Almighty Sportsman

Chapter 68 Get carried away, an unexpected mission
BKRush, worth more than 6000 yuan, is not in vain. Under Wang Hu's vigorous rush of the ball, the pile of balls was blown apart, and four goals were scored in an instant.

Although Wang Hu didn't deliberately control the white ball, he was lucky. The white ball stayed in the middle of the kick-off area above after several hits, which was considered a good position.

And at the mouth of the middle pocket not far from the white ball, there is a suit ball on the left and right.

This situation is simply a godsend opportunity!
Wang Hu was also very satisfied with his tee shot. Amidst the exclamation of his teammates, he walked back swaggeringly, put down his punch, and took out his own shot.

And his cue is a top-notch cue. The Shaw cue made in the United States can be called the Rolls-Royce of the cue world. The high price makes ordinary billiard lovers discouraged.

Even among professional players, there are very few holders.

In Wang Hu's hand, it is a purely handmade Shaw's ebony base wood with bird's eye maple and white purple board produced in 2011. The current market price is about 42000 yuan.

Although the pole looks relatively plain and not eye-catching, to the eyes of knowledgeable people, it is a super artifact!
After Wang Hu took out the cue, he saw the slightly moved expression in Yi Gan's eyes, and knew that he had met someone with discerning eyes, so he pretended not to care and asked, "Brother, is this cue okay?"

Yi Qian replied calmly, "The pole is pretty good, it just depends on whether your level is pretty good as well."

Wang Hu snorted coldly and began to pick the ball.

After scoring four goals, the lucky Wang Hu didn't have to think at all, the balls on the table were extremely simple.

Although Wang Hu's posture is full of loopholes and extremely amateurish in Yi Gan's view.

But the ball shape is simple and the cue is stable. Wang Hu hit all the way without any problems.

After playing three pocket balls, Wang Hu picked up three more suit balls and faced the No. [-] ball directly.

Wang Hu had never fought under such handicap conditions before, and felt that he played too easily and did not show his own strength.

Desire to show off a shot, facing a simple straight black eight, chose to hit an ultra-low low shot, ready to show his true level to his teammates with a dazzling low shot.

As a result, Wang Hu's exaggerated strokes greatly affected the quality of the stroke, causing a simple black eight to swing around twice after hitting the opening and then come out again.

Stayed in the pocket and failed to score.

Wang Hu returned to his seat with a dark face, without saying a word.

Miao Miao regretted, "We almost cleared the stage, it depends on how the opponent fights."

"I have a pocket, and he has a table of dead balls. How else can he play? Can he still clear the table?"

Wang Hu's voice was rough, his neck was stuck, and he looked very unconvinced.

Yi Gan took a male club that he picked out from the ball rack next to him when he was practicing on an empty table, and immediately played.

"Dude, don't you think you're looking down on me when you compete with a public pole?"

Wang Hu seemed to have discovered a new world, his tone was exaggerated, and he looked at the golf club in Yi Gan's hand in disbelief.

Although Yi Qian didn't have any fluctuations in his mood training, he also felt that this opponent was a bit annoying, so he replied coldly, "If you hit you, the public pole will be enough."

Wang Hu laughed angrily and simply stood next to the table. He wanted to see how Yi Gan could win this round with a public pole on a table of difficult balls, with the black eight right at the mouth of the pocket!

As long as Yi Qian makes a mistake in any shot and cannot clear the table, if he starts by himself and has a black eight in the pocket, it is impossible to make a mistake.

I have almost won this game ahead of schedule!
Wang Hu's small moves did not affect Yi Qian at all. When he used props to fight Ma Chenyang in his dream, he had at least five sets. It was even more difficult than the current situation, and he managed to resolve three of them.

Now the opponent's level can't bring pressure on him, and the situation on the table is actually not as difficult as Wang Hu thinks.

In Yiqian's view, the one on the same side as the black eight needs to be K out of the three Tieku balls, and the other two on the two sides, one can be turned into the pocket, and the other Yiqian thinks that as long as the position is called properly, it is completely possible. Confidence scored.

On the whole, the difficulty is actually just a K ball.

Wang Hu originally thought that Yi Gan would have a headache for a long time, but it turned out that Yi Gan just observed briefly and was ready to hit the ball.

This caused Wang Hu to be suspicious, "Could it be that he is bluffing and trying to try his luck to forcefully clear the stage?"

With Wang Hu's knowledge, he could only come to this conclusion.

Yi Gan made a decisive move. After hitting the two bottom pockets in the kick-off area, he used the white ball to hit the one and a half Tieku No. 4 on the right side below, preparing to use the little angle left to hit the black ball on the left. The No. 3 ball in front of eight K.

Wang Hu looked at Yi Gan who was gesticulating with a cue stick, and felt that he was becoming more and more unable to see through this unknown player in S rank.

The first two balls were simple after all. Wang Hu thought he could score even if he went up, and he didn't see any tricks.

The reserved angle of the ball and the easy-to-hand gesture made Wang Hu ponder over and over again, and came to an astonishing conclusion.

"Is he going to fight this long table and half stick difficult ball, and then use the angle left to K out the dead ball No. 3?"

Wang Hu was taken aback by his own analysis, and he couldn't believe it.

"Even the world champion, Zheng Tianyao, would be a little reckless to make such a choice?"

"It's easy to do, but it's impossible to have this kind of strength?"

Wang Hu looked nervously at Yi Gan, who was calmly taking the shot, and looked at the ball shape with wide eyes.

"Snapped!"

After the white ball hit the No. 4 ball that was half-way up, it drew a slight arc and accelerated towards the other side.

Just when the white ball hit the No. 3 ball and knocked it live, the No. 4 ball also fell into the pocket at the same time.

Scoring the difficult No. 4 ball and using the stick method to K-live the No. 3 ball, this god-level operation that only existed in Wang Hu's imagination, was easily achieved by Yi Qian!
"I*"

A man with Wang Hu couldn't help but swear. Yi Qian's shot completely surpassed the imagination of a junior player like him.

"It's amazing!" Miao Miao couldn't help but marvel.

When Yi Gan hit the first two balls just now, although the goal was relatively simple, Miao Miao's eyes were still impressed by Yi Gan's basic skills such as stance and power.

She doesn't know much about billiards, but she has learned badminton for a while, but in terms of body coordination, many sports are actually interlinked.

From Yi Gan's series of movements just now, she saw the harmonious beauty. She didn't know that this was a professional performance, but she only knew that Wang Hu's opponent played really well.

Until the performance of this ball, even though her understanding of billiards is only superficial, she can see that Yi Qian's strength is really strong.

Wang Hu felt his chest was hit by a sledgehammer that weighed [-] jin, and he was a little unsteady on his feet.

He sat back in his seat, breathing slowly to calm the tightness in his chest, and thought bitterly, "This brother is too perverted!"

Yi Gan is also quite satisfied with the effect of this shot, because he did not use system props and relied solely on his own ability to do it.

Only then did Yi Gan feel that he had indeed become stronger.

In the past, Yi Qian used props to play this kind of ball once in the game in Xiongguan City.

But at that time, using props to score, and this time relying on one's own real strength to score, the mood was completely different.

At that time, what brought me was hope and the opportunity to continue to get started.

But now, it is the self-confidence that makes Yi Qian confident.

And, an unexpected system task.

"Ding, the host triggers a random task: I have become stronger."

"[I have become stronger]: The host won the championship by relying on his own real strength without using any system props."

"Task reward: Passive skill [I have become stronger]."

Yi Qian didn't expect that the shot he tried would actually trigger a task.

Looking at the description of this task, it is to let yourself win the championship without using props.

Speaking of this difficulty, although it exists, it is not without opportunities.

After all, Yi Qian has maintained a relatively strong enthusiasm and excellent touch in recent practice and confrontation.

His own technical and tactical level is also sufficient to have such conditions.

After all, in this competition, the strongest opponents are just a few familiar names such as Ma Chenyang, Hao Yue and Yi Gan, all of whom are only at the professional level (intermediate level).

Yi Qian is confident that his comprehensive strength will not be inferior to any of these people!
As for the skill rewards obtained, you will naturally know what effects they will have after completing the task.

At present, I still focus on playing every round and winning all opponents. Isn't the task completed?

Yi Qian was not proud of this shot, and calmly scored the remaining balls one by one. Facing the black eight in the pocket, he did not hit the ball casually like an amateur, but maintained the same rhythm and performance. Rod, score steadily.

Wang Hu made a mistake because he wanted to express himself with one shot, but was cleared by Yi Gan with one shot.

The score was 1:0, Yiqian took the lead.

When Yi Gan walked back to his seat, facing Wang Hu who was about to set the ball for himself with his head down, he said softly, "It's 5 to 0, 4 rounds away."

Wang Hu's head lowered.

(End of this chapter)