactically helpless against.

Those previous opponents, whether it was Chen Mo, Lin Yi, Gao Peng, or Li Yan, may have excelled in a certain aspect, but they all had obvious weaknesses and flaws.

But Chen Feng is different.

He had no weaknesses, no flaws, and was as calm as a machine. Of course, weaknesses and flaws are relative, but with Fan Zhenyang's strength, he was not yet capable of discovering them.

Fan Zhenyang felt that playing against Chen Feng was like playing chess against AlphaGo; every move he made seemed to be within Chen Feng's calculations.

This defeat brought Fan Zhenyang to his senses.

He realized that he had become too reliant on the "Overlord Twist" technique.

He believed that as long as his domineering spirit was strong enough, he could overcome all obstacles and destroy everything.

But Chen Feng taught him a lesson with the cruelest reality.

—Even the most powerful twist isn't a panacea.

Against a true tactical master, you might not even have a chance to make a move.

"I see……"

Instead, a smile of excitement appeared on Fan Zhenyang's lips.

A flame burned brighter than ever before in his eyes!

That's interesting! That's so interesting!

If the opponents are as easily defeated as before, what's the fun in this game?

That's exactly how it should be!

It is precisely because of such formidable opponents that one can be forced to unleash greater potential! Only then can one become stronger!

His mindset remained completely unaffected.

It's perfectly normal for a competition to have winners and losers.

Losing one game, or even the whole match, doesn't matter.

The important thing is what you learn from failure.

The important thing is, how do we win the next round?

His brain was working at lightning speed.

Chen Feng's core tactic is to control the return of serves and limit his backhand.

What if...

What if I stop playing the backhand game with him?

in case……

How about I break free from his cage in a way that he would never have expected and that is even more unreasonable?

A bold, even insane, idea gradually took shape in his mind.

He raised his head and looked at Chen Feng, who was still expressionless across the table, a cunning glint flashing in his eyes like that of a hunter.

The break between games has ended.

The second game is about to begin.

Everyone thought that Fan Zhenyang would change his tactics, become more cautious, and try to deal with Chen Feng in other ways.

However, when he picked up his racket again, he did something that made everyone's jaws drop.

He actually held his horizontal paddle in his hand like a vertical paddle, just like he would hold a calligraphy brush!

"Holy crap?! What is he going to do?!"

"Are you crazy?! Changing grip halfway through a game? Does he even know how to play penhold?!"

The entire audience erupted in uproar!

In their eyes, and indeed in the eyes of most table tennis players, the biggest taboo in table tennis is an overly fancy grip; everyone's feel is different. Players suited to a shakehand grip will focus on practicing it, while penhold players won't invest too much energy in developing a shakehand grip. Once their feel changes, it's like a butterfly effect, impacting numerous issues.

So when Fan Zhenyang held his Dawnbreaker in a grip similar to that of a calligraphy brush, and the camera zoomed in on the details, the entire training hall fell into an eerie silence.

Everyone seemed to have been put on pause, staring in disbelief, all displaying the same meme-like expression—a black man with a question mark face.

"Holy crap?! Am I seeing things? He's... going to use a straight shot?"

"He's insane! Absolutely insane! Did Feng beat him senseless? Changing his grip halfway through a game, isn't that suicide?"

"Will he play with a penhold grip? Is he a sore loser, ready to give up entirely?"

"It's over, it's over. My mentality has collapsed. A new generation of kings has fallen..."

The murmurs on the sidelines rose like a tide, filled with incomprehension, shock, and a hint of regret.

In their view, Fan Zhenyang's actions were no different from a swordsman suddenly throwing away his best sword during a duel and picking up a fire poker instead.

This isn't courage; it's courting death.

Even Coach Wei Gang, who is usually as steady as a mountain, couldn't help but lean forward slightly from his seat, his brows furrowed and his eyes filled with doubt.

He couldn't understand at all what this kid was up to.

Chen Feng, who was on the other side of the table, was also slightly taken aback when he saw this.

A slight ripple appeared in his usually calm and collected eyes.

Arrogance? Or is there another clever trick?

Under the gaze of dozens of eyes filled with a mixture of emotions, Fan Zhenyang remained unusually calm.

He weighed the Dawnbreaker in his hand, which he held in a penhold grip, savoring the familiar feel, and a confident smile curved his lips.

Do you think I can only use a horizontal grip?

Excuse me.

In my arsenal, there is more than one sword.