"Bang!"
"Bang!"
The miracle continued to unfold, as Ye Mingtian drove the ball onto the green and then putted it into the hole with another stroke.
For the par-five hole, Ye Mingtian only used two strokes.
Everyone was already going crazy, to an unimaginable extent; everything was too thrilling and exciting.
"The legendary Double Eagle Ball! It was totally worth coming, I actually witnessed a Double Eagle Ball!"
Like boiling water, the billionaires could no longer contain their excitent, exclaiming out loud one after another.
A Double Eagle Ball is achieved by completing a hole in three strokes under par, which rarely occurs, and even if it does, it’s only on par-five or par-four holes. Of course, making a Double Eagle on a par-four hole is almost impossible. It’s essentially a hole-in-one.
"Pfft!"
Ryukawa Kumo’s chest felt tight, and he almost vomited blood. If he hadn’t forcibly suppressed it, it might have already co out.
For Ye Mingtian to play a "Double Eagle Ball" was an absolute blow to him, or perhaps a lifelong humiliation.
Ye Mingtian turned to look at Ryukawa Kumo, giving him a cheeky look, as if saying: You’re about to lose.
Though Ye Mingtian’s head was turned backward, his club was already in motion.
It was a completely no-look swing, and instantly, the ball shot out, tracing a beautiful arc through the air.
"Clang..."
Eventually, it stopped less than five centiters away from the hole.
"Sigh..."
Ye Mingtian, who had turned his head, seed dissatisfied with this result and couldn’t help but shake his head.
Then he approached the hole; now, at such a close distance, even a newbie could push the ball in.
Ye Mingtian certainly wouldn’t miss this chance, gently nudging the ball to settle firmly into the hole.
Representing yet another completion of a Double Eagle Ball!
"My God, I actually witnessed two Double Eagles in a single match, I’m gonna lose it."
"No wonder he’s linked with perfection! Today was truly an eye-opening experience."
...
Everyone marveled, amazed at Ye Mingtian’s godlike golfing skills, and even more so at his cunning, effortlessly securing a third of Asia’s electronics market.
In the end, Ye Mingtian scored 61 strokes, completely defeating Ryukawa Kumo’s 65 strokes!
"Just three strokes shy of the world record; do you think if Ye Mingtian played another round, he could break it?"
"He’d definitely break it. It’s clear now that at the start, Ye Mingtian was holding back. If he had been serious from the beginning, he’d absolutely break the world record."
"He’s truly a genius, perfect in every domain. If he were a professional golfer, what would other countries have to do, with him taking every championship?"
...
Ye Mingtian’s overwhelming strength left everyone astonished, these tycoons were already won over by Ye Mingtian.
With a warm smile, Ye Mingtian approached Ryukawa Kumo and said with a smile, "Mr. Ryukawa, I hope you don’t forget our bet."
Ryukawa Kumo’s face was terribly grim, his mouth trembled slightly, weakly replying, "Don’t worry, I’ll have the contract drafted today."
"Pleasure doing business!"
Ye Mingtian extended his hand proactively, his warm smile complenting his handso face, making him seem almost radiant.
Ryukawa Kumo strained to extend his hand and shook hands with Ye Mingtian.
On the surface, it was cooperation, but for Ryukawa Kumo, it was disgrace.
The feeling of humiliation was extre, as if his dignity had been trampled.
Ye Mingtian openly deceived him, but he was powerless to do anything, having to endure it silently.
Moreover, Ryukawa Kumo had a premonition that Ye Mingtian’s goal was not just a third of the market but the entire Ryukawa Family.
He strongly felt that in the future, Ye Mingtian would be the greatest adversary of the Ryukawa Family.
"Mr. Ryukawa, would you like to continue? This first encounter with golf is truly captivating," Ye Mingtian grinned.
"Pfft!"
This ti, Ryukawa Kumo really spat out blood, hurriedly turning around and pulling out a tissue to stop it, preventing others from noticing.
Looking at the bright red bloodstains on the tissue, Ryukawa Kumo’s eyes glinted coldly,
Ye Mingtian arranged a banquet at the Hai Tian Estate to welco Ryukawa Kumo.
Everyone moved towards the Hai Tian Estate’s hotel, including Ye Mingtian and Ryukawa Kumo.
In an instant, only Ye Chenfeng and Chu Qingxue were left on the field.
"Xue’xue, is 61 strokes really impressive?" Ye Chenfeng couldn’t help but ask.
Chu Qingxue looked earnestly into Ye Chenfeng’s eyes and said, "He’s just three strokes away from the world record. With his current abilities, no matter what competition he participates in, he will be the champion!"
Ye Chenfeng looked disdainful: "Is this the world champion? I don’t accept it!"
"You don’t accept? Then are you even stronger?" Chu Qingxue asked sowhat skeptically.
"Whether I’m strong or not, let’s speak with facts... Talking is just aningless." Ye Chenfeng spoke indifferently while picking up a club and heading towards the tee.
Chu Qingxue, speechless, rolled her eyes at him and said, "Maybe later, the banquet is about to start, let’s go."
"It won’t take that long, give a minute, that’s enough!" Ye Chenfeng said.
Chu Qingxue looked surprised: "A minute? What are you going to do?"
"Finish eighteen holes!" Ye Chenfeng replied.
"You’re crazy, how could you finish eighteen holes in a minute? Earlier, Senior Ye’s speed was fast enough, and it still took him ten or twenty minutes. How could it be possible in a minute?" Chu Qingxue said incredulously.
"How can you know unless you see it? Just like everyone didn’t believe in Ye Mingtian before, and then?" Ye Chenfeng retorted.
Chu Qingxue raised her fair wrist, checked her watch, and said, "Alright, I’ll give you a minute. I hope you can surprise ."
"Snap!"
Ye Chenfeng snapped his fingers, smiled, and said, "A minute is enough."
"Bang!"
Imdiately, Ye Chenfeng swung directly, and instantly, the ball flew out.
"Pfft!"
Chu Qingxue almost burst out laughing, Ye Chenfeng was just ssing around. Who plays golf like that?
"Gasp!"
But in the next second, she was stunned, because with one stroke, Ye Chenfeng got a hole-in-one on a par-three hole.
Second hole!
...
Fourth hole!
For the four par-three holes, Ye Chenfeng completed all with one stroke each!
Chu Qingxue covered her mouth, unable to speak.
Then, the ten par-four holes, Ye Chenfeng consistently swung, each ti the ball dropped steadily into the hole.
Chu Qingxue’s eyes were about to pop out.
Four par-five holes!
Similarly, Ye Chenfeng completed them all with one stroke each, the ball hitting the target as accurately as a missile with no deviation.
"Forty-five seconds!"
After completing eighteen holes, Ye Chenfeng clapped his hands. He looked quite relaxed.
Beside him, Chu Qingxue was almost suffocating, her horror-filled eyes as if she had witnessed the most unbelievable thing.
"How... how did you do that?" Chu Qingxue’s voice was noticeably trembling.
"Eighteen holes, of course, are eighteen strokes. Is that sothing to be surprised about?"
Ye Chenfeng turned his back on Chu Qingxue, heading straight for the estate hotel.
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