Mini World Game ConsoleEvil Dragon Crazy Soldier King Chapter 1799 - 1800: Spin Shot

Ouyang Ping stared blankly at Yang Fei, his eyes full of shock.

His billiard shot spun so fiercely, and the path it took, all were curves.

The cue ball spun rapidly, skillfully avoiding obstacles, and accurately sank the target ball into the pocket.

This way of playing, Ouyang Ping had never heard or seen before.

The cue strikes the ball, with the force going straight through.

The struck cue ball often shoots out in a straight line.

Even when hitting a side shot, it's the sa.

But this guy's stroke exerted a spinning force, causing the cue ball to spin.

The cue ball spun rapidly like a top, knocking one target ball after another into the pocket.

This guy's way of playing completely overturned the rules of billiards!

Everyone was dumbfounded watching the cue ball struck by Yang Fei spin rapidly.

After drawing an arc, the cue ball bypassed two obstacle balls before coming to a stop.

A few seconds later, Ouyang Ping couldn't help but exclaim.

"You... how can you play like this? Who plays like that?"

Others also murmured.

"I've never seen such a billiard style, breaking the rules."

"Breaking the rules? I don't think so, what rule do you think he's breaking?"

"Really a monster, playing billiards like spinning a top, an eye-opener."

"Amazing, how does that cue ball spin so fast?"

"This is nothing, what's amazing is this guy's calculation and control ability, unmatched!"

...

Yang Fei didn't bother to listen to the others' comnts, responded with an 'oh', looking at Ouyang Ping in surprise.

"What, can't you play billiards like this?"

Ouyang Ping's face flushed red, bitterness in his mouth.

There is no rule in billiards that prohibits spinning shots.

But is this kind of spinning shot sothing a regular person can play?

Monster!

Yang Fei looked at Ouyang Ping speechless, walked beside him, ready to break.

Ouyang Ping had to step aside, though his heart was pounding.

Bam!

Yang Fei struck again.

The cue hit the cue ball, which spun rapidly like a top being whipped, buzzing loudly.

Bam bam bam bam!

With four crisp collision sounds, the cue ball sunk four target balls from different positions into the pockets.

Even after falling into the pocket, the target balls continued to spin rapidly, making a rustling sound.

Everyone looked at Yang Fei in disbelief, their mouths wide enough to fit a billiard ball.

Ouyang was trembling all over, not from anger, but from fear.

This miraculous style, participating in the Olympics would definitely sweep all billiard masters worldwide.

Yang Fei looked at the stunned crowd, amused.

He had applied the Martial Arts Heart thod of the Great Mount Suru Palm to billiards.

The force from the tip of the cue was a spinning force, which made the cue ball spin.

As for controlling the ball's landing point and the accuracy of hitting the balls, that was Yang Fei's forte.

These things, if spoken out loud, seem worthless, yet they scared these people out of their wits.

Bam!

Yang Fei's final shot sunk the black 8 ball into the pocket.

This shot was executed with a straight force, the black 8 neatly sank into the pocket.

Bravo!

The onlookers couldn't help but cheer.

This kid with a confused look was actually hiding his true strength.

Playing billiards at this level, no one could compare.

Yang Fei walked up to Ouyang Ping with large strides, throwing the cue aside.

He extended a hand cunningly: "Where's my 500,000?"

Ouyang Ping's face turned beet red, filled with both distress and fury.

He wasn't upset about the 500,000, pure indignation.

In his area of expertise, he was easily defeated.

This brought Ouyang Ping imnse humiliation.

A hint of mockery flashed in Yang Fei's eyes.

"What? Are you planning to renege?"

Everyone's attention was on Ouyang Ping.

They all knew the young master's character well; it wouldn't be surprising if he tried to back out on the debt.

Yang Fei's eyes showed a degree of coldness.

"Young Master Ouyang, a bet is a bet, you won't lose your money and your honor, will you?"

Ouyang Ping spat viciously, took out his phone, and opened his mobile banking app

"Pah, only a fool would lose face, I'll transfer it to you now."

Yang Fei let out a long sigh of relief, patting his chest.

"I thought you would refuse to pay, it scared my little heart, making it beat non-stop.

After receiving the money, he waved at the pool hall owner.

"Bring two cases of beer, it's my treat today, take what you want."

Everyone cheered.

Even so of Ouyang Ping's lackeys couldn't help but brighten up.

Ouyang Ping nearly gnashed his teeth to pieces.

He pointed his finger at Yang Fei, jabbing it fiercely a few tis.

"Just you wait, this isn't over."

He said, turning to leave.

Yang Fei laughed heartily behind him.

"Young Master Ouyang, aren't you going to have a drink? It's on !"

Ouyang Ping hurried his pace even more.

One of the two girls he was close to turned around, cast a coquettish glance at Yang Fei, and sauntered off.

Yang Fei couldn't help but smile: "Won, huh..."

At this mont, a very delicate pretty boy approached.

He opened a bottle of beer, his eyes showing an unusual smile.

"Thanks for the beer, I toast to you!"

Yang Fei looked at the pretty boy, who seed extraordinary, and paid attention.

The pretty boy clinked bottles with Yang Fei, and they drank heartily.

Yang Fei chugged a bottle of beer in one go, looking at the pretty boy with a faint smile.

"Can you stomach this kind of beer?"

The pretty boy was puzzled: "Why wouldn't I?"

There was a faint mockery in Yang Fei's smile.

"Soone dressed in attire worth over several hundred thousand drinking five-dollar beer, the taste must not be too good."

The pretty boy widened his eyes, his expression genuinely shocked.

"What did you say?"

Yang Fei assessed his attire, speaking plainly.

"That casual suit of yours, made by Donald, the fashion master of Paris?"

"If I'm not mistaken, the buttons on this suit are all made of blue diamonds."

He said, looking at the necklace around the pretty boy's neck.

"Do I need to say anything about the chain around your neck?"

The pretty boy's expression changed several tis.

He looked at Yang Fei, astonished.

"It seems you're also a connoisseur, can't imagine how you guessed?"

Yang Fei shook his head and grabbed another bottle of beer.

"If you're with Ouyang Ping, then please leave, we have nothing in common."

The pretty boy let out a long sigh, his expression relaxed and laid-back.

"Don't worry, I am not Ouyang Ping's friend, nor your enemy either."

"I was just curious, where did you learn your billiard skills from?"

Yang Fei showed him a finger and smiled slightly.

"That's a secret!"

The pretty boy saw his indifferent deanor, shaking his head.

"Well, I'll get going now, thanks for the drink."

With that, the pretty boy politely exited the pool hall.

Yang Fei watched the pretty boy's back, shook his head slightly.

"This guy's background is far greater than Ouyang Ping's."

"Polytechnic University is full of these rich kids, so annoying."