Two seconds later, the dart hit the wall. But the apple still did not hit the ground.

It turns out... although the dart did not hit the apple, the dart needle had touched the peel, which changed the frequency and angle of the apple's rotation, so its falling trajectory also changed accordingly.

Seeing this change, Yang's reaction was extremely quick...

He immediately put his hands on the ground and performed a neat Thomas maneuver, forcibly shifting his body's center of gravity. After turning back half a meter laterally, he once again successfully caught the apple with his head.

But...this time, a wisp of cold sweat flowed from his bald head.

"Hehehe..." The shooter missed a hit, but did not show any disappointment. On the contrary, he showed a smile, "Old man, now you are so comfortable facing my 'Boomerang'

……"

Yang responded to the other party with a look of sympathy, and replied with a sullen face: "Both each other, the only one who can force me to use the 'Thomas Turn Back and Retrieve Fruit Technique' is you..."

"These two guys are just kidding me..." Feng Bujue's mouth twitched and he yelled in his heart, "What kind of fuss is going on with 'Boomerang'... Please go back to the set of King of Nets!" Thomas

Don’t talk about the technique of turning back to receive the fruit... This kind of term is simply an insult to all the names of special moves... Is there any mental pollution?"

"Okay, Dave, it's your turn again." After the shooter threw a dart, he sat back on the stool at the bar. "You should already know how this game is played, right? Then let's show you the real kung fu.

Let’s see.”

"Fuck your mother..." Feng Bujue was cursing in his mind, "I really want to find eighteen bald men to whip you with folding stools..."

Depressed, depressed, the game has begun and he must finish it.
Chapter completed!