Lin Baici's feigned muscle flexing and bronze sword throwing were just diversions; the real killer move was the Champion Dart. The problem was that the monster's resistance to impact was too strong.

Even the Champion Dart, which could penetrate others' heads, could at most damage its eyes. And such an injury was, to it, no different from a scratch on the fur.

"I've got an idea!"

The literary youth pulled out the Champion Dart, glanced at it, and threw it back at Lin Baici: "But it's utterly useless!"