Although Feng Bujue still worked very hard to continue the game, but... the huge power gap still exists objectively.
By the end of the first ten games, Jue Ge's record was: zero wins, five draws, and five losses.
In a sense, this is no longer a victory or defeat between him and the shooter, but a victory or defeat between the shooter and Yang...
Feng Bujue looked more like an audience member. He would come up from time to time to get some soy sauce, and then go down again... to watch the performances of the two great masters of the "dart fruit world".
"It's your turn to attack first again, Dave." At the beginning of the eleventh round, the shooter went to the bar, poured himself a glass of wine, and said to Brother Jue, "You still have to insist that your speed and strength are average.
A straight escort?"
"Haha..." Feng Bujue smiled and said nothing. 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.
"Does this have anything to do with what kind of shooting method I want to stick to subjectively..." Brother Jue looked calm on the surface, but what he said in his heart was, "What if I can make a super-kill shot like yours?"
This is a dart technique, will I not throw it?"
At this point, Feng Bujue has basically given up on "asking questions". The only hope in his heart is... that Lao Yang can take a few more rounds to increase the number of "tie" rounds. As long as there is a tie
When the number of games reaches twelve, he will not lose his temporary work permit.
"Hmph..." Looking at Feng Bujue who missed his shot again, the shooter sneered, "It seems... you still don't intend to play with us seriously..." His eyes stern, "Do you think...
Am I not worthy of being your opponent with the strength I have shown so far?"
"I didn't say that..." Feng Bujue replied with empty eyes.
"Okay, you don't have to deny it." The shooter interrupted Brother Jue with a wave of his hand, and looked at Yang and said, "Old man, we seem to be looked down upon... shouldn't we be a little more serious?"
"Well..." Yang replied in a deep voice, "That's what I had in mind." As he spoke, his bald head swung sharply toward his left and right shoulders twice, causing the muscles around his neck to tremble.
There was a rattling sound, "Just right...I'm almost done with my warm-up."
"Hey, hey... was everything just a warm-up?" Feng Bujue looked at them, not knowing what to say except complaining.
"Watch it! Dave, this is my real strength!" After saying it for a while, the shooter gave a light drink, then stood up from the bar, and several kites came into the narrow space of the bar.
He turned over, then flipped his arm and threw a dart!
Darts. Or ordinary darts.
But the air flow brought out by the dart has taken the shape of a spear, like thunder and lightning, and its power is frightening.
"Humph..." On the other side, Yang's face also showed a sneer, "Then let me use my real skills!"
Before he finished speaking, he... burst into tears.
But seeing... this two-meter-tall bald man, with just a burst of energy, he turned the bartender's uniform into a pile of rags.
"Drink~" Yang, who was naked from the waist up, tensed up his strong muscles, raised his breath and muttered...
Wave-like air currents instantly swirled around his body, pushing the apple above his head into the air.
"Nah!" The shooter was slightly startled when he saw this. "Could this be the legendary... apple realm..."
"That's right." Yang replied with a smile, "Iconize my control over the apple and create a force field that can move the apple freely. It is an absolute field that can dodge no matter what kind of attack!"
While the two of them were talking, the apple and the dart were flying in the air... just like two flies, with no tendency to stop.
"Hmm... One suddenly burst out in Japanese without any sense of disobedience, and said the name of the opponent's moves with a serious face... The other one responded, and solemnly explained the principles of his moves with a set of secondary theories.
After explaining it once..." Feng Bujue's mood at this moment can only be described by the word "sick in pain". He shook his head and whispered softly, "According to this comic-style development... the next part should be a paragraph.
Continuous turns..."
I don't know whether I should be happy for Brother Jue, because... he really guessed it right.
"Hmph... What a pity..." After a few seconds, the shooter's expression changed, "Even in the Apple realm, there is no way to escape my attack!" He waved his arm and said with a smile, "In three seconds,
!My dart will hit!"
Just after the word "中" came out, his dart that had already been released...accelerated again in mid-air, rushing towards the apple at a speed far exceeding that of the apple and at an incredible angle.
"This... this is..." Yang showed surprise for the first time in this duel, "The legendary... limit of talent?"
"Accept your fate! Yang!" the shooter said, "There will be no exceptions in the face of my 'absolute prediction'!"
"How can you admit defeat here!" Unexpectedly, Yang's eyes immediately ignited fighting spirit again, "Ah -" followed by a howl like a slaughtering pig.
Along with his cry, the speed of the apple in mid-air suddenly accelerated, once again surpassing the speed of the dart.
"Mom...Masaka..." The shooter's Japanese became more and more natural as he spoke, "You... have actually understood the 'limit of thousands of tempers'!"
"Hmph... how about it, old man." Yang replied, "Three seconds have passed long ago, and your 'absolute prediction' has been broken by me!"
"Don't be complacent...I haven't lost yet..." The shooter bared his teeth and made claws with his hands, as if he was controlling the darts in the distance.
"Then let's try hitting the apple..." Yang also took a steady step, raised his head and moved the fruit quickly.
Chichi chichi…shuashuashua…
For a moment, the bar was filled with the sound of two streams of air flowing across each other. The eleventh game of darts and apple shooting turned into a tug-of-war.
However, with the result of this victory or defeat, it is actually not important anymore...
Because, when the shooter and Yang were staring at the darts and fruits in mid-air, Feng Bujue had quietly walked behind the bar, took away the shotgun and temporary work permit, and then... left the bar quickly and quietly...
…
It wasn't until fifteen minutes later, when the shooter and Yang decided the winner, that they realized... there was someone missing in the bar.
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"Ah... it's really good..." Feng Bujue left the bar and lazily pedaled his bicycle towards the tenth recipient's address. "Although it was a waste of time, it went well...
I replenished my survival and stamina points, and got a reliable shooting weapon... It’s worth the mental pollution.” (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!
