Eyes glowing, wind surging, the background queuing up a tragic childhood memory. The kind of moment where the sky cracks open, monologues begin, and the universe starts passing out plot armor by the fistful.
Ten episodes of yelling. Three emotional flashbacks. One ultimate move, fully charged.
All of it denied.
Ji Yunzhi ended the episode before the opening theme could even finish.
No build-up. No second act. No miracle comeback.
Game. Over.
Dou Xinshi stood frozen, cue stick still in hand, expression blank.
Almost robotically, he walked up in a daze.
He approached the table not as a man defeated, but as a pilgrim returning to a sacred altar. This store was his temple.
This table, his battlefield.
And it had already been wiped clean.
His eyes scanned the green felt with quiet horror. All of Ji Yunzhi's balls were gone. Every single one had been pocketed.
He cratched his eyes.
Looked again.
Still gone.
This wasn't a match. This was a one-man execution.
