"I said, kiddo, stop using your pitifully limited experience to guess at soone’s true strength! My skill with the flying knife has long surpassed anything you youngsters could ever imagine."
Ye Xuan spoke with the air of a reclusive expert, his tone far from humble, leaving the impression that he lacked any modesty.
"Old man, talk is cheap. If you’re so great, let’s see so proof! Since you claim to be so amazing, why don’t you show off your flying knife skills and give us juniors sothing to marvel at?"
Zhou Zihao clearly didn’t buy Ye Xuan’s claims, as he sneered and taunted.
"Fine! If you want to compete, then let’s do it! But if you lose, just get lost and stop bothering us," Ye Xuan replied indifferently.
"Deal," Zhou Zihao quickly agreed, afraid Ye Xuan might back out.
He didn’t believe for a second that he could lose to Ye Xuan, especially to an old man who was all talk!
"Let’s go. If we’re going to compete, we should at least have a venue, right? Take there," Ye Xuan said, looking around and noticing that there was no place set up for a competition.
"The range is over there, follow !"
Zhou Zihao pointed ahead, then motioned to the other youths around him and, stepping onto his skateboard shoes, glided ahead.
"Miaochan, Wanwan, let’s go! I’ll show you the miracle of my flying knife skills!"
Ye Xuan led Lu Miaochan and the other girl, taking his ti to follow.
At the sa ti, he put his arm around Lu Miaochan’s waist, eliciting a wave of jealousy from Murong Wanwan.
"Why isn’t Brother Ye Xuan holding instead?" Murong Wanwan pouted, feeling very unbalanced inside, and then hurried to keep up with Ye Xuan’s pace.
About ten minutes later.
The group arrived at a shooting range, which featured an archery area offering visitors gas like archery, darts, air rifles, and other shooting activities.
Since the amusent park was run by his family, Zhou Zihao greeted the staff and led Ye Xuan and the others into the shooting area, heading to the dartboard section.
Soon, the staff brought over the necessary equipnt for the competition. Zhou Zihao took off his skateboard shoes and ca to the dart throwing area to warm up!
A minute later, he stopped warming up, picked up a dart from the rack, aid at the bullseye ten ters away, and without shooting, turned his head to Ye Xuan and said,
"Old man, we’ll compete here! We agreed on the rules earlier. Each person has ten shooting attempts, with a total score of one hundred points! Whoever has the highest score wins. No objections, right?"
Ye Xuan looked around and then returned his gaze, "No problem, you go first!"
"Big-talker, I think you should go first, lest you accuse of bullying an older person," Zhou Zihao smirked and said with overbearing pride.
"I’ll go first because I fear you won’t have a chance afterwards," Ye Xuan glanced at him and added, "I never pick on the weak!"
Shit!
Zhou Zihao’s mouth twitched, thinking that Ye Xuan was still posturing until now. Let’s see how you end this later!
"Humph! If I’m shooting first, then so be it, but who will be the judge?"
Zhou Zihao snorted coldly and asked.
"I will! I will!"
At that mont, Murong Wanwan bounced out with her hands raised, saying with a smile, "I’ll be the referee for you guys!"
Zhou Zihao’s eyes lit up, quickly agreeing, "Great, let the beautiful lady be the judge. I trust you’ll make a fair and just decision."
Of course, that last bit was just lip service; he wasn’t worried about Murong Wanwan showing favoritism towards Ye Xuan. The scores on the shooting target were clear to see, making any trickery impossible!
Murong Wanwan, now the appointed referee, showed a face full of excitent and imdiately ran to stand between the two targets.
She then waved her hand toward the shooting platform and called out crisply, "Are you guys ready? You can start once you’re ready!"
Ye Xuan gave an OK sign to Murong Wanwan to indicate he was ready.
"Okay then!"
Zhou Zihao shouted out and confidently turned to Ye Xuan,
"When it cos to darts, I take it seriously! Blowhard, watch as I display my divine might and blind you with my skill, so you’ll know what true dart expertise is."
Having spoken, he walked up to the shooting range, picked up a dart, lifted it, and assud a standard shooting posture.
Imdiately aiming for the bullseye, he concentrated and stilled his breath. Once his strength was fully gathered, he fiercely hurled the dart in his hand!
Whoosh!
A tearing sound through the air rang out as the dart drew a parabola, like a teor from the heavens, heading straight toward the heart of the target.
Then, with a ’thud’, it struck firmly in the center of the target, right on top of that red dot!
Dead center of the bullseye!
"That’s amazing, bro! You hit a ten with a single throw!"
"Once Zhou Brother makes a move, we know who’s boss! The title ’Dart Prince’ of our amusent park isn’t for nothing!"
"Zhou Brother is aweso, beating everyone in a second!"
"I dare say, he’s definitely scoring a hundred points this match!"
"Go Zhou Brother! Defeat the blowhard..."
Seeing Zhou Zihao hit the bullseye in one go, the group of youngsters around imdiately started cheering loudly.
So even beca cheerleaders, rooting for him energetically, treating him as if he were already the champion.
"Beauty, you can start keeping the score now."
Zhou Zihao was very pleased with his performance and, with a triumphant expression, called out to Murong Wanwan.
Then, he glanced at Lu Miaochan and, seeing her remain calm, he frowned slightly, yet didn’t make much of it.
With nine more shots to go, he would make this beauty pay attention to him and then leave the arms of that uncle to fall madly in love with him!
After hearing Zhou Zihao’s words, Murong Wanwan walked up to the target, examined it briefly, pulled out the dart, and loudly announced,
"Hitting the bullseye, in the first round Zhou Zihao scores ten points, for a total of ten points."
After announcing the score, Murong Wanwan stepped aside, and at that mont, Zhou Zihao picked up another dart and began his second round of shooting.
Whoosh!
The dart stuck into the target.
In the second round of shooting, Zhou Zihao hit the bullseye again, scoring ten points! With a total score of twenty points.
The third round, he missed the bullseye by a bit.
The fourth round, he hit the nine-ring.
...
In the eighth round, he still hit the nine-ring.
The ninth round, ten-ring bullseye!
The tenth round, ten-ring bullseye!
Out of ten throws, Zhou Zihao only missed the bullseye three tis, hitting the nine-ring, while his other seven attempts were all direct hits! In other words, Zhou Zihao scored seven tens and three nines, with a total score of ninety-seven points.
Although it wasn’t a perfect hundred, this score was still incredibly high! Even in a world-class competition, he would rank among the top few, no wonder Zhou Zihao was so proud of himself.
Zhou Zihao was very satisfied with his performance, but still boastfully said,
"Ah, not scoring a perfect hundred, I’ve embarrassed myself in front of everyone."
This remark again elicited a round of flattery from the people around, who praised Zhou Zihao for his modesty.
Right after, Zhou Zihao turned his head and fixed his gaze on Ye Xuan!
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