"Good shot!"

When Lu Jun swung his club, Zhou Zidong couldn't help but excitedly cheer him on.

The reason for the cheers was not just because he stood on the same side with Lu Jun.

Lu Jun's swing was textbook-standard, the golf ball flew straight toward the hole, covering a distance close to three hundred meters!

Even professional athletes couldn't do much better.

At that moment, Lu Jun smiled faintly, waved his hand, and said with modesty, "Zhou Shao, there's no need to praise me. The only reason I'm better than you all is that I play more often."

"If you all practiced more, you could reach this level, too."

After speaking, Lu Jun turned his gaze to Xu Fan beside him and gestured with his hand, "Xu Fan, it's your turn."

Xu Fan nodded and prepared to take his swing.

The sport of golf is about much more than just power.

What he valued most was the athletes' control abilities.

Control over the club, the ball, the force, and the distance.

During his time in America, Xu Fan, when idling, would often play golf with his comrades from White Crescent and was somewhat immersed in it.

It must be said, Lu Jun's swing just now was indeed spectacular.

To drive the ball straight while also achieving a distance close to three hundred meters was truly formidable.

Xu Fan took a breath and thought that with his current cultivation level, his control over strength had also reached the Transformative Realm. Surpassing him shouldn't be a big problem.

After sizing up the golf club in hand, Xu Fan swung with all his might and the golf ball soared off!

With that swing, Zhou Zidong, who had been waiting to revel in schadenfreude, was left dumbfounded!

Xu Fan's golfing skill wasn't necessarily much worse than Lu Jun's!

The golf ball drew a parabolic curve in the air, flying straight towards the hole a kilometer away!

Zhou Zidong's heart suddenly became anxious!

If he lost, he would have to take four slaps from Xu Fan!

He stared intensely at the soaring golf ball, not daring to look away for a moment!

Only when the golf ball had landed did Zhou Zidong finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"Heh, to think he was something special! Turns out it's just half a bucket of water!"

This shot, although nearly as far as Lu Jun's, had fallen short by about thirty meters after landing…

It seemed Lu Jun had anticipated this outcome from the start, showing not even a trace of panic. Squinting his eyes, he looked towards the landing spot of Xu Fan's ball and said, "Xu Fan, the sport of golf isn't just about brute force, it requires a lot of calculation. After all, when the golf ball is flying high, it's affected by air resistance and various other factors, all of which need to be taken into account."

"You might be lacking a bit in finesse, but don't worry, after all, there are still opportunities coming up."

Lu Jun taught Xu Fan with the posture of a superior, and after speaking, gave Xu Fan a pitying look, then led Zhou Zidong and the caddie away into the distance.

"Xu Fan, don't be disheartened, it's not over yet."

At that time, Xia Xiaodie walked over, patted Xu Fan on the shoulder, and gave him an encouraging look.

She believed in Xu Fan.

"Right, I know. Let's head over," Xu Fan responded, shaking his head without saying much.

His shot, falling short of Lu Jun's by several tens of meters, Xu Fan knew the reason better than anyone else.

If he were a half-baked player, indeed, what Lu Jun mentioned could likely be the reasons for his lagging behind him.

But Xu Fan was not.

In the process of trying out his swing, Xu Fan had calculated everything. His shot should have exceeded Lu Jun's by at least two hundred meters!

But this shot merely traveled just over two hundred meters—Xu Fan guessed that there must be something wrong with his ball...

Lu Jun must have been plotting to mess with him for a while now.

It's difficult to detect any tampering with a golf ball, and moreover, Lu Jun had stated from the beginning...

This game had no rules whatsoever!

Which meant that if Xu Fan were to make an issue about the ball now, it would be pointless.

He had to swallow this mute loss no matter what.

Xu Fan and Xia Xiaodie rode together in a golf cart to where the ball had landed, then both got off.

At that moment, they could see Zhou Zidong excitedly chatting with Lu Jun.

From his delighted hand-waving, one could guess they were probably discussing whether to use the left hand or the right after Lu Jun won the match.

Would it start with Xu Fan's left cheek?

Or the right one?

"Xu Fan, I'm about to take my second shot, okay?"

After chatting with Zhou Zidong for a while, Lu Jun turned around and spoke to Xu Fan.

At that moment, he was brimming with confidence, the very image of having victory in his grasp.

After speaking, he gripped the golf club tightly in his hand, focused his attention, made his calculations, and then took another swing!

It was another impeccable shot just like before!

However, this time, the golf ball flew even further!

Over four hundred meters!

Zhou Zidong watched and couldn't help cheering excitedly!

He was eager to witness the moment of victory in their bet!

After all, Lu Jun's opponent was Xu Fan, the man he detested to his very core!

Now that Lu Jun's ball had landed, it was Xu Fan's turn again.

Xu Fan took a deep breath and started to adjust the golf club in his hands.

Now that he knew there was something wrong with his ball, he had to apply even more force!

Of course, he also needed to master the direction.

After some calculations, Xu Fan swung his club!

With a sharp crack, the golf ball was struck by the club and flew up into the sky!

Xu Fan had added quite a bit more force to this shot, and as the golf ball soared, it showed no signs of slowing down—it was chasing after Lu Jun's ball!

But no matter how hard Xu Fan tried, the problem with the ball he was using remained ever present...

When the golf ball finally landed, though it traveled farther than before, it was still about seventy meters behind Lu Jun's.

"Oh? Who would have guessed, you've made quite the improvement?"

"Hehe, well, you did just teach him a couple of moves, but the man's not too bright, didn't learn much."

Zhou Zidong now jeered without any restraint, confident that with Lu Jun's skill, the bet would be over in at most three more strokes.

He was already prepared for victory.

"Xu Fan, I'm really curious whether these four slaps could make your face swell?"

Fortunes change; what was once east of the river has moved to the west—it was finally time for him to get his revenge!

Zhou Zidong sneered as he cracked his knuckles, swearing to himself that he would soon let Xu Fan know the consequences of offending him!

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