"Just a struggle before death!" Ryukawa Kumo said coldly.
"Snap!"
"The second birdie!"
The audience erupted once more!
"It must be a fluke, such good luck! Golf is sometimes all about luck," Ryukawa Kumo's expression barely changed.
"The third one! He's actually continuing! This is simply unbelievable."
Everyone was dumbfounded when Ye Mingtian hit three birdies in a row.
"It seems he's grasped some kind of knack, but so what? Can you hit ten birdies?" Ryukawa Kumo's face was full of disdain.
"The fourth birdie!"
When the fourth birdie appeared, everyone thought they were dreaming. This was something completely impossible.
"This can't be real, right?" Ryukawa Kumo slowly stood up from his armchair, his eyes full of disbelief.
"The fifth birdie!"
"Pfft!"
Someone in the audience almost spat blood in disbelief; this was simply as if he was cheating.
"Five birdies in a row? Is he cheating?" Ryukawa Kumo's face turned pale, his standing body slightly shaking.
