Hao crossed his arms, letting the applause echo around him. His lips twitched upward in quiet approval.
Looks like the old man could already qualify for one of Earth's top-tier international billiards tournaments. Nine-ball, straight pool, even snooker if he studied the rules.
Didn't really matter. Elder Bai Qingshui had already reached the level where form, aim, and table control moved as one.
And it wasn't just raw talent either. That wasn't something you achieved by "vibes."
That kind of consistency, that shot placement, that unshakable flow - Hao had only seen it a handful of times. Mostly online.
Commentated, analyzed, slowed down frame by frame, usually with a big red circle around the cue ball path.
The kind of stuff where fans said "this man isn't playing pool, he's conducting it."
And to think… the last time Hao had a perfect game?
It was a Thursday.
Not even a special one.
