The Road to Slaying God

Indeed, Zhang Yang has decided to take action, and now the time is ripe. Even if he makes a mistake now, Young Master Zhou will not be able to organize resistance. If he takes action now, he can add insult to injury and make Young Master Zhou even more irritable.

Snapped!

It went in again, the cue ball made a beautiful return, returning to the best hitting angle, and the power was controlled to this level, which is very rare even for professional players... Everyone looked at it with blank faces. Zhang Yang kept swinging the club, but Mr. Zhou's whole body had become sluggish.

At this time, is Zhang Yang still the rookie who was so raw that he couldn't even hold a club professionally?

Is Zhang Yang still the newbie who doesn't understand Slok at this time?

Obviously not!

Zhang Yang now has a focused and calm expression on his face. The club is like his body. He rarely aims at an angle. It seems that he hits the club accidentally, but he often hits the target with one hit.

What makes Mr. Zhou even more frustrated is that Zhang Yang's movements are very flawless and full of a noble temperament, as if he was born for Slok. Zhang Yang gives people a strong illusion that his whole person feels... Integrating into the table, becoming one, natural, this is a feeling that cannot be described in words.

Zhou Shao naturally couldn't imagine that Zhang Yang was not idle from the moment he mastered the rhythm and destroyed his ball feel and rhythm. He was calculating the area, angle, arc, slope of the entire table, and he was also calculating the weight of the ball. , the spin force generated by the ball and the ball, and the reversal speed caused by the impact of the club, etc.

All the preparations are for the blockbuster now.

Now, his ball sense has reached its peak. As long as Zhou Shao does not destroy it, Zhou Shao can no longer escape the fate of losing, because it is impossible for Zhou Shao to regain his ball sense now. Zhang Yang's smooth performance makes him even more anxious. Wherever he could find the sense of ball, he now felt like he had been pulled into a huge scam, and everyone here was united to deal with him.

When people's thoughts go to extremes, their IQ will become zero, and Mr. Zhou is no exception.

This is exactly what publicity needs.

Snapped!

This goal was not scored, but with these consecutive goals, Zhang Yang's score has surpassed Zhou Shao's fifty points. Of course, fifty points are nothing when professional players compete. At this time, But it is a watershed.

good chance!

Seeing the position where the ball stopped, Mr. Zhou couldn't help but feel happy. This was definitely a good position for a comeback. As long as he played well, he was sure to clear the shot.

Mr. Zhou did not rush to hit the ball, but closed his eyes for a while, took a deep breath, picked up a towel and kept wiping it on the club, brewing his own feelings.

"There's no need to waste time. I can guarantee that you won't score this goal." Zhang Yang was just right to destroy Mr. Zhou's mentality.

really!

Young Master Zhou was affected by Zhang Yang again. However, Young Master Zhou also knew that Zhang Yang was interfering with him. He forcibly restrained his impulse and said nothing. He lowered his head and stared at the ball closely, analyzing the angle and route... No. Will come in!

Won't enter!

Won't enter!

…

I don't know why, but these three words "won't enter" are like a curse, always lingering in Mr. Zhou's mind, lingering.

Snapped!

After the ball was hit, there was a sigh of regret. Not only Mr. Zhou's group of people sighed, but also Mr. Li's group of people. Obviously, they also saw that just now was an opportunity, an opportunity to determine victory. It is a pity. , Mr. Zhou's performance has reached the extreme, which is something that has never happened before.

You know, in the past, Mr. Zhou could handle a game like this with ease, but now, this victory seems so far away.

In fact, many people think that Mr. Zhou is letting the water go, that he is playing a long-term game to catch the big fish. No one knows that Mr. Zhou's psychological anxiety has reached the point of collapse.

This is no longer a matter of winning or losing. Tens of millions of bets will not be taken seriously by Mr. Zhou. Winning or losing actually does not matter. The key is that he does not understand why the feeling of the ball is so bad today. This was simply impossible before. The thing happened just today.

Mr. Zhou really wanted to understand why, but the more he thought about it, the less he understood it, which only made the anxiety in his heart worse. Now, what affected Mr. Zhou was not the game, but finding the reason.

Mr. Zhou took a step back to get out of the way and swung the club hard. He was frustrated, really frustrated. This kind of ball that he could almost hit with his eyes closed before became an unattainable level of difficulty. This made him very frustrated. His first attempt felt like failure.

Only Zhang Yang knew that now, it was no longer a Slok game, but a psychological battle. From the beginning, Zhang Yang slowly controlled the rhythm of the game and controlled the development of the game until he mastered Zhou Shao's skills. Psychology caused some small changes in Mr. Zhou's psychology, until he got into trouble.

In fact, things are not that simple. This is a very complicated process. Some of the small actions and words that Zhang Yang started with are actually a hypnotic process. Hypnosis is included in psychology. Zhang Yang used it here without any trace. Zhang Yang is very hypnotic. It was clear that he could not defeat Mr. Zhou who had strong confidence in him in Slok's game. Mr. Zhou's skills had far surpassed those of ordinary professional players.

Snapped!

There was a crisp sound, and Zhou Shao's closed eyes and brows jumped. He was secretly praying that Zhang Yang could not hit it. Unfortunately, Zhang Yang did not make another mistake. Although Zhang Yang's skills were not as good as Zhou Shao's, Zhang Yang's calculation ability was far inferior to that of Zhou Shaoxiang. In comparison, every angle of this table, the friction of the tabletop, including the angle of the pocket, and the curvature of the plane have formed a fixed pattern in Zhang Yang's brain.

After observing Zhang Yang from the beginning, he discovered that the table was slightly tilted. Although the tilt was almost negligible, it could easily affect the victory of the surname.

Snapped!

Snapped!

Snapped!

…

The balls kept making collision sounds. What stunned Mr. Zhou the most was that the black ball was like a huge magnet, and the white ball always stopped about a foot away from it when it came and went.

In snooker, the black ball has the highest score. What the master has to do is to make the black ball the target of the next shot after scoring a red ball. Now Zhang Yang is doing this, one red and one black. Young Master Zhou watches helplessly as the red balls are eliminated one by one, and the black balls fall into the pocket again and again. With every impact, Mr. Zhou's brows jumped. He felt that his back was already wet. The silk shirt embroidered with dragon patterns had stuck to his skin. Because the shirt was close to the skin, it turned flesh-colored, like stockings.

Finally, Mr. Zhou simply closed his eyes again.

Mr. Zhou kept wiping the sweat on his forehead with a tissue. In fact, although the hall was huge, the temperature was just right, neither too high nor too low.

It wasn't until this moment that everyone noticed Mr. Zhou's nervousness.

Mr. Li's group of people felt very happy. It was really not easy for them to see Mr. Zhou in such a mess. They applauded every time Zhang Yang scored, as if it was not Zhang Yang who won. But them.

At this time, because of Zhou Shao, Zhang Yang and Li Tiexiang, the distance between them has become much closer. The enemy of the enemy is a friend. This principle applies to any country and environment.

Snapped!

With the last impact, Mr. Zhou's body trembled slightly. Although he kept his eyes closed, he knew exactly how many balls there were on the table. Naturally, he knew that it was over. This game was over. At least he couldn't help but feel long. What a relief, waiting is also a pain!

"I lost!" Mr. Zhou opened his eyes, stared at Zhang Yang, and remained silent for a long time before speaking.

"You will definitely lose. As long as you fight me, you will keep losing!"

Zhang Yang was not modest. He planted the most critical sentence of hypnosis for Mr. Zhou, which made Mr. Zhou have a fixed program in his mind. He believed that if he continued to fight, he would definitely lose. This was the first step. The second step was The first and third steps require a certain amount of movements and language to complete. Hypnosis is full of mystery in the eyes of many people. In fact, this is an extremely complex system work. It is not only movements, but also requires language to guide the completion..." Zhang Yang , how are you?" At this time, Wang Yan, who had been whispering to Xuelian in the distance, came over. In order not to affect her mood, she turned her back towards the table. She didn't come over until the end of the game. Now , she was confused, because she became very depressed when she saw that domineering face.

"Win!" Zhang Yang smiled faintly.

"Did he win? How many points did he lose?" Wang Yan never considered that Zhang Yang would win.

(To be continued)