162. Chapter 162 Disagreeing with the competition 1
silence!
There was such deathly silence in the field that you could hear the drop of a pin.
Shock!
Everyone was stunned, holding their breath subconsciously, not daring to take a breath.
Creepy!
Everyone looked at each other and saw the shock in each other's eyes.
Click!
Ball No. 13 rolled gurglingly on the ground. When it hit the leg of a table tennis table, it suddenly made a crisp cracking sound and split from it.
"Oh my god, how is this possible, how is this possible..."
"It takes a lot of strength to hit the ball that is blocking the road more than ten meters, hit the wall, and then fall to the ground and break into two pieces."
"I just heard a buzz, and a black shadow flashed past the No. 13 ball and disappeared. Then I heard a roar on the opposite wall. The speed of the ball was beyond my visual range. It was too fast.
too fast."
"Even the top professional players can't have such wrist strength, nor can they hit the ball at this level. The God of Billiards, he is the God of Billiards! He is definitely the God of Billiards!"
After a long silence, there was an explosion of noise in the venue. Everyone exclaimed in a tone of disbelief. The eyes they looked at Ye Ming completely changed again. There was no more contempt and indifference before, but only admiration and respect.
Looking up at the mountains, at this moment, no one thinks that Ye Ming's previous goals are luck anymore. Everyone deeply understands how powerful he is. No one can hit all the balls into the hole with one shot if they are lucky, and even more
No one can hit the final shot full of violence and beauty by luck.
"You lost." Ye Ming looked at Chen Yu with a faint smile. The latter opened his eyes so wide that his eyes almost popped out of his sockets. He looked at Ye Ming as if he had seen a ghost. After a while, he swallowed his saliva.
, recovered from the previous shock, feeling bitter in his heart. He always thought that his skills were very good, even compared with professional players, they were not much worse, but now after seeing Ye Ming's strength
, but he felt sad for a while, and his self-confidence began to waver.
"Impossible, you can't be so powerful. You're just lucky. You're just lucky." Chen Yu shook his head suddenly, unwilling to accept this outcome. He didn't believe that someone could be so powerful, let alone believe it.
"Is it possible that you want to deny it after losing?" Ye Ming sneered. "You are just lucky. I don't believe you are so good. I want to compete with you again." Chen Yu said with red eyes. Ye Ming raised the corners of his lips.
With a hint of evil arc, he said: "Okay, then I will convince you that you have lost."
Next, Ye Ming competed with Chen Yu for two more games. In these two games, Ye Ming became serious, and his batting posture was as standard as a textbook. With his computer-like computing power, microscope-like observation, and understanding of the body
With the subtle grasp and exquisite control of his wrist, every shot is as beautiful as a picture scroll, and every goal is as perfect as a ball. It is not so much playing billiards as it is a performing art. The result is no suspense.
Without exception, Chen Yu cleared the table with one shot every time, leaving Chen Yu with no chance to even touch the shot, let alone fight back.
"Are you convinced?" Ye Ming looked at Chen Yu with the pole, a smile on his lips, and his image was extremely tall. Chen Yu clenched his fists tightly, and his nails dug deeply into his flesh. He lost, completely, and he lost because of what he was best at.
on the billiards table, and still had no power to fight back.