Although Feng Bujue was still trying hard to continue the game, the vast difference in strength was an objective reality.

By the end of the tenth round, Brother Jue's record was: zero wins, five draws, and five losses.

In a sense, this was no longer a competition between him and the Shooter, but between the Shooter and Yang…

Feng Bujue seemed more like a spectator, occasionally jumping in to make a cameo appearance, then stepping back to watch the performance of those two dart-throwing gods.

"It's your turn to attack first again, Dave." As the eleventh round began, the Shooter went to the bar, poured himself a drink, and said to Brother Jue, "Are you still going to stick with that straight dart with mediocre speed and power?"

"Heh..." Feng Bujue smiled without a word. He stepped forward silently, raised his hand, aimed, and threw the dart, then watched as the dart he threw was easily dodged by Yang.

"Does it freaking matter what throwing method I subjectively want to stick with..." Brother Jue seemed calm on the surface, but in his heart, he was thinking, "If I could throw that kind of super-killing dart technique, wouldn't I throw it?"

At this point, Feng Bujue had basically given up hope of "asking questions." His only hope was that Old Yang could hold on for a few more rounds, so that there would be more "draws." As long as the number of draws reached twelve, he wouldn't lose his temporary work permit.

"Hmph..." Looking at Feng Bujue, who had missed again, the Shooter sneered, "Looks like... you still don't plan to play seriously with us..." His eyes narrowed. "Do you think... that the strength I've shown so far isn't worthy of being your opponent?"

"I didn't say that..." Feng Bujue replied, narrowing his eyes.

"Alright, you don't have to deny it." The Shooter waved his hand to interrupt Brother Jue and looked at Yang. "Old buddy, it seems we're being looked down upon... Should we get a little more serious?"

"Mm..." Yang replied in a deep voice. "That's what I was thinking too." As he spoke, he swung his bald head sharply from side to side, causing the joints around his neck to make cracking sounds. "It just so happens... the warm-up is almost done."

"Hey, hey... up until now, that was all just a warm-up..." Feng Bujue looked at them, and didn't know what else to say besides complaining.

"Watch closely! Dave, this is my true strength!" As soon as he said that, the Shooter let out a light shout, then stood up from the bar and performed a few somersaults in the narrow space of the bar. Immediately after, he turned around, swung his arm, and threw a dart!

The dart was still an ordinary dart.

But the airflow the dart brought with it was in the shape of a spear, like rushing thunder and lightning, with terrifying power.

"Hmph hmph..." On the other side, a cold smile appeared on Yang's face. "Then I'll use some real skills too!"

Before he finished speaking, he… burst his clothes.

This two-meter-tall bald strongman used only a burst of energy to tear the bartender's uniform on his body into a pile of shredded strips.

"Hah~" The shirtless Yang tensed his strong muscles, gathering his breath and chanting…

Instantly, a wave-like airflow swirled around him, lifting the apple above his head into the air.

"Nani!" The Shooter was slightly stunned when he saw this. "Could this be the legendary... Apple Domain..."

"That's right." Yang replied with a smile, "Visualizing one's control over apples, creating a force field that can freely move the apple, an absolute domain that can evade any attack!"

As the two of them spoke, the apple and the dart flew back and forth in the air... They were like two flies, not stopping at all.

"Hmm... One suddenly burst out a sentence in Japanese without any sense of incongruity, and seriously said the name of the other's move... The other responded and explained the principle of his move with a serious chuunibyou theory..." At this moment, Feng Bujue's mood could only be described as "ball-ache." He shook his head and muttered softly, "According to this manga-style development... there should be a continuous reversal next..."

He didn't know whether to be happy for Brother Jue, because... he really guessed right.

"Hmph... What a pity..." After a few seconds, the Shooter's expression changed. "Even the Apple Domain can't escape my attack!" He pointed with his arm and smiled, "In three seconds! My dart will hit!"

As soon as the word "hit" came out of his mouth, the dart that he had already thrown... actually accelerated again in mid-air, rushing towards the apple with a speed that far exceeded the apple's moving speed and an unbelievable angle.

"This... this is..." In this duel, Yang showed a look of surprise for the first time. "The legendary... Limit of Boundless Talent?"

"Accept your fate! Yang!" The Shooter said, "There will be no exceptions in front of my 'Absolute Prediction'!"

"How can I admit defeat here!" Unexpectedly, a fighting spirit immediately ignited in Yang's eyes. "Ah—" Then, there was a pig-like howl.

Accompanied by his shout, the speed of the apple in mid-air suddenly increased, surpassing the speed of the dart once again.

"Ma... Masaka..." The Shooter spoke more and more natural Japanese. "You... you have actually comprehended the 'Limit of Perseverance'!"

"How is it, old buddy?" Yang replied, "Three seconds have long passed. Your 'Absolute Prediction' has been broken by me!"

"Don't be complacent... I haven't lost yet..." The Shooter gesticulated wildly, making claws with his hands, as if remotely controlling the dart in the distance.

"Then try hitting the apple..." Yang also adopted a steady horse stance, looking up and manipulating the apple with speed.

Chi chi chi... Shua shua shua...

For a time, the bar was filled with the sound of two streams of air crisscrossing. This eleventh round of darts shooting apples turned into a tug-of-war.

However, the result of this victory or defeat was no longer important...

Because, while the Shooter and Yang were concentrating on the dart and the apple in mid-air, Feng Bujue had quietly walked behind the bar, swiped the shotgun and the temporary work permit, and then... quickly and quietly left the bar...

It wasn't until fifteen minutes later, when the Shooter and Yang had decided the winner, that they realized... there was one person missing from the bar.

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"Ah... that was really good..." After leaving the bar, Feng Bujue lazily rode his bicycle towards the address of the tenth recipient. "Although it wasted a lot of time, I successfully replenished my survival and stamina values, and I also got a reliable shooting weapon... A little mental pollution is worth it."