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.
