Chapter 63: This Is What a Perfect Break Looks Like!

"Kid, hurry up and start already. Why are you still dawdling?"

"Damn it, will you die if you stop talking nonsense and showing off? Hurry up and break already!"

Seeing the impatience written all over their faces, Chen Yufeng's lips curled into a faint smile. He felt a thrill of satisfaction inside. Of course he knew these people were just waiting to see a spectacle, to watch him embarrass himself—exactly the effect he wanted.

He glanced at the System’s attributes. The more outrageous his posturing, the greater the reward he’d receive. Normally, each person would only contribute three points, but with so many layers of bravado just now, the reward per person would easily rise to five or six, maybe even eight or nine.

And there were over three hundred people present.

Just this one act would net him at least two thousand points.

So, the more flamboyant, the better.

While he was quietly savoring his anticipation, Chen Yufeng looked calmly at the crowd of wealthy young men, nouveau riche, and local magnates, and called out in a clear voice:

"Gentlemen, I urge you all to keep your eyes wide open. Do not blink, or you will miss the most breathtaking moment in snooker history—a moment you will regret missing for the rest of your lives."

"For the love of God, just start! One more word out of you and I’ll smash you with a cue ball—"

The crowd could barely contain themselves, hurling another barrage of jeers at Chen Yufeng.

He Meixuan and Liu Telin were equally at a loss for words. Truly, he was the king of show-offs. In their eyes, this would go down as the most self-defeating moment in snooker history. They could already imagine how hilariously embarrassing the next few moments would be.

"Open your titanium-plated dog eyes wide and watch carefully! Don’t blink even once, and get ready to give me a thunderous round of applause—"

Chen Yufeng shouted once more to the crowd.

Then, amid another tide of ridicule and mockery, he gripped his cue tightly, struck a dashing pose, lined up the shot, and swung—

Bang—

As soon as Chen Yufeng struck the ball, the cue ball flew into the air, soaring above the table.

The young tycoons, the wealthy uncles, the hired beauties, and the club staff all burst out laughing at the ridiculous scene, doubling over, barely stopping themselves from rolling on the floor.

Ha! Truly an eye-opener—spectacular, absolutely spectacular!

Is there anything funnier than this? With skills like that, you dare show off in front of the King of the Table?

Need we even guess how this will end?

A flying cue ball on the very first shot—really, this guy has the nerve to boast about clearing the table in one go?

What a clown, and a top-notch one at that.

A poser with no skills—how are you going to keep up the act now?

...

Initially, since Chen Yufeng had spoken so earnestly and carried himself with such calm confidence, they thought that even if he wasn’t as good as he claimed, he’d at least have some real ability. Now, however—

He was nothing but a complete buffoon.

He Meixuan and Liu Telin were even more exasperated, shaking their heads with a sigh.

He really was just here for laughs. Now he’d truly made a fool of himself. If the cue ball had hit Osney, at least he’d have achieved something. But now, what was the point?

"Hmph, truly overestimating yourself."

Osney watched Chen Yufeng’s first flying cue ball, this rookie mistake, and looked at him with utter disdain, pointing at him and sneering:

"Foolish boy from Huaxia, with skills like yours, you dare boast and challenge me? Just being compared to trash like you is the greatest shame of my professional career."

Amidst the crowd’s uproar, Chen Yufeng only smiled and replied:

"I was just checking the quality of the cue ball to see if it would affect my performance. Why get so worked up? Well, after checking, I can say the ball is up to standard."

Then he shouted at them, "Everybody stand back! I’m about to break!"

Unsurprisingly, another tidal wave of mockery answered him.

Now the pretentiousness meter was at its peak, just waiting for the moment to explode into shock and reap the rewards.

Without another word, Chen Yufeng gripped the cue, bent over with style, aimed, and took his shot—

Bang—

With a swift stroke, the cue ball once again soared through the air, hovering above the table.

"Damn it—"

Just as they were about to pile on with more jeers, the next moment left everyone dumbstruck.

The cue ball didn’t fall to the ground as expected. Instead, it spun rapidly, landed back on the table, and became a blur as it struck the triangle of red balls.

What happened next was nothing short of miraculous.

All fifteen red balls began to move. With their impact, the seven colored balls also spun and rolled toward the pockets.

Thud, thud, thud—

Five or six seconds later, all twenty-two balls on the table had rolled cleanly into the pockets.

For a moment, the entire hall was stunned!

For a moment, the entire hall fell silent!

The venue was instantly as quiet as the grave, a sense of awe thickening the air.

This deathly silence lasted several seconds. When people finally recovered, a thunderous wave of exclamations erupted:

"How—how is this possible? Am I seeing things?"

"Oh my God, did I really see that? Someone tell me this isn’t a hallucination!"

"No, no, no, how can this be? A one-shot table clearance—an actual one-shot clearance!"

"My God! That was less than ten seconds, wasn’t it? Did he really clear the table with just one stroke? This is a miracle in the history of snooker! Is this even humanly possible?"

Just one stroke—a one-shot table clearance.

It happened. It really happened. This utterly illogical, inconceivable event—something never before witnessed in the history of snooker—had just unfolded before the eyes of two or three hundred people.

No one could believe it. Even after regaining their senses, everyone wore a look of disbelief.

While they were all still frozen in shock, Chen Yufeng casually struck the cue ball on the next table.

The result was exactly the same—within five or six seconds, another uncanny one-shot table clearance.

Twice. Two times!

He cleared the table with a single shot—twice in a row.

What did this mean?

Before the eyes of the entire audience, Chen Yufeng had pulled off two consecutive one-shot clearances, shaking them to their core.

If you call it luck, is that possible? Not even once, let alone twice in succession. If anyone posted this online, no one would believe it. At best, they’d think it was a special effect or a publicity stunt by Starshine Club.

It simply defied all logic, all reason.

Something that should have been impossible.

At that moment, everyone present stared blankly at Chen Yufeng, their faces etched with shock, waves of astonishment surging through their hearts.

Just a moment ago, hearing Chen Yufeng’s outrageous boast, they’d all dismissed him as a poser and a clown.

Who could have imagined that his wild boast would become reality?

It was just too bizarre.

What kind of monster was this man?

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