It was Chen Fan's turn to strike.
After a brief aim, he gripped the cue tightly in his right hand and slowly pushed it forward.
With a soft *thwack*, the cue ball was struck.
At this moment, Zhiye's palm twitched slightly.
After the cue ball hit the red ball, it was still a considerable distance from the target pocket.
Seeing Chen Fan's shot miss, Zhiye grinned and said, "Mr. Chen, I've put in a lot of hard work in this area. You can't win against me."
"Is that so?" Chen Fan replied casually, "This is just the beginning. Why are you in such a hurry, Mr. Zhiye?"
Wu Chaoyang shook his head and said, "Playing like this isn't very exciting."
Although he was not a martial artist, he now understood how the game was played.
"True exciting contests aren't always beautiful to watch."
Shen Tinghao was not surprised by the situation and said leisurely, "As long as I win, nothing else matters. This is the only outcome I want."
Wu Chaoyang smiled and asked, "Young Master Shen, do you seem to have some unpleasantness with my brother Chen?"
Shen Tinghao snorted and replied, "Young Master Wu, many things are not as simple as they appear on the surface. Sometimes saving someone might not be a genuine act of salvation; it could be a hidden agenda, a ulterior motive?"
"Are you reminding me, Young Master Wu?"
Wu Chaoyang said calmly, "I must admit, your words carry some weight. Even if you are reminding me now, it doesn't mean you don't have your own plans, does it?"
Shen Tinghao's mood darkened slightly at this.
Wu Chaoyang was the eldest young master of the Wu family, and in terms of status and position, he was by no means inferior to Shen Tinghao.
If Wu Chaoyang had a close relationship with Chen Fan, it would not be a good thing for Shen Tinghao, hence his attempt to sow discord.
However, Wu Chaoyang had turned his words back on him, naturally leaving him in a foul mood.
Zhiye leaned over to strike the ball.
Chen Fan tapped his finger on the edge of the table, and a strand of internal energy was emitted, spreading out and extending towards Zhiye's target ball.
But Zhiye was cunning. He kept trying his shot.
He was concentrating, sensing the opportunity, and with a *thwack*, struck the ball within Chen Fan's internal energy.
Another ball potted. Zhiye shot a provocative glance at Chen Fan, his smugness evident.
"Add a point for this kid."
Wu Chaoyang said to Fang Qiong before asking Chen Fan, "Can you handle it? Letting this kid be so arrogant here is a real blow to our face."
Chen Fan looked at Wu Chaoyang and replied, "Don't worry. Let him be arrogant a few more times."
Zhiye struck again, aiming for a long while before the *thwack*.
This time, it was also a hit.
Chen Fan's internal energy had caused some effect, but it was clearly not enough.
"Add another five points for him!"
Zhiye laughed heartily and said, "Mr. Chen, you're still far from my level in this regard!"
Shen Tinghao glanced at Chen Fan and breathed a sigh of relief.
The stone in his heart had been partially lifted.
Chen Fan's performance in killing martial arts masters had put immense pressure on him.
Anyone else in his position, knowing Chen Fan's identity and strength, might have given up. But having never suffered a loss since childhood, he could not swallow the humiliation from Jinling.
While the Changchun Pot was not irreplaceable, as he had said before, anything he desired, he would find a way to obtain.
Even though Chen Fan's identity, strength, and influence were actually superior to his, he was unwilling to give up easily.
Zhiye had been in the capital for two days, and Shen Tinghao had come to understand him somewhat, witnessing his exquisite billiard skills and his exceptional control of internal energy that surpassed that of ordinary martial artists. It was only after arriving here that he had a sudden idea, pretending not to know Chen Fan's identity and seizing the opportunity to make this bet.
Zhiye's current performance did not disappoint him.
Looking at the arrogant Zhiye, Chen Fan said, "Mr. Zhiye, it is still a long way from your victory."
"I think it's not far off."
Zhiye smiled smugly and continued to strike the ball.
This time, it was also a hit.
Fang Qiong recorded the score, feeling a bit worried.
Of course, she hoped Chen Fan would win, as it involved a hundred million yuan... Even if it wasn't a bet of a hundred million yuan in the end, it just showed that the content of Chen Fan and Young Master Shen's wager was worth more than a hundred million yuan.
Chen Fan's expression remained calm.
Zhiye chuckled and said, "Twenty-one points already, Mr. Chen. Your lead isn't that big."
Chen Fan said faintly, "Continue!"
Wu Chaoyang pouted and muttered, "That smug look makes me want to punch him."
"You'd probably be the one getting punched."
Chen Fan chuckled.
Next, Zhiye continued to strike, and he hit every shot.
He had caught up to forty-seven points.
All the red balls had been cleared, leaving only three colored balls. If Zhiye could clear them all, he would reverse the game, and the score would be two to zero.
Shen Tinghao's smile widened.
His followers also relaxed, discussing the situation and praising Zhiye, while flattering Shen Tinghao.
Zhiye said proudly to Chen Fan, "Mr. Chen, you should just admit defeat. Your billiard skills are not bad, but in this area, I've been practicing since childhood. You're no match for me."
"Don't waste any more time!"
"Let alone you, not a single person in your Great Xia country, not even a martial arts master, could defeat me, Fang."
"Is that so?"
Chen Fan smiled slightly and said, "Mr. Zhiye, how about we make a bet? I bet you won't be able to sink another ball!"
Zhiye sneered and said, "People of Great Xia are always so stubborn, from ancient times to the present. To put it nicely, it's called determination; to put it rudely, it's called foolishness and ignorance!"
Chen Fan's gaze turned cold and he said, "Mr. Zhiye, if I let you sink another ball, I'll consider it a loss."
"You're too arrogant!"
"On the land of Great Xia, speaking recklessly and disparaging the people of Great Xia, Mr. Zhiye, do you truly believe this land is a place you can come and go as you please?"
Chen Fan's gaze was like lightning, and his tone was indifferent as he stared at Zhiye.
In an instant, Zhiye felt immense pressure.
That sharp gaze, the cold expression, and a suppressive aura that made his heart tremble caused him to stop the words on his lips.
He forced out a hum and said, "Since it's a competition, let's settle it with actual shots. Mr. Chen, I know you're a martial arts master. Unless you intend to resort to violence directly?"
"You're not worthy!"
Chen Fan said coldly.
Zhiye was startled and dared not say more, leaning over to strike the ball.
They were conversing in Japanese, so others did not understand what they were saying, only feeling that the atmosphere had become tense and confrontational.
"What did this guy say?" Wu Chaoyang asked. "Should I find a translator?"
"Nothing much. I'm just teaching him a lesson."
Chen Fan replied, placing his palm lightly on the edge of the table.
Zhiye, with a surge of resentment, struck the ball seriously.
But this time, after a *thwack*, the target ball stopped more than ten centimeters away from the pocket, halted by some unseen resistance.
Zhiye felt that he was still being influenced by Chen Fan, which annoyed him. He grunted and moved aside.
"It's my turn. Remember what I said, Mr. Zhiye. From now on, you won't sink another ball."
Chen Fan said this and immediately took his shot.
Zhiye's hand naturally remained on the edge of the table.
But with a *thwack*, the ball ignored all internal energy that should have influenced it, and the target ball dropped into the pocket with a crisp sound.
Zhiye frowned but didn't think much of it, continuing to exert his internal energy.
However, his internal energy clearly transmitted through the table, but it seemed to have no effect on Chen Fan. Chen Fan easily sank the remaining two colored balls.
Sixty-one to forty-six. Chen Fan had won the game.