The Road to Slaying God

"Am I going to lose?" Mr. Zhou was stunned for a moment and looked at Zhang Yang in surprise.

Zhang Yang didn't make a sound, just stared at him closely.

"Hahaha……!"

"Hahaha……!"

"..."

There was a burst of crazy laughter, a kind of explicit and rough laughter, as if everyone was laughing at Zhang Yang's ridiculous question. Even Li Tiexiang, who bet on Zhang Yang's win, also had a wry smile on his face. Obviously, they also thought Zhang Yang's question was ridiculous. .

Zhang Yang's heart moved, and he suddenly understood why the group of people at the wine cabinet were betting hundreds of thousands. It was because they were just giving him a little face. They never thought he would win, and they were completely trying to keep him out of the cold.

In line with this, Zhang Yang couldn't help but nodded gratefully to Li Tiexiang and the others.

Of course, Zhang Yang didn't know that. When he was at the wine cabinet, Zhang Yang talked about the wine culture, which brought him a lot closer. Although he didn't integrate into their circle, it made them all have a good impression of him. I bet tens of thousands of yuan just to cheer up Zhang Yang.

At the same time, Zhang Yang also guessed a problem. Here, the bets in units of tens of thousands are real numbers, and the units of hundreds are tens of millions. Presumably, the highest unit is "hundred". There should be no bets worth hundreds of millions at a time.

"Okay, since you asked, I will mention the rules here. You can be regarded as a guest from afar. Spread the word, don't say that I, Mr. Zhou, bully the guests. Everyone here knows the rules. Just bet on me. The opponent wins. If I win, I, Mr. Zhou, will always pay odds of one to two. Just like the total amount you bet just now, including those gold objects, the total amount should be less than 22 million. If I win, , Of course, it goes without saying that if I lose, I will pay 44 million yuan..." Mr. Zhou looked at Zhang Yang's hand holding down the club and said slowly.

"Well, these are your rules, but they don't include mine, because double compensation is your rule and my secret is not included. Do you think it's fair?" Zhang Yang's hand is still pressed on the club.

"Three times!" Mr. Zhou was a little angry. He didn't like the feeling of Zhang Yang holding down his club.

"Deal!" Zhang Yang let go of his hand and raised his hand slightly, indicating that Mr. Zhou could start.

Seeing Zhang Yang's gentle wave of his hand, Mr. Zhou suddenly felt an inexplicable pressure. This pressure was invisible and had no quality, but it gave him an uneasy thought.

Mr. Zhou would never have imagined that Zhang Yang mentioned those so-called odds solely to influence the rhythm of the game.

This is a very practical tactic as well as a psychological tactic. In some international competitions, timeout is actually a way to break the opponent's rhythm. In many cases, the effect is very significant. Often in many games, one side has a huge advantage at the beginning. When the timeout is broken, the rhythm is broken. There are countless examples of abnormal phenomena and devastating defeats.

In short, this is a practical psychological tactic!

Zhang Yang suppressing Zhou Shao's club is also a tactic. First, suppress Zhou Shao's arrogance. Because he suppresses the club, Zhou Shao's ball feel will definitely have a certain impact in a short period of time. After all, the weight of the club affects With the use of technology.

really!

Mr. Zhou looked at a red ball. He felt that the ball felt a bit heavy. Although he was sure to hit the ball in, he could not determine where the ball would stop after impact.

This has never happened before!

Why does this happen?

Young Master Zhou couldn't think of a reason. No one had ever interfered with him when he was playing here, so naturally he couldn't think of it. Take a deep breath.

Snapped!

Bag.

The ball went in, but the stopping position was not ideal. Although it was possible to hit the ball, it was impossible to predict the next stopping position. This was a very difficult draw. There was a brief pause after the cue ball hit the red ball, and immediately , another violent reversal, and then retreated...the black ball was pocketed!

This is a very beautiful ball. Whether it is the angle or the return position, it has reached its peak. It has reached the level of professional players. However, there is no joy in Zhou Shao's eyes. Instead, there is some disappointment, because the cue ball is There is some distance between the return position and his predicted position.

The distance is too long and the angle is tricky.

Young Master Zhou took a deep breath again. He knew that he had not yet found the feeling for the ball.

The feel of the ball is amazing. Anyone who has really played Slock knows that it is completely a feeling, a feeling of finding his or her peak. If an ordinary player finds the peak of his ball feel, even if he challenges a professional It’s not too difficult for players either.

Of course, the feeling of the ball does not just come. It requires the accumulation of daily skills, psychological adjustments, and the mentality of the game. Among them, the most important thing is the mentality.

In the two shots so far, Zhou Shao has not only failed to find the feel of the ball due to the influence of Zhang Yang, but has even failed to perform at an ordinary level...

It's Zhang Yang's turn to bat.

Zhang Yang closed his eyes and meditated. Immediately, the balls on the table formed a game in his mind, and Zhang Yang calculated frantically.

Slowly, Zhang Yang opened his eyes. This was a ball from a very bad angle. Obviously, Mr. Zhou didn't take any risks even when he knew he didn't feel it, so he simply stopped the ball at an angle where he couldn't score.

Zhang Yang smiled softly at the corner of his mouth. He did not hit the ball, but walked around the table, stopping at each pocket and measuring the distance between each pocket with his eyes. And the size of the slope of the entire billiard table... Time passes little by little.

"Are you still going to play?" Mr. Zhou finally couldn't bear it anymore. This is not an international competition and there is no time limit.

"Why don't I fight?"

Zhang Yang finally lowered his head and glanced at the table, walked to the cue ball and hit the ball without thinking, as if he was not prepared at all.

Snapped!

Snapped!

There was a series of collision sounds. Zhang Yang closed his eyes without looking at the ball, because he knew that the ball would not go in.

Time stopped again. Mr. Zhou frowned and looked at the table. This was another goal that could not be scored. The main ball was blocked. Of course, this kind of ball didn't matter to Mr. Zhou at ordinary times, but today, he didn't have the slightest confidence. .

After frowning and thinking for a moment, Mr. Zhou decided to hit the ball in. If this situation continues, it will be difficult to regain the feeling of the ball, and a breakthrough must be made.

Mr. Zhou raised his club and poked the ball suddenly. The black ball drew a strange arc in a wide arc, cleverly bypassing the obstacle ball in front, bang! It was an extremely gorgeous shot that hit the ball not far from the mouth of the pocket, and it landed in the pocket!

"Pah, pah, pah...!"

“Bah!

There was a burst of applause, including Li Tiexiang and the others. They had to admit that Mr. Zhou's batting skills had reached a very terrifying level.

Zhang Yang always smiled silently and clapped softly. Everything was in his calculations. He was slowly tempering Mr. Zhou's patience. As long as Mr. Zhou didn't decide victory once and for all, Zhang Yang would be sure of victory. .

The game progressed very slowly. Zhang Yang seemed not to play at all, but to set up obstacles for Mr. Zhou. Some obstacles were becoming more and more difficult, and many obstacles could not be solved by ball skills at all.

For more than ten minutes, the two of them had not scored a goal.

Gradually, Mr. Zhou became a little anxious. Zhang Yang's way of playing, not for victory, but just to create obstacles, made him feel like vomiting blood, but he couldn't.

Many times, Zhang Yang clearly had a good chance, but he just didn't score, just to create a situation where Zhou Shao couldn't score.

Snapped!

There was a crisp impact, but the ball did not go in. Not only was the ball not found, but it was getting worse and worse. In fact, many goals that could be scored could not be scored. Mr. Zhou's wise and friendly face turned a bit ferocious. This was the first time he had encountered something like this for so many years of playing Slok.

Young Master Zhou didn't know that from beginning to end, the rhythm of batting was controlled by Zhang Yang. When Young Master Zhou's ball sense improved slightly, Zhang Yang would delay the game without limit until Young Master Zhou became anxious and dissatisfied. When Mr. Zhou was already feeling bad, Zhang Yang immediately hit the ball and gave up his position to Mr. Zhou.

Bad emotions are like a vicious cycle of cancer, constantly corroding Mr. Zhou's calmness and wisdom.

Snapped!

The ball went in. This was the first goal that Zhang Yang scored. It was very beautiful. This ball was not difficult to hit, but it was a long ball from a large angle. It was very difficult to hit it. However, Zhang Yang hit this ball without any sloppiness. The ball seems to move smoothly and smoothly.

"great, good luck!"

“Papa…!

…

There was a burst of applause, and everyone seemed to notice that Zhang Yang started to attack.

(To be continued)