Chapter 112: Chapter 111: Young Man, You’re Not Following the Rules (7th Update, Please Subscribe)

The jokes were over quickly.

Gu Xi looked at Xu Lingjun with a slight touch of pity in her eyes. To her, Xu Lingjun was not necessarily inferior to Li Jingjun.

What a pity the circumstances weren’t favorable.

Otherwise, he might have had a good chance of taking first place.

What a pity.

“Let the assessment begin,”

she said softly, “Don’t be nervous.”

“Yes.”

Xu Lingjun picked up the pistol, loaded it, and chambered a round.

His movements were steady, but also quite unfamiliar… this was something that couldn’t be feigned.

He aimed the gun.

Bang.

“Seven rings!”

With the first shot, everyone couldn’t help but feel a bit disheartened.

Although they knew there was no room for tricks in this round and that it came down to skill, seeing Xu Lingjun fall behind considerably with his first shot, they were still secretly amazed.

Xu Lingjun, however, wasn’t fazed at all, just slightly adjusting his arm.

Bang.

Six rings.

Just the last time, the seven rings were on the left, and this time, the six rings were on the right.

Xu Lingjun kept shooting.

Bang!

Eight rings.

Bang!

Ten rings!!

Everyone was instantly stunned, even including Gu Xi. A newcomer actually scored ten rings?

And Xu Lingjun didn’t stop, continuing to fire.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!

Ten rings, ten rings, ten rings, ten rings, ten rings, ten rings!

Accompanied by a rapid and rhythmic barrage of gunfire.

The consecutive reports left everyone on site and those observing through monitors dumbfounded.

Consecutive ten rings… how steady must he be?

“Zoom in the camera, I want to see the target,”

Liu Zhiyuan’s eyes lit up as he shouted.

The monitor zoomed in…

The target showed four clear bullet holes: seven rings, six rings, eight rings, and ten rings.

For the next seven shots, all were exactly on the same spot.

Everyone was astonished.

Marksmanship is something with no room for luck… a newcomer might score six or seven rings, but ten rings are highly unlikely.

Moreover, aside from the initial three test shots, the subsequent seven shots were all ten rings, all hitting the same spot, something even the most professional shooters would find difficult, unless they’re elite snipers with extreme accuracy demands.

But Xu Lingjun was just a novice.

Liu Zhiyuan stared intently at the target before him, saying: “This isn’t marksmanship at all.”

“Shooting seven consecutive shots on the same spot, even a veteran would find it tough to do…”

Li Tianlai immediately discerned the trick, saying calmly: “Just like before, brute force. The assessment was initially supposed to be on moving targets, but since it’s the first time for many, the implementation fell short, and most students here lack gun experience, so they reduced the difficulty to fixed targets!”

Liu Zhiyuan added: “Using the first shot as a baseline, if it’s skewed left, adjust right; if skewed right, adjust left, figuring out the ten-ring spot in just three shots. He isn’t really aiming at the target but a point… aiming at that point and firing directly. As long as the target doesn’t move, he could shoot a hundred and still get a hundred tens. But as soon as the target is moved slightly, he’s lost. It’s an exploit, not marksmanship.”

Zhou Qingwan curiously said: “But what about the gun’s recoil?”

“It’s completely counteracted by his own muscles.”

Even Zhang Zhiheng, an outsider, noticed the anomaly this time.

He exclaimed: “With the arm repeatedly jolted by the gun’s recoil, his hand didn’t move an inch?”

“It’s the minute details that reveal true understanding. His control over his own muscles has reached an almost perfect level; in terms of pure bodily control, he may not be much less than us veterans.”

Liu Zhiyuan’s expression was serious.

He seemed to want to say something but restrained himself.

It’s just the beginning…

What’s the rush?

This Xu Lingjun, how many more surprises does he have for me?

Meanwhile,

the crowd in the examination field was also stunned.

A series of ten rings, even more exaggerated than Li Jingjun’s previous performance.

If it weren’t for the low scores of the first few shots… this could have been a full-score run.

points!!!

Though not as exaggerated as Li Jingjun’s 97, Li Jingjun’s movements were skilled and elegant, with a rhythm all her own…

That’s a seasoned shooter with a developed gun sense.

But Xu Lingjun’s stance was unorthodox, easily criticized on a hundred counts… yet he almost scored a perfect hundred.

Li Jingjun gave Xu Lingjun a surprised look.

She was quite astonished, thinking this test would widen the score gap between them, but who knew that although she held a substantial edge, the margin was so small… it felt like it could be caught up at any moment.

The Yun Mu Field at Fangyi City, considered one of the six lesser competitive testing grounds, unexpectedly held an opponent who could make her feel tense.

The fighting spirit in her gaze toward Xu Lingjun gradually rose.

Zong Xiaoping couldn’t help but scratch his head, exclaiming: “But… didn’t you say you hadn’t practiced?”

Thinking of what he had just said to encourage Xu Lingjun.

Damn it… I’m a 79 comforting a 91, how absurd is that?

At this point, Old Xu, are you still playing this humility game with me?

Do you think we’re discussing Cultivation Techniques like we did before school?

He swore internally that he would never believe anything Xu Lingjun said again…

This guy, once he feigns weakness, without a doubt, he’s lying in wait to pounce on this sickly tiger like me.

Xu Lingjun set the gun down and returned to his team amidst the awe and envy of the onlookers.

He smiled at Zong Xiaoping: “Not bad, the feel was pretty good, it was the most satisfying time I’ve shot a handgun, indeed, this is a man’s romance.”

Zong Xiaoping awkwardly turned his head away, ignoring him.

The testing proceeded.

Scores in the forties and fifties once again became the main theme.

Some better-equipped schools could afford to let students practice shooting, and quite a few examinees had some foundation…

But even so, scores of sixty or seventy were already quite remarkable.

Can a school provide unlimited ammunition? Without extraordinary talent, a few bullets are just enough to familiarize them with the basics of shooting.

Soon enough.

All over a hundred cadets completed their assessments.

Aside from Xu Lingjun and Li Jingjun scoring above 90, no one else scored over 80. Even the third place, Zong Xiaoping, only managed 79.

“Not bad, not bad, perfectly exceeding my expectations. Now that everyone’s had a satisfying session of shooting, you’ve all had a good rest, haven’t you?”

Gu Xi gently fiddled with her silky curls, smiling: “Currently, Li Jingjun ranks first overall, also topping both separate category scores, with Xu Lingjun closely behind, while Zong Xiaoping lags considerably in third… hmm… so it’s just a duel between the two of them? Are you all content being side characters? There are still many categories left, plenty of opportunities to overtake.”

Everyone looked speechless.

Overtake?

Martial tests don’t have standard answers, a perfect score is almost impossible.

Their scores, especially the first one… are practically near perfect.

Moreover, she appears to be a polymath, how to catch up?

“Alright, now then, we can begin the next round of the Martial Skill assessment. This round requires pure strength, no tricks can be employed.”

Gu Xi looked meaningfully at Xu Lingjun.

Evidently, hinting at him… I know you exploited the last round.

The test was about precise marksmanship, and you just brute-forced it, you’re not playing by the rules, young man.