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"Pop!"

The fifth ball was easily scored by Wendell, still at an even pace, still accurate and in the hole.

Wendell's movements did not look half as wild or dashing as they did in the eyes of the crowd, it was just a way of playing the ball that was so bland that it seemed no different from a beginner. The only difference was that when Wendell hit the ball, he never slid his stick, and when he hit a ball, he scored one.

However, in the eyes of the insiders, this was much different.

They secretly observed that when Wendell was playing, his posture wasn't really dashing, and his eyes weren't really sharp, just bland as water. However, the strange thing was that the strength of each of Wendell's shots, the angle, and even his demeanour, all appeared the same as the first shot, without the slightest change.

If the first shot was considered masked by Wendell, and that evenly advancing ball was just a weird phenomenon, then what about these 4 subsequent shots? Could they be masked as well?

This is obviously impossible!

This means that Wendell is at a level where he can completely control any element of the ball, whether it is the angle or the strength.

Even though Wendell didn't hit the kind of dash that Larry did, let alone hit a ball as difficult as a jump ball, however, everyone didn't dare to underestimate him anymore. This was definitely a supreme master, and the crowd was secretly shocked in their hearts.

Equally shocked was Larry who had an incredulous face.

He couldn't believe his eyes when he saw the few balls that Wendell had hit. Was it really possible to play like that?

Suddenly, Larry remembered the words of that president who taught him billiards skills in college, and once Larry asked him what a real top expert should look like.

Once Larry asked him what a true top expert should be like. The chairman said, "A true top expert can return to the basics, just like a swordsman who has reached a certain level, he no longer needs a sword. My teacher once said that a true top expert, when he plays, has no semblance of grandeur at all, but rather gives the impression of a beginner. Yet, such a person seems to be able to control the ball with his eyes; wherever his eyes see, the ball will stop. Whatever kind of ball he wants, the ball will appear on the table. It's just a pity that this is only a theoretical top expert; in real life, players are affected by all sorts of external factors, and it is simply impossible to reach such a point."

As this pa_sage flashed through his mind, Larry subconsciously realised that, it seemed, Wendell had reached that legendary level!

"Impossible, how could a high school student have such skills, it's absolutely impossible!" Larry didn't want to believe it, yet the facts in front of him made it impossible for him not to believe it.

"Pop!"

The sixth ball, evenly scored into the bin.

Everyone was already frozen, they were just staring at every single movement of Wendell with dead eyes, in that simple and uncomplicated movement, they felt a rhythmic beauty, the kind of beauty that made everyone's heart beat to the rhythm.

Everyone realised that this was definitely an unworldly super master, even when watching the International Snooker Competition, they definitely did not feel this way.

However, when the crowd looked at the table, their brows furrowed again. Wendell's ball was still the last one left, but this ball, however, was in the middle of the balls of Hei Baba and Larry, a total of 4 balls were in the middle of the table, no matter from which angle, it was impossible to score, unless one took it directly by hand and put it into the hole, otherwise it was absolutely impossible to score, even for God.

By this time, a smile finally appeared on Larry's otherwise miserable white face. His balls, both in the most advantageous positions, would have finished in long ago if Hei Ba hadn't been in the way. Now, as long as Wendell made the slightest mistake, even if he left the mother ball in a little bit of a favourable position, Larry was sure to finish the ball in.

"Oh, little fellow, your technique is very great, but, this ball is destined to fail to score, it seems, strength but not the result, ah, luck is the most important thing!" Larry's crowd couldn't help but laugh.

"That's right, strength does not equal the result, however, what if it's absolute strength?" Wendell smiled faintly, and with a gentle push of the club in his hand, the mother ball slowly slid and finally stopped at the edge of those 4 balls.

"Hahahaha…… this is your absolute strength?" Seeing this ball, Larry couldn't help but let out a loud laugh, although this defense did play very well, however, Larry's balls were arranged in a triangle with the black eight, no matter where Wendell stopped the mother ball, it would give Larry a chance!

"Oops, what a shame!"

"Yeah, it's so close to the last point, it's a pity…… ugh!"

"That youth's skills aren't bad, this situation, he's definitely winning!"

Seeing the situation in the field, the onlookers couldn't help but sigh, they had seen an absolute top technical performance, however, it was because of luck that this expert with the best technique was going to lose, which made it more or less difficult for them to accept.

On both sides of the black eight, small patterned balls, Larry judged carefully and chose to play the one on the right side first, so that when the ball went into the hole, the mother ball would hit the elastic edge of the table and bounce back, and with great control, the remaining one could also go into the hole completely easily.

"Snap!"

Larry chose the middle hole, and the ball went in with perfect accuracy. However, something went wrong with the mother ball, and as it hit the edge of the table, the mother ball touched the hole and deflected slightly. This time, the remaining ball, the black eight, was in the same straight line as the black eight and the mother ball, and the black eight and the ball with the small pattern were almost next to each other!

There was no way to strike!

Larry's face turned ugly. He had no way to hit the ball unless he hit it indiscriminately, but at this critical mument, if he scored Wendell's ball, it would be his opponent's, and he would definitely lose then.

Larry was a bit distracted, and he carefully played a defensive ball, stopping the mother ball at the edge of the table, right next to the elastic edge.

This time, it was equally difficult for Wendell to score, as the ball was neither on the line nor against the hole, so it would be difficult to score unless he hit it diagonally.

At this time, everyone's eyes were looking at Wendell, if this goal was scored, Wendell would be invincible, if not, he would probably give up his chance to the other team, this was the most crucial goal.

"Brother, go for it!" Liam clenched his fists secretly in nervousness, money is a small thing, face is big!

Wendell, however, casually streat on the side of the table, and the cue in his hand didn't even use to support it for a while before he directly hit it violently. This was the first time Wendell made a strong effort, and it was also the most casual one.

Knock, knock, knock!

The mother ball bounced back and forth on the table three times, and on the last bounce, it accidentally hit the big patterned ball. Immediately afterwards, the large patterned ball was seen to be knocked around, wobbling as if it might stop at any mument, yet it just didn't stop, just rolled towards the hole.

Snap!

The ball went in!

 

To be continued....