Zhou Zihao aimed his gaze at Ye Xuan and smiling faintly, he said, "Uncle, it’s your turn now. You’ve seen my score, right? Ninety-seven points. So, you must get at least ninety-eight points to beat me! You must be feeling a lot of pressure right now, huh? Haha!"
As he spoke, a smug laugh appeared on Zhou Zihao’s face, full of cockiness.
Because he simply didn’t believe that Ye Xuan could ever surpass his score. He had basically secured victory in this dart competition!
Unless Ye Xuan could consistently hit the bullseye eight times in a row, but that skill level was at a world champion level! Could a bragging uncle possibly have that kind of skill?
"Kid, getting cocky over that score? I thought you were something special, so how come you’re still three points short?" Ye Xuan said with a light smile.
"Hmph! You think full marks are that easy to get? Keep bragging and you might just twist your tongue," Zhou Zihao retorted with a cold laugh.
A playful smile formed on the corners of Ye Xuan’s mouth as he spoke indifferently, "Telling you, you’re no good! Still not convinced? Open your eyes wide. What you’re about to see is the real masterclass in dart throwing. You wouldn’t even be able to see such skills if you paid for it in the future."
Having said that, Ye Xuan no longer paid Zhou Zihao any attention, striding forward, he picked up ten darts from a nearby basket, and approached the shooting stand.
"Wanwan, you don’t need to score me yet, wait until I’ve finished throwing!"
Ye Xuan instructed Murong Wanwan.
"Oh, I got it, Brother Ye Xuan!"
Although she didn’t know why Ye Xuan did this, Murong Wanwan trusted him unconditionally.
She immediately jumped up and waved her hands, looking incredibly cute.
At this moment, Zhou Zihao was staring intently at Ye Xuan, seemingly influenced by what he had just said. However, he wasn’t looking forward to seeing Ye Xuan perform darts miracles; he was waiting to see Ye Xuan make a fool of himself!
Even the young people around him were watching intently with the same thought as Zhou Zihao, smirks on their faces.
Even some tourists playing nearby who were drawn by the charm of Lu Miaochan and Murong Wanwan had their attention captured!
Suddenly, everyone’s gaze on the field was focused on Ye Xuan, waiting for him to throw his darts.
Under everyone’s watchful eye, Ye Xuan made his move.
From the ten darts he held in his left hand, he directly pulled one out, didn’t even aim, and casually threw it.
The dart struck the board and incredibly it hit the center bullseye, scoring a perfect ten.
The people around, who were waiting to see Ye Xuan become a laughingstock, were suddenly dumbfounded upon seeing him score a bullseye, somewhat in disbelief.
Zhou Zihao also rubbed his eyes, doubting whether he had seen correctly.
But then realizing that Ye Xuan indeed scored a bullseye, his mocking words choked back, his face turning red with frustration.
Hmph! It must be the kid’s good luck, I don’t believe you can hit the bullseye again! He thought resentfully, his face regaining its smugness.
Another whizzing sound.
Before the crowd had even recovered from their shock, Ye Xuan had already thrown the second dart!
This time, he didn’t stand in the shortest direct line but moved half a meter to the right, increasing the difficulty of the throw.
In the midst of the crowd’s immense surprise, the dart accurately hit the bullseye again, landing on the far right of the first dart.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Following that, Ye Xuan’s actions didn’t stop, throwing one dart after another, his hands fluttering like a butterfly passing through flowers, creating a blur of motion.
It was as if he didn’t need to aim at all, reminiscent of the movie where Li Xunhuan uses his "Flying knife" skills!
With each throw, Ye Xuan constantly changed positions, sometimes moving left, sometimes right, sometimes leaping up, sometimes jumping down! He actively increased the difficulty for himself.
But no matter how he changed his movements, the dart he finally threw would accurately hit the bullseye, as if the darts had eyes, all sticking in the red circle in the middle.
"Damn! This dude is really freaking amazing, nailing all those darts in the bullseye!"
"How did he do that? It’s simply unbelievable!"
"A miracle! This level of dart skills, it’s like Li Xunhuan of ’Flying knife’ is alive..."
"Oh my god! I thought the dude was just bragging, but he’s really amazing!"
"Dude, please accept my knees!"
"6666, I’m blinded by my titanium alloy dog eyes!"
"This is definitely Grandpa Level!"
"What? Just Grandpa Level, are you blind, this is at least Ancestor Level!"
"Today, we’ve encountered an ancestor!"
"OMG, Eastern really is a mysterious land..."
At this moment, the crowd around was completely stunned, deeply shocked by the scene before them.
Among them were a few blond, blue-eyed foreigners, looking as if they had just seen God, almost ready to kneel and worship!
You know, hitting the bullseye is not amazing, as anyone who has practiced darts might hit it by fluke.
What’s really awesome is hitting the bullseye with all ten darts, and that’s the most shocking part!
Because the bullseye isn’t large, at most as big as a beer bottle cap, imagine the difficulty of throwing and sticking ten darts into it from such a distance?
And every dart that sticks in takes up some space, leaving less and less room for the next shot!
Ye Xuan managed to hit the bullseye with all darts, which proved he was a dart god, describing him with an Ancestor Level was not an overstatement.
Not to mention, he also moved positions to increase the difficulty, which was even more terrifying.
Perhaps, as he said, only Li Xunhuan from the ’Flying knife’ could compete with him! But Li Xunhuan is just a character in a novel, while this deity right here is real.
"Wow wow wow! Yay, brother Ye Xuan, you’re amazing! All ten darts hit the bullseye, Wanwan worships you to death."
Murong Wanwan cheered excitedly, her face flushed with excitement, almost bouncing.
Lu Miaochan was also astonished, mouth agape. She knew Ye Xuan was likely to be good, but she hadn’t expected him to be this good!
She felt equally excited, her eyes sparkling with admiration as she looked at Ye Xuan. Having such a capable boyfriend, of course, made her very happy.
Zhou Zihao was dumbstruck, and after coming to his senses, he immediately stepped forward quickly, staring carefully at Ye Xuan’s target.
But the more he observed, the colder the sweat on his back grew, and his eyes gradually widened in horror!
Not only had Ye Xuan hit the bullseye with every dart, but he had also arranged them into the shape of a flower. This was truly a divine act in the world of darts.
Completely mesmerizing!
Only this phrase could aptly describe Ye Xuan’s skills.
In an instant, Zhou Zihao’s spirit dropped, his face showing utter dejection.
Although he was reluctant to admit it in his heart, the reality before him slapped his face swollen, making him accept his defeat completely, leaving no trace of his former arrogance!
Ye Xuan’s dart skills completely outmatched him within minutes; compared to Ye Xuan, he was nothing but amateurish.