ARC LINE BALL

Ethan Brooks had initially intended to pocket a red ball and scatter the cluster, but the sudden, thunderous music caused him to slip and strike the ball at the wrong angle. As a result, the cue ball was unexpectedly trapped within the encirclement of red balls.

The tattooed man, witnessing Ethan Brooks' mistake, nonchalantly retrieved a toothpick from somewhere and placed it between his lips, a cold smirk spreading across his face.

The professional player also looked displeased. He had intended to defeat Ethan Brooks fairly, not through such underhanded tactics. However, given that this pool game was tied to the tattooed man's pride, he felt it was not his place to voice any objections.

Daniel frowned but remained silent.

"Despicable!" Alice exclaimed indignantly, clenching her fists and stepping forward to confront the tattooed man.

"So what? Our buddy just likes loud music. What's it to you?" A man standing beside the tattooed man stepped forward and blocked Alice's path.

The onlookers around them expressed their disdain for the tattooed man's group, but the latter seemed to have the hides of stone walls, completely ignoring the criticism.

"Good ball," the referee announced, as Ethan Brooks had successfully pocketed a red ball, and the game continued.

Ethan Brooks waved his hand, signaling Alice to hold her tongue, and then he frowned deeply as he examined the arrangement of the balls on the table.

The cue ball was tightly surrounded by red balls, with three sides completely inaccessible. Only one side had a gap, but there wasn't a single colored ball in that direction. Even if he attempted a bank shot, there was no possible route to hit any of the colored balls.

"What should we do? That position is impossible to play from. We might even have to give the opponent a free ball, losing four points and giving them control of the cue ball," a concerned girl whispered to her friend, as most of the onlookers had now sided with Ethan Brooks due to the princelings' despicable behavior.

"I don't know. Even Douglas wouldn't be able to control this situation," the boy with glasses beside her replied worriedly.

Ethan Brooks stood there, frowning and examining the situation for a long time. Finally, he began to walk around the edge of the table, seemingly calculating something.

Sophia was sweating profusely. If Ethan Brooks lost, where would she find fifty thousand dollars to pay them? Not to mention compensating for their clothes.

Alice also clenched her fists. If they lost this time, she was ready to start a fight!

"Making a fuss," the professional player thought to himself. In snooker, there was no such thing as a pass. This dead ball situation was already a guaranteed four points plus a free ball for the opponent. Even a god of the table wouldn't be able to save this situation.

After a long while, Ethan Brooks finally positioned himself on one side of the table and tilted his cue stick almost vertically, nearly at a ninety - degree angle to the table.

"What is he doing? Is he trying to play a jump shot? Snooker doesn't allow jump shots, nor does it allow any ball to leave the table!" The same question arose in everyone's mind, including Daniel, who had been watching the game with a smile, unsure of what Ethan Brooks was attempting.

Isabella had the same doubt. "Could it be?" She, who had watched world trick shot pool, suddenly thought of a legendary trick shot.

At that moment, Ethan Brooks made his move! The cue stick, at an almost ninety - degree angle, struck the upper right side of the white cue ball with a sudden force.

"Clack!" The white cue ball, accompanied by a trail of white shadow, shot towards the cushion. However, even with such a forceful hit, it wouldn't be able to reach any of the colored balls.

"Ah~~ Look!" Suddenly, a miracle occurred. The forcefully shot white ball began to slow down on the table, which was completely inconsistent with the power of the shot!

As the white ball broke free from the encirclement of red balls, it suddenly made a turn on the table and returned in a U - shape towards Ethan Brooks' striking point!

"High - spin shot!" someone exclaimed in astonishment. An even more eye - popping event occurred! The white ball, as if attracted by a magnet, struck the black seven - point ball!

"Clack!" The black ball, as if sliced by a knife, shot into the left - hand corner pocket, while the white ball remained stationary in the position of the black ball, still spinning at high speed, visible to those with good eyesight.

"AREBALL!" Someone in the crowd gasped and screamed in disbelief!!!

"AREBALL?!!???" The professional player, Isabella, and Daniel all echoed in disbelief, as if they couldn't believe their ears.

The so - called AREBALL (arc shot) is a legendary trick shot that exists only in the world of trick shot pool, a type of pool that emphasizes coincidence and incredible ball trajectories. It is usually played on a special static - generating table that is one - third the size of a snooker table and allows the use of various aids.

In trick shot pool, balls are placed in various coincidental positions to achieve effects like "one - shot - clear - table," not nine separate shots, but truly pocketing all nine balls with just one strike.

Or, for example, hitting a jump shot over a wooden board into the pocket, and so on.

AREBALL is also a dream - like trick in trick shot pool. By hitting the ball at a special angle with a specific spin, the ball will turn in a special arc after being struck due to friction and static electricity on the table, and then hit another ball. The requirements for the table material are extremely high; it's not just about hitting a spinning ball.

And in professional snooker tournaments, the tables are specially treated to prevent static electricity. Hitting an AREBALL on such a table is virtually impossible.

What Ethan Brooks had just done was not a simple AREBALL shot, but an almost 360 - degree super - arc ball, and he even sliced the black seven - point ball into the pocket.

The control of force! The judgment of angle! The understanding of the table material! All had to be precise to a terrifying degree to pull off such a shot!

This was a shot equivalent to a miracle! Even a god of the table couldn't have done better!!!

People with some knowledge of pool were still in a state of numbing shock!

"AREBALL? Good heavens, I'm not mistaken, am I? I've just witnessed a miracle!" A man exclaimed in disbelief.

"Heaven help me, strike me down with lightning if you must, for I have seen an AREBALL with my own eyes! I can die a happy man now!" Another person said.

"Boss! Can I have your autograph?" Someone rushed up to Ethan Brooks with a piece of paper and a pen.

"Please take me on as your apprentice!" A chubby student suddenly ran up, hugged Ethan Brooks' leg, and knelt before him.

The scene was in chaos!!!

The tattooed man stood there with his mouth agape, staring at Ethan Brooks, the toothpick falling from his lips to the ground.

"Is he really at this level?" Isabella's eyes sparkled with an unusual gleam as she looked at Ethan Brooks.

Alice didn't understand what an AREBALL was, but from the looks of it, she knew that the wooden - looking guy on her side was no ordinary strong player.

Sophia watched Ethan Brooks with a bitter taste in her mouth. Although he was on her side, seeing the looks Isabella and Alice were giving Ethan Brooks made her feel frustrated. She couldn't say anything, otherwise she would seem too ungrateful.

It took some effort to restore order to the chaotic scene. The referee declared, "Good ball."

Ethan Brooks continued to play.

At this moment, someone started chanting, "AREBALL! AREBALL! AREBALL!" The billiards hall seemed to be cheering for Ethan Brooks in unison, shouting "AREBALL."

Ethan Brooks glanced at the audience and raised his cue stick again!

He struck the ball! The ball traced an arc! Another U - shaped shot!

A red ball went into the pocket!

If people still doubted whether Ethan Brooks' AREBALL was a fluke just now, there was no doubt now. The professional player sighed. If this was the opponent's true strength, then no matter how he played, it would be in vain.

For the next shot, Ethan Brooks did not use the AREBALL technique again, but he brilliantly pocketed the black ball once more!

The situation was already over - scored! That is to say, no matter how he played, Ethan Brooks had already won this game.

However, Ethan Brooks did not stop there. He continued to hit the black ball until all the red balls were cleared.

The remaining colored balls were also precisely pocketed one by one by Ethan Brooks with accurate shots.

Although the subsequent shots were also spectacular, they could not compare with Ethan Brooks' AREBALL. However, having witnessed such a high - level match, the surrounding audience was very satisfied.

"A perfect score of 147 points. Truly an exceptional player!" The audience praised, and the surroundings were filled with approving applause.

Alice rushed over, picked up the twenty - thousand - and thirty - thousand - dollar bills on the table, made a face at the group of people, and shouted, "Admit defeat and pay up!"

The tattooed young man's face was extremely ugly. He shrugged off his coat and said, "Let's go!" With that, he dragged his reluctant girlfriend outwards.

Ethan Brooks took off his gloves and let out a gentle sigh.

"That was an amazing game. I've never seen an AREBALL with my own eyes before," Isabella walked up to Ethan Brooks, handed him a bottle of water, and said.

At this moment, Daniel walked up to Ethan Brooks, clapped his hands, and said, "Hehe, I didn't expect your pool game to be so good."

Ethan Brooks took a sip of water and said to Daniel, "It's just average."

"If that's average to you, then those professional players must be just playing around," Daniel said, extending his hand to Ethan Brooks, "How about we become friends?"

Ethan Brooks looked at it and shook hands with Daniel.

Suddenly, Ethan Brooks felt a hidden force transmitted from Daniel's hand. His hand, which was shaking with Daniel's, felt like it was being electrocuted, causing intense pain.

Ethan Brooks didn't have time to think it over and immediately channeled the Flowing Cloud Technique. Daniel only felt waves of hidden force coming from Ethan Brooks' hand, like tidal waves and rolling clouds.

Both of them quickly let go of each other's hands.

Daniel rubbed his right hand, smiled, and said, "I didn't expect you to be a master at hiding your true abilities."