Even though Feng bujue tried his best to keep the game going ... The huge difference in strength was still there.
By the end of the first ten rounds, brother Jue's results were: Zero wins, five draws, five losses.
In a sense, this was no longer a battle between him and the shooter, but a battle between the shooter and young.
Feng bujue looked more like a spectator. He would occasionally come up to watch the show and then go down again ... To continue watching the performance of the two' god-like players '.
"It's your turn to attack again, Dave. " When the eleventh round started, the Archer poured himself a glass of wine and said to brother Jue,"are you still going to stick to your normal speed and strength?"
"Hehe ..." Feng bujue laughed but did not say anything. He stepped forward, raised his hand, aimed, and threw the DART. Then, he watched as yang easily dodged his dart.
