Even though Feng Bujue tried his best to keep the game going, there was still a huge gap between their abilities.
After the first ten rounds, Brother Jue's record was zero wins, five draws, and five losses.
In a sense, this was no longer a battle between him and the shooter, but a battle between the shooter and Yang …
Feng Bujue looked more like a spectator. He would come up from time to time and then go back down … to watch the performance of the two gods.
"It's your turn to attack again, Dave." At the start of the eleventh round, the shooter went to the bar and poured himself a glass of wine. He said to Brother Jue, "Are you still going to stick to the straight darts that have average speed and strength?"
"Haha …" Feng Bujue laughed but did not say anything. He silently stepped forward, raised his hand, aimed, and threw the dart. Then he watched as the dart he threw was easily dodged by Yang.
"What the f * ck does this have to do with what I want to do?" Brother Jue looked calm on the surface, but in his heart, he was saying, "If I could throw the dart like yours, would I not throw it?"
At this point, Feng Bujue basically did not have any expectations of being asked questions. The only hope in his heart was that … Brother Yang could take a few more rounds and increase the number of "draws". As long as the number of draws reached twelve, he would not lose his temporary work permit.
"Humph …" Seeing Feng Bujue miss again, the archer scoffed coldly. "Looks like … you still don't plan to play with us seriously …" His eyes narrowed. "Do you think … the power that I have shown so far is not enough to be your opponent?"
"I didn't say that …" Feng Bujue narrowed his eyes.
"That's enough, you don't have to deny it." The shooter waved his hand to interrupt Brother Jue and looked at Yang Dao. "Old man, it seems like we're being looked down upon … Shouldn't we be a little more serious?"
"Yes …" Yang replied in a deep voice. "I was thinking the same thing." As he spoke, his bald head swung towards his left and right shoulders, causing the muscles and bones around his neck to make cracking sounds. "Just in time … I'm almost done warming up."
"Hey, hey … Was that just a warm-up …" Feng Bujue looked at them, not knowing what to say other than complaining.
"Watch carefully! Dave, this is my true strength! " At that moment, the archer shouted and stood up from the bar counter. He did a few somersaults in the narrow space of the bar and threw a dart with a flip of his arm!
It was an ordinary dart.
However, the airflow brought about by the dart had already taken the shape of a long spear. It seemed to be moving like lightning, and its might was terrifying.
"Hmph hmph …" On the other side, a cold smile appeared on Yang's face. "Then I'll use some of my true abilities as well!"
Before he could even finish speaking, his clothes … had already been ripped apart.
He saw that this two-meter-tall bald man had torn the bartender's uniform into a pile of rags with just a burst of energy.
"Ha …" Yang, whose upper body was naked, tightened his strong muscles and muttered to himself …
A wave-like airflow instantly swirled around his body and pushed the apple on top of his head into the air.
"What!" The archer saw this and was slightly startled. "Could this be the legendary … Apple Domain …"
"That's right." Yang replied with a smile. "Materialize your control over the apple and create a force field that can move the apple freely. No matter what kind of attack it is, it can avoid an absolute domain!"
While the two of them were talking, the apple and the dart were flying back and forth in the air … They were like two flies, and there was no sign of them stopping.
"Hmm … One of them suddenly blurted out a sentence in Japanese without any sense of awkwardness and stated the name of the opponent's skill with a serious expression … The other one nodded and used a set of chuunibyou theory to explain the theory behind his own skill …" Feng Bujue's current mood could only be described with the word 'pain in the balls'. He shook his head and mumbled softly, "Based on this kind of development … there should be a series of twists and turns in the future …"
He did not know whether he should be happy for his Brother Jue, because … he had guessed it right.
"Hmph … What a pity …" After a few seconds, the archer's expression changed. "Even if you're in Apple's territory, you won't be able to escape my attack!" He waved his arm and laughed. "Three more seconds! My dart will hit the target! "
Just as he said the word "hit," the dart that had already left his hand … accelerated again in mid-air, moving at a speed that was far faster than the apple and at an incredible angle.
"This … This is …" For the first time in this duel, Yang showed a look of surprise. "The legendary … Extreme Talent?"
"Accept your fate, Yang!" The archer said. "In front of my Absolute Prediction, there will be no exceptions!"
"How can I admit defeat here!" Unexpectedly, Yang's eyes immediately lit up with fighting spirit. "Ah —" Then, he howled like a pig being slaughtered.
Accompanied by his howl, the speed of the apple in mid-air suddenly accelerated, once again exceeding the speed of the dart.
"Ma … Ma Saka …" The archer's Japanese became more and more natural. "You … have comprehended the Extreme Talent of Thousand Tempering!"
"Hmph … How is it, old man?" Yang replied. "Three seconds have passed, and your Absolute Prediction has been broken by me!"
"Don't be so smug … I haven't lost yet …" The archer waved his hands like claws, as if he was remotely controlling the dart from afar.
"Then let's see if you can hit the apple …" Yang also took a firm horse stance, raised his head, and moved the dart swiftly.
Swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh …
For a time, the bar was filled with the sound of two streams of air colliding. This eleventh duel of dart against apple turned into a tug of war.
However, the result of this duel was actually not that important anymore …
This was because when the archer and Yang focused on the dart and the dart in mid-air, Feng Bujue had already quietly walked behind the bar counter, grabbed the shotgun and temporary work pass, and then … quickly and quietly left the bar …
It was not until fifteen minutes later, when the winner was decided between the archer and Yang, that one person was missing from the bar.
…
"Ah … Not bad …" Feng Bujue, who had left the bar, pedaled lazily on his bicycle, heading toward the address of the tenth recipient. "Even though I wasted a lot of time, but … I successfully replenished my Life Points and Stamina Points, and I got a reliable shooting weapon … The mental pollution was worth it."
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