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

Chen Feng slowly raised his head, his gaze passing through the net, meeting Fan Zhenyang's eyes in the air.

His eyes seemed to say:

Kid, you're strong, strong like a monster.

But you want me, Chen Feng, to just admit defeat like that?

You're still a bit lacking!

The break time is over.

The fifth and decisive game begins!

"Go Feng Ge!!!"

"Captain! Hold on!!!"

This time, the men's team members practically roared as they cheered for their captain!

They knew this might be their captain's last battle as the top player on the provincial team.

They hoped that he could end his era in the most dignified and resilient way.

Chen Feng did not disappoint them.

At the start of the deciding game, he displayed an admirable tenacity, like a cornered beast fighting for its life!

He relinquished all superfluous control and calculation.

He knew that any tactics would be futile in the face of Fan Zhenyang's technology, which had evolved to the level of "metaphysics".

There was only one thing he could do—fight!

Use all your physical strength! Burn with all your willpower!

He used all his passion for billiards from the past twenty years to make this most tragic and heroic gamble!

Like a wounded lion, he launched his most ferocious counterattack!

Every return he made carried a do-or-die determination!

He no longer pursues tricky landing points, nor does he pursue changes in rhythm.

He only pursues quality!

Push the spin, power, and speed of every ball to your limit!

Faced with Chen Feng like this, Fan Zhenyang also put away all his fancy tricks.

He responded to this respectable opponent with his purest strength, which was the highest respect he could give!

Thus, the decisive game evolved into the most primitive, purest, and most thrilling – a fierce battle of offense!

"boom!"

Fan Zhenyang's "Emperor's Burst" was like a cannonball being fired!

"Bang!"

Chen Feng forcefully returned the ball with a high-quality backhand flick!

"boom!"

Fan Zhenyang turned to the side again and unleashed an even more powerful forehand!

"Bang!"

Chen Feng gritted his teeth, staggered, but still stubbornly blocked the ball back!

The billiard balls transformed into streaks of white afterimages on the small table!

The dense, booming sound of the ball hitting the court, like the roar of artillery on a battlefield, made everyone on the sidelines feel their blood boil and their hearts race!

This is truly a battle of gods!

This is a showdown representing the highest level of competition in Blue Province!

1: 0!

1: 1!

2: 1!

2: 2!

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

Chen Feng is burning.

He poured all his energy into those final few minutes.

His face turned bright red from exertion.

His arms were trembling slightly from the continuous high-intensity combat.

His physical strength was being rapidly depleted at a visible rate.

But he persisted!

He persevered with an iron will!

However... he was facing a monster whose physical abilities were equally abnormal to the extreme!

A new king, who has fully evolved and now reigns supreme here!

When the score reached 6-6.

After Chen Feng made a diving save, his footwork showed a slight, almost imperceptible lag.

Fan Zhenyang keenly detected this 0.01-second delay!

opportunity!

"roar--!!!"

Fan Zhenyang let out a roar!

The "Emperor Template" within him is now operating at full power!

His seemingly inexhaustible stamina suddenly erupted!

He didn't give Chen Feng any chance to breathe!

"The general is outstanding!"

"Emperor's Burst!"

"A dangerous turn into a straight line!"

Various deadly moves, like a storm, poured down on Chen Feng's defenses, which were already nearing their limit!

"Snapped!"

7: 6!

"Snapped!"

8: 6!

"Snapped!"

9: 6!

Chen Feng ultimately couldn't hold on any longer.

He didn't lose to technique, nor did he lose to willpower.

He simply lost to the passage of time.

They lost to that boy, to that seemingly inexhaustible capital called "youth."

10: 6!

Match point!

Fan Zhenyang holds four match points! Victory is practically in his grasp!

The last goal.

Fan Zhenyang serves.

Looking at the man opposite him who was still gritting his teeth and persevering, with no sign of giving up in his eyes, he felt a surge of sincere respect.

He did not use any more divine skills.

He simply served a very ordinary long ball with strong topspin.

He wanted to end the battle with a classic and pure forehand rally, to give this respectable captain the final and highest honor!

Chen Feng understood the meaning in his eyes.

He took a deep breath and concentrated all his last bit of strength into his right arm!

Both of them turned to the side at the same time!

"boom--!!!"

The table tennis ball, representing the old and new eras of men's table tennis in Lanzhou Province, drew two dazzling arcs in the air.

finally--

"Snapped!"

11: 6!

Fifth set, over!

The final score is 3-2!

The match is over!

When the last ball landed, the entire training hall fell into a long, deathly silence.

Everyone watched the two figures on the field in silence, as if they had not yet recovered from the epic duel that had just taken place.

Fan Zhenyang stood there, his chest heaving violently.

Everyone watched the two figures on the field in silence, as if they had not yet recovered from the epic duel that had just taken place.

Fan Zhenyang stood there, his chest heaving violently.

This victory was the hardest he had ever won since joining the team, but it was also the most exhilarating!

He looked at the man opposite him, who was supporting his body with a racket and breathing heavily, and slowly bowed to him.

Chen Feng also looked up at him.

A complex smile of relief finally appeared on his face, which had been tense the whole time.

He lost.

But he accepted his defeat wholeheartedly and had no regrets.

"Whoa—!!!!"

After some time, someone on the sidelines started clapping enthusiastically.

Immediately afterwards, applause erupted like a flood, instantly resounding throughout the entire venue!

The applause was more enthusiastic and longer than ever before!

This time, the applause wasn't just for the victor, Fan Zhenyang.

It is also dedicated to Captain Chen Feng, who, though defeated, still lived up to his honor and defended the dignity of a veteran with his last bit of tenacity!

Fan Zhenyang won the championship of this team's internal round-robin tournament with an undisputed perfect record of eleven wins!

From this moment on, he is the new number one player of the Lanzhou Provincial Men's Team!

Amid thunderous applause, Chen Feng slowly straightened up, walked across the net, and came to stand in front of Fan Zhenyang.

Under the watchful gazes of dozens of people in the audience, he opened his arms and gave Fan Zhenyang a manly hug.

"I lost," he whispered hoarsely in Fan Zhenyang's ear. "I accept my defeat wholeheartedly."

He released his grip, took a step back, and looked into Fan Zhenyang's eyes, which still burned with fire. All the scrutiny and wariness in his eyes had turned into pure appreciation and trust.