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

The second game is over!

The score is exactly the same as in the first game!

But the situation on the field has completely reversed!

Fan Zhenyang announced his return in the most powerful and domineering way!

He didn't celebrate or shout; he simply walked calmly to the sidelines, picked up his water bottle, and took a sip.

Then he looked up and calmly stared at Chen Feng, who was panting heavily, across the net.

His eyes, devoid of joy or sorrow, seemed to say:

"In the first game, you crushed me in your own way."

"Then in this round, I'll use my own methods to crush them."

"We're even."

"Now, the real work begins!"

11: 6!

When the score, which was exactly the same as the first game yet full of irony, was displayed on the electronic screen, the atmosphere in the entire training hall reached an unprecedented boiling point.

If the first game was Chen Feng giving everyone a masterclass on "what control is" with textbook-perfect tactics, then...

In the second game, Fan Zhenyang used his unconventional and imaginative techniques to give everyone a public lesson on "what talent is"!

One to one!

After each of these two "gods" declared their dominance in the competition in their own way, they finally returned to the same starting line.

The upcoming matches will be truly all-out, all-or-nothing – a battle to the death!

Break between games.

Everyone's eyes instinctively turned to the rest area on the other side.

Chen Feng was sitting quietly alone in a chair.

He closed his eyes, leaned against the wall, his chest rising and falling steadily, and his face remained expressionless.

There was no frustration after losing the second game, nor tension before the upcoming decisive battle.

He sat there quietly, like an old monk in deep meditation, completely isolated from the noisy world around him.

No one knows what he is thinking at this moment.

Beneath his calm, deep-sea-like exterior, what terrifying storm is brewing?

"This... Could Brother Feng have been stunned by the beating?"

"Impossible! Feng's mental fortitude is the strongest in our team!"

"But Fan Zhenyang's performance in the second game was just too abnormal... If it were me, I would have lost my composure long ago."

The men's team members whispered amongst themselves, discussing the situation nervously.

The atmosphere on the coaching bench was equally somber.

"Old Wang, do you think Chen Feng can hold on?" a coach asked worriedly.

Head coach Wang Dehai didn't speak, but instead turned his gaze to Wei Gang beside him.

Wei Gang's brows were furrowed, and there was a hint of worry in his eyes.

"Difficult." He said only one word, but it carried a weight as heavy as a thousand pounds.

"Fan Zhenyang's penhold backhand topspin in the second game completely disrupted Chen Feng's tactical plan. If Chen Feng cannot come up with a countermeasure in a short time, then the third game, and even the entire match, will be controlled by Fan Zhenyang's rhythm. The result will still be a loss."

This is an internal round-robin tournament, and according to the rules, coaches are not allowed to provide on-site guidance.

Everything depends on the athletes themselves to adjust and break through the impasse.

This is not only a test of skill, but also the ultimate test of an athlete's mental fortitude and adversity intelligence.

Chen Feng, the "pillar of strength" of the Lanzhou men's team, is facing what may be the strongest challenger of his career. Can he hold on?

The break time is over.

Under the watchful eyes of dozens of tense yet expectant people in the audience, Chen Feng slowly opened his eyes.

There was no confusion or panic in his eyes, only the calm depths of an ancient well, yet a hidden current seemed to be quietly surging beneath.

He stood up, picked up his racket, and walked back to the table tennis table.

His steps remained as steady as ever.

His aura remained as solid and imposing as a mountain.

It was as if the crushing 11-6 defeat had no effect on him whatsoever.

This incredible ability to self-regulate moved everyone on the sidelines!

The third game begins.

Chen Feng serves.

This time, he neither served a short ball nor a long ball.

Instead, he served a shot somewhere in between, with an extremely tricky landing point—a half-out billiard ball!

This kind of ball is the most troublesome ball for all athletes.

If you take a step back to pull the ball, you're likely to lose the optimal hitting point.

It's not short, but if you get the upper hand inside the table, it's easy to make a high shot, giving the opponent an opportunity to attack.

It's like a piece of chewing gum, sticking to you, leaving you in a dilemma and feeling uncomfortable all over.

Chen Feng was clearly using this "sticky" tactic to limit Fan Zhenyang's unreasonable attacks!

Sure enough, facing this half-out ball, Fan Zhenyang felt somewhat awkward whether he wanted to use a topspin or a backhand topspin.

He could only choose the safest approach, using a backhand topspin loop that wasn't particularly high quality.

The ball has passed.

But the initiative in the attack has once again returned to Chen Feng's hands!

Just as Fan Zhenyang returned the ball, Chen Feng moved!

He was already waiting in the forehand position, his body like a fully drawn bow!

Just as Fan Zhenyang returned the ball, Chen Feng moved!

He was already waiting in the forehand position, his body like a fully drawn bow!

Sidestep! Explode!

"boom!"

A white bolt of lightning instantly ripped across the sky!

1: 0!

"Great shot!" The men's team players on the sidelines erupted in enthusiastic cheers!

The captain is back!

The "pillar of strength" that strategizes and wins battles from afar has returned!

The following match completely turned into a battle of gods!

Chen Feng demonstrated his astoundingly deep experience and tactical foundation as the top player in the provincial team.

He no longer insists on completely restricting Fan Zhenyang from the serve.

Instead, they disrupted Fan Zhenyang's rhythm by using various half-out shots, body shots, and variations in landing point and spin, forcing him to play some low-quality transitional shots.

Then, he used his relentless and flawless attacks, like a tidal wave, to destroy Fan Zhenyang's defenses!

This is a cunning strategy, like slowly boiling a frog in water!

I won't compete with you in terms of talent, nor will I try to outdo you in terms of divine skills.

I'll compete with you on experience, attention to detail, and stability, like a machine that never makes a mistake, slowly wearing you down!

Fan Zhenyang felt the pressure once again!

Every attack he made felt like hitting a sponge with elasticity.

It seemed like they had broken through, but the opponent pushed them back in a gentler and more cunning way.

He felt he possessed immense power, yet he was unable to unleash it fully, leaving him with an indescribable sense of frustration.

"Snapped!"

Chen Feng made a clever change of direction and scored!

3: 2!

"Snapped!"

Fan Zhenyang's attempt to force a shot back resulted in a net mishap!

5: 4!

"Snapped!"

The two engaged in a thrilling long rally, which ultimately ended with Chen Feng scoring a lucky shot that grazed the edge of the net!

8: 7!

The score was neck and neck, locked in a tight battle!

The spectators on the sidelines were already on tenterhooks, not daring to even breathe!

This competition was so damn exciting!

It's even more thrilling than riding a roller coaster!

The female team's "fangirls" clasped their hands together and nervously prayed for Fan Zhenyang.

"Go Yang Shen! Hang in there!"

"It's alright, it's alright! Just a technical adjustment! We'll definitely win the next point!"

Meanwhile, the male team members were cheering wildly for their captain.

"Feng Ge is awesome! Keep playing like this!"

"Stay calm! He has the rhythm!"

9:9 tie!

The game has entered its most crucial moment!