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

"Thump!"

The baffle emitted another dull, mournful groan.

1: 0!

Holy crap!!!

"What...what the hell is this?!"

"Teleportation?! How did the ball get there?!"

"It's too fast! So fast my eyes can barely keep up! Is this reasonable? This is unreasonable!"

After a brief, three-second silence, the audience on the sidelines erupted in a scream that was even more frenzied than before!

They felt that their worldview had once again been thoroughly shattered by that boy!

On the coach's bench.

The new thermos cup in head coach Wang Dehai's hand clattered once again, finally sacrificing itself gloriously.

He has become completely numb.

Wei Gang, who was usually calm, suddenly stood up from his seat, his hands on the table, his body trembling slightly with excitement.

His eyes shone with a light as if he had discovered a new continent!

"Speed...it's speed!" he murmured, his voice filled with awe. "He...he's elevated the speed of the backhand technique to a whole new level! This...this will be a revolution! A technological revolution that could overturn the existing landscape of table tennis!"

……

On the table tennis table.

The calm, placid expression on Chen Feng's face finally vanished completely.

Instead, there was a profound sense of horror!

His predictions, his proud, AI-like accurate game reading ability, were completely rendered ineffective in the face of Fan Zhenyang's unreasonable speed!

Because when your speed is fast enough to surpass the other person's "thinking speed".

Any tactics or predictions will become meaningless!

"Again!" Chen Feng roared defiantly!

He serves again!

It was still that half-out billiards ball that he was so proud of!

However, his answer was another, even faster and sharper—a sword light!

"call out--!"

2: 0!

"Again!"

"call out--!"

3: 0!

The match had completely turned into Fan Zhenyang's personal show!

His new backhand, which combined the sword-drawing of a general with the twisting of a tyrant and was named "Blade Storm" in his mind, was like an indestructible divine weapon, tearing through Chen Feng's once impenetrable defenses time and time again!

Chen Feng is running around like crazy!

He felt like a traveler facing a raging storm. No matter how he dodged or parried, he would be pierced and wounded all over by the impenetrable "rain of swords"!

But when he began to focus all his attention on defending against Fan Zhenyang's terrifying backhand.

Fan Zhenyang's forehand, with its imperial explosiveness like a cannonball, will suddenly explode on his other half of the table without warning!

And those unpredictable, magical serves also started popping up from time to time, harassing his already fragile nerves!

Fan Zhenyang grew more and more excited and frantic with each fight! He felt every drop of blood in his body burning!

He poured all his skills, passion, and fighting spirit into this small table tennis table without reservation!

He was enjoying the battle! Enjoying the unparalleled thrill of bringing "gods" down from their pedestals. !

4: 1!

6: 2!

8: 3!

The score is widening rapidly!

Chen Feng's face was covered in sweat. A look of confusion appeared in his eyes.

He felt he was no longer facing a single person. The book lovers were all in the discussion forum, freely discussing the allure of sports novels. Instead, he felt like a rising, radiant sun!

Faced with that dazzling light, he could barely open his eyes!

"roar--!!!"

Accompanied by Fan Zhenyang's roar filled with exhilarating fighting spirit!

The last ball!

He used the most classic and ferocious "Blade Storm" to completely pierce through Chen Feng's last line of defense!

"Snapped!"

11: 5!

Fourth set, over!

Score: 2-2!

However, everyone could see that Fan Zhenyang was unstoppable and had already secured the championship.

As the last ball landed, Fan Zhenyang raised his right hand high and roared to the sky!

That long roar was filled with the youthful exuberance and wildness, and even more so with the unquestionable domineering aura of a new king ascending the throne!

After a brief silence, the entire training hall erupted in a thunderous applause and cheers that were loud enough to shake the earth!

"Yang Shen is awesome—(voice cracks)! You are my god!"

On the coach's bench.

Wei Gang's tense body finally relaxed slowly.

He looked at the radiant young man on the field, let out a long breath, and said with a complex expression, "This kid... the state and aggression he just displayed, even if you threw him into the national team right now, those 'Great Demon Kings' might not be able to get the better of him..."

Head coach Wang Dehai looked at the data analysis report in his hand, his face showing a solemn yet ecstatic expression.

He said slowly, "Fan Zhenyang is terrifying in three ways."

"Firstly, it's his talent. This ability to learn and integrate is extremely rare, a true prodigy."

"Secondly, it's his freakish physical condition." He pointed to the heart rate and lactate data on the report. "After such intense competition, his various physiological indicators remained at an unbelievably stable level. This means his endurance far surpasses that of ordinary people!"

"And the most terrifying thing is the third point..."

Wang Dehai's gaze fell on the boy on the field who was receiving cheers from the entire audience.

"It's that ever-present, unwavering fighting spirit that makes him stronger when facing stronger opponents!"

"This fighting spirit allows him to be in peak condition almost at all times, and even unleash greater power in adversity!"

"Talent, physical ability, willpower..."

Wang Dehai raised his head, looked at Wei Gang, and said, word by word:

"Old Wei, we may have truly witnessed the birth of a... unprecedented, and perhaps even unparalleled, super monster!"

The devastating storm of swords in the fourth game not only completely shattered Chen Feng's tactical system, but also dropped a shocking bomb in the hearts of everyone on the provincial team.

For the first time, they felt so clearly and intuitively how terrifying Fan Zhenyang, the "newcomer king," was.

It was a power that transcended technology and tactics, almost reaching the level of "Tao".

Break between games.

The entire training hall was still immersed in the afterglow of the thrilling duel that had just taken place.

All eyes were instinctively drawn to Chen Feng.

They wanted to see how this "pillar of strength" of the provincial team would react after suffering such a devastating blow.

Will he end up like Gao Peng, with his will broken and his spirit broken?

Or will you choose to give up?

However, Chen Feng is still the same Chen Feng.

He simply sat quietly in the chair, breathing heavily, sweat streaming down his resolute face.

His eyes showed no sign of unfocus or despair.

Instead, beneath that exhaustion burned a fiery fighting spirit!

He didn't give up!

This pillar of the Lanzhou men's team, this man who has turned the tide in countless major competitions, has never had the word "give up" in his dictionary!