Although Feng Bujue was still trying his best to continue the game, the huge difference in strength was still an objective reality.

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 contest between him and Shooter, but between 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 the two "dart fruit" masters.

"It's your turn to attack first again, Dave." As the eleventh round began, Shooter went to the bar to pour 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 saying a word. He silently stepped forward, raised his hand, aimed, threw the dart, and then watched his dart being easily dodged by Yang.

"What the hell does it have to do with what kind of throw I subjectively want to stick to..." Brother Jue appeared calm on the surface, but his inner monologue was, "If I could throw that super-killing dart like you, wouldn't I throw it?"

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

"Hmph..." Looking at Feng Bujue's repeated misses, 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 with narrowed eyes.

"Alright, you don't have to deny it." Shooter waved his hand, interrupting Brother Jue, and looked at Yang, "Old buddy, it seems we're being looked down upon... shouldn't 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 towards his left and right shoulders, causing the muscles and bones around his neck to make cracking sounds, "Just right... the warm-up is almost done."

"Hey hey... everything up until now was just a warm-up?" Feng Bujue looked at them, not knowing what to say except to complain.

"Watch closely! Dave, this is my true strength!" As soon as he said that, Shooter let out a light shout and stood up from the bar. He did a few somersaults in the narrow space of the bar, and then, with a backhand, he threw a dart!

The dart was still an ordinary dart.

But the air current it brought with it was in the shape of a spear, like a thunderbolt, with terrifying power.

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

Before he finished speaking, he... burst his clothes open.

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 rags.

"Drink~" Yang, bare-chested, tensed his sturdy muscles, gathering his qi and chanting...

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

"Nani!" Shooter was slightly taken aback 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 allows apples to move freely, an absolute domain that can dodge any attack!"

As the two of them spoke, the apple and the dart were flying back and forth in the air... like two flies, without stopping at all.

"Mm... one suddenly burst out a sentence in Japanese without any sense of incongruity, and said the name of the other's move with a serious face... the other responded and explained the principle of his own move with a set of chuunibyou theories..." Feng Bujue's mood at this moment could only be described as "ball-ache," he shook his head and muttered softly, "According to this kind of manga-style development... there should be a series of twists and turns next..."

It's hard to say whether Brother Jue should be happy, because... he really guessed right.

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

Just after the word "hit" came out of his mouth, the dart that had already left his hand... actually accelerated again in mid-air, rushing towards the apple at a speed far exceeding the apple's movement speed and at an incredible angle.

"This... this is..." In this duel, Yang showed surprise for the first time, "The legendary... limit of overflowing talent?"

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

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

Along with his cry, the speed of the apple in mid-air also suddenly accelerated, surpassing the speed of the dart once again.

"Ma... masaka..." Shooter's Japanese was becoming more and more natural, "You... you have actually comprehended the 'limit of a thousand refinements'!"

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

"Don't be smug... I haven't lost yet..." Shooter bared his teeth and claws, making clawing gestures with both hands, as if remotely controlling the dart in the distance.

"Then try hitting the apple..." Yang also planted himself in a steady horse stance, raising his head and manipulating the fruit rapidly.

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 dart-throwing apple duel turned into a tug-of-war.

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

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

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

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"Ah... that's really good..." Feng Bujue, who had left the bar, lazily pedaled his bicycle towards the address of the tenth letter recipient, "Although it wasted a lot of time, I successfully replenished my survival and stamina values, and also got a reliable shooting weapon... a little mental pollution is worth it."