Chapter 9: Brutal Bear Fierce, Extreme Yin Grass in Hand, Subduing the Snake Princess

The so-called three-cushion shot refers to a high-difficulty striking technique that changes the ball's direction of travel by banking it three times.

This requires calculating the precise angle from the very start, and whether it's the striking position or the rebound angle, the slightest deviation leads to a massive error.

As long as there's the slightest mistake, the ball won't go in.

Gou Fugui let out a cold snort; he still didn't believe Li Qingran had made the three-cushion shot through genuine skill.

He had been a house pro for three years and knew full well how difficult a three-cushion shot was.

Li Qingran's expression was calm, bearing a carefree, untroubled look; sinking this shot seemed entirely within his expectations.

Ning Na, standing behind him, was anything but composed: "Amazing! Now that's a master!"

She had originally thought Li Qingran's opening break was his peak, never expecting one climax after another to follow, leaving her gaze hazy and utterly entranced!

What followed became entirely Li Qingran's solo performance.

One ball after another, a single run to the finish!

Eight consecutive balls pocketed, not giving Xiong Meng a single chance at the table!

Both sides entered the third match.

Gou Fugui's face looked somewhat ugly; he had originally thought this person was just lucky, never expecting him to come from behind and surpass him, not making a single mistake, not giving Xiong Meng any chance to perform.

This level of skill is probably professional-player tier.

Xiong Meng's eyes were full of fighting spirit; he put away his dismissive demeanor and smiled: "Didn't expect to run into a master like this in a small place like Heishi City.

Your face is unfamiliar, sir — are you a reserve player from some top-tier club? Been training in the reserves for five years now?"

The corner of Li Qingran's mouth twitched.

Five years?

Does this thing even need training?

Isn't it just a matter of having hands?

Heiye listened to the whole venue cheering for Li Qingran, and his heart turned sour.

Ning Na's eyes shone with wonder; Li Qingran truly hadn't disappointed her.

If Li Qingran were a rogue cultivator with no backing force, she'd want to invite him over to the Happy Unlimited Club as a house pro.

House pro by day, press me by night — what a perfect arrangement!

The third match begins!

Currently each side has won one match; this round will decide the final victory.

Li Qingran held his cue, the corner of his mouth hooking into a mocking smile: "Not letting you sink a single ball — I'm returning those words to you."

Bang!

Li Qingran's opening break didn't have Xiong Meng's exaggerated power, but he still sank two balls.

The thick, long cue, under Li Qingran's manipulation, was incomparably agile; ball after ball shot precisely into the dark holes.

Moreover, every single one was a high-difficulty technique.

Cross-cushion shot!

Tip-shot!

Spin shot!

Long-distance jump shot!

……

Bang!

The 8-ball drops!

Li Qingran set down his cue.

Xiong Meng's face was extremely ugly; this was the first time since becoming a professional player that someone had run the table on him in a single visit!

Skill not matching up — nothing to say about that.

"Brother, if there's a chance we'll meet in the league and settle it for real." The implication being that Li Qingran wasn't a professional player yet, a way to salvage a bit of face.

After dropping that painless line, he slunk away in disgrace.

This trip to Heishi City, he had originally snuck out behind his pro team's back to make some extra cash; never expected he'd actually lose.

If this got out, losing his own face would be the small matter; losing the team's reputation would be serious.

The control-ball enthusiasts on the viewing platform could be said to be completely stunned.

Immediately afterward, thunderous applause erupted!

"Holy crap! Didn't know any better, thought it was acrobatics!"

"I only understood four of those techniques; what were the other ones? Someone explain!"

"With my international pro level, I dare guarantee this guy is absolutely national team material."

"My god! Tonight really opened my eyes! This play — it's just beautiful, truly too beautiful!"

"Bro, the ball you're talking about — is it legit?"

"……"

The on-site audience discussed animatedly, all thoroughly convinced.

Ning Na smiled radiantly; the half-blind guy truly hadn't let her down, and the big boss he brought was just as formidable.

Ning Na twisted her slender waist, sat on the pool table, tossed out a pre-drafted contract, and looked at Gou Fugui from afar: "Brother Dog, we won — a bet's a bet."

Gou Fugui's face was dark; he flipped open the contract and signed his name without a word.

Upon reaching the club entrance, Gou Fugui glanced back at Ning Na and Li Qingran, let out a cold snort: "We'll see!"

Ning Na walked up to Li Qingran, hugged his arm, and unintentionally-on-purpose brushed her softness against his arm.

She acted coquettishly toward Li Qingran: "Handsome, you were so amazing tonight, I don't even know how to thank you."

At some unknown time, the first button of Ning Na's one-piece qipao had already come undone.

As she spoke, her small tongue licked her lips, truly making one's imagination run wild.

But Li Qingran's eyes were clear; without changing expression, she withdrew her arm and said word by word:

"Ning Na, Ninth-Rank Spirit Master peak, Guardian Spirit: Ancient Ferocious Beast Hua She, C-grade Guardian Spirit, skilled in bewitchment arts and yin-harvesting yang-supplementing arts; the men who've died in your bed, if not a thousand then five hundred."

Snakes are lustful by nature; influenced by her Guardian Spirit, Ning Na's desires grew ever larger.

Guardian Spirits aren't 100% beneficial to Spirit Masters; those with weaker character or strength easily suffer negative effects from their Guardian Spirits.

Among them, the most terrifying are demon-type Guardian Spirits; history has even recorded cases of demon-type Guardian Spirits seizing Spirit Masters' bodies.

Such Guardian Spirits can no longer be called "guardians."

Hearing this, Ning Na pouted her little mouth and said aggrievedly: "Handsome, don't listen to others' nonsense; those are all stinky men who couldn't take advantage of me, jealous of me, slandering me.

Although I smoke, drink, and have tattoos, I'm a good girl."

Hei Ye listened, momentarily speechless.

"Like you... a good girl."

Not to mention other things, the day Hei Ye first arrived in Black Sea City.

A man got drunk and said something teasing to She Ji; he was directly physically castrated by She Ji and thrown into the Black Sea to feed snakes — that scene was truly cruel.

Li Qingran didn't have time to waste words: "Cut the crap, where's my stuff?"

"Ugh, annoying, really no romance; someone, bring the stuff to me." Sensing Li Qingran's impatience, Ning Na waved to her subordinates.

Soon, a square wooden box was brought up and presented before Li Qingran.

Li Qingran opened the wooden box; a strange plant came into view.

The plant stood twenty to thirty centimeters tall; its stems and leaves were entirely blood-red, with what seemed like blood vessels wriggling on them; the patterns on the leaves resembled human faces; the whole thing was ice-cold.

This was Extreme Yin Grass; it only grows in extremely yin places; combined with other materials, it might refine a pill to awaken the Red Spider Lily Guardian Spirit of Wangchuan Qiqqi.

"Correct, it's Extreme Yin Grass." Li Qingran carefully put it away.

Ning Na said coquettishly: "It's just a blade of grass; is it prettier than my grass?"