Chapter 64: Chen Yufeng from the Stars

It could be said that everyone present was deeply shaken—there wasn’t a single soul untouched by astonishment. This was truly the most breathtaking shot in the history of snooker! Yet, as shocked as they were, they simply couldn’t comprehend why such a bizarre shot had occurred.

For any ordinary player, a one-shot clearance like that was utterly impossible. But with Chen Yufeng’s Divine Disk in hand, what couldn’t be achieved? Moments ago, he’d spent five points in the Divine Disk Mall to redeem the special effect for a one-shot clearance. The effect was imbued in the cue ball itself, which led to the stunningly strange scene that had left everyone in awe.

As these people reeled in disbelief, the “Pretentious Face-Slapping System” within Chen Yufeng surged with reward points—skyrocketing to 2,736 points in an instant. Adding to his previous total, he now had 2,787 reward points. Seeing such a bountiful sum, Chen Yufeng’s heart brimmed with satisfaction... His entire showdown with Osney was all for this: to show off and rack up rewards. Playing with He Meixuan and Liu Teling before had just been casual games among friends—there was no need for such theatrics.

At that moment, He Meixuan and Liu Teling were still stunned, their minds replaying the scene of Chen Yufeng’s one-shot clearance. To call him a billiards god was an understatement—he was simply superhuman! At first, they’d thought Chen Yufeng was a clueless amateur, just showing off at the break, and would fade away after his act. Who could have expected him to pull off a shot that was supposed to be impossible?

Now, it was clear—he was truly a legend, capable of anything. In that instant, Liu Teling suddenly understood: Chen Yufeng could have easily crushed her at the table, but he’d chosen to let her win, to let her find confidence in her game, sparing her pride. He’d even lost deliberately and let himself be mocked by her and Meixuan.

How laughable her skills were in comparison—she’d even gone so far as to call him “Super Rookie” and “Invincible Show-Off,” not realizing the sheer gap between them. Liu Teling’s face burned with shame—so this was a friend who truly cared for her dignity. “Sorry, Chen Yufeng. I was such a fool. What pride could I have left before you?”

He Meixuan had the same realization. Now she understood: Master Chen Yufeng was truly extraordinary, a superhuman—what did “billiards god” mean next to him? Yet when playing with her and Teling, he’d lost so miserably on purpose, just so they could save face and not lose everything to him. And she’d mocked him for not knowing how to play, bestowing those ridiculous nicknames.

Oh, Meixuan, your skills are but a firefly’s glow before the full moon, and yet you shamelessly called yourself his master’s apprentice. Ugh, you might as well hit your head against the wall. Master Xiaofeng, you’re the most incredible person I’ve ever met—I concede!

In this moment, as their awe and guilt grew, so too did their reverence for Chen Yufeng. And their curiosity deepened as well—his skills, his medical expertise, his luck with dice, his prowess at billiards... Why was he so peerless and astonishing in everything he did? Who was he, really? Was any of this within the realm of human capability?

Chen Yufeng, noticing the two beauties still in a daze, felt secretly delighted. With a cheeky grin, he walked over and tapped them both on the head. “Hey, ladies, I told you not to be too surprised. Why are you still spacing out? You’ve seen how cool I am before.”

Only then did He Meixuan and Liu Teling recover from their shock. “Xiaofeng, oh—no...” He Meixuan realized that calling him “apprentice” was a slap in her own face and quickly corrected herself, “Master Chen Yufeng, you... you’re truly amazing. From the look of it, you can pocket any shot you want. Was it because you wanted to spare our feelings that you lost to me and Teling on purpose?”

Liu Teling gazed at Chen Yufeng with admiration and wonder. “Be honest—who are you, really? Are you even human?”

She truly wondered if Chen Yufeng was from this world—or was he, perhaps, from the stars?

“Uh...” Chen Yufeng glanced at the two women and saw the adoring glint in their eyes. The satisfaction he felt—this was exactly the effect he’d wanted. Absolutely marvelous.

“In truth... I was just afraid you’d fall for me.”

With that nonchalant remark, Chen Yufeng left them in their confusion and walked straight toward Osney, while He Meixuan and Liu Teling stood there, utterly at a loss.

At that moment, both Osney and Tock wore expressions of utter disbelief. Their shock was so intense it was as though their eyes would burst from their sockets.

Osney was “Billiards God,” the world’s snooker legend, who had fought through countless tournaments over more than twenty years. Never had he seen, nor even heard of, such a shot. In all of snooker’s history, as far as he knew, there had never been a case of a single stroke clearing the table—certainly not twice in succession, right before his very eyes.

What on earth was going on?

Had he not seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed it possible. Now he even doubted whether this was truly a human being before him. It simply defied all logic—an impossible feat, yet it had happened, twice, right under his nose. Impossible to believe, yet impossible to deny.

As for the outcome of the match—wasn’t it obvious?

Osney had lost. Though the defeat was bewildering and bizarre, a loss was still a loss.

The young gentlemen, tycoons, and their beautiful companions, after a brief period of shock, also came to their senses. Unbelievable as it was, the evidence was irrefutable. The “Show-Off Guy” had won. No, not just a show-off—he was a superhuman, a freak of nature.

Some even suspected Chen Yufeng was an alien—how else to explain such supernatural play?

Chen Yufeng couldn’t be bothered with the amazement of those present; he walked straight up to Osney and, with a mocking smile, asked, “So, Master, tell me—did you win, or did I?”

“You...” Osney stared blankly at Chen Yufeng, as if looking at a monster. He even felt a tinge of fear—the man before him was no ordinary person.

He struggled to compose himself, but the intense anxiety and dread made cold sweat bead on his brow and his body tremble. Even his voice shook as he replied, “You... you won.”

“And what about the skills I just taught you? Did you learn anything?”

“N-no... I didn’t...”

“You didn’t?” Chen Yufeng’s face grew stern, scolding him like a teacher berating a failing pupil. “I gave you a chance, but you wasted it. I tried to teach you, yet you failed to learn—doesn’t that make you a useless player?”

“I...” Osney glanced at Chen Yufeng, fear in his eyes, and fell silent.

Beside him, Tock had lost all his earlier arrogance and bluster—he didn’t even dare to speak. He, too, believed Chen Yufeng was no ordinary man. After all, how could a human play like that? Was it possible that this young man from China possessed supernatural abilities?