One was by chance, but two? Could that still be described as luck?
"Oh my god! He actually, he actually got a perfect score again!"
"Is Yang Feilong trying to defy heaven?"
"I thought Wu Hua had it in the bag, but now, the victor is still undecided!"
"He won, he won again!" Mia clenched her small fists, her face flushed with excitement.
"As expected of our admired Brother Feilong! He didn't disappoint us!" Xiao Jingwen giggled, her eyes bright and beautiful.
"Beautiful!" Han Yun also excitedly waved her fists.
Only Wu Hua's face was incredibly gloomy!
The second shot, he lost again, lost again. How could this guy possibly beat him again?
His heart was filled with resentment and anger. From the moment he met Yang Feilong, he had been unable to catch his breath. He thought he could finally vent, especially since he felt confident about this air rifle duel, but what was the result? He had shot almost perfectly in two consecutive shots, yet he was still suppressed!
The anger in his heart naturally grew even more intense.
*Bang!*
With this shot, Wu Hua, who had forcibly calmed himself, fired a perfect shot!
The announcer's voice echoed through the hall: "Target number one, 10.9 rings!"
"Heh." A cold smile flickered across Wu Hua's lips as he looked at Yang Feilong.
"What are you chuckling about! Are you getting arrogant after shooting one good shot?" Yang Feilong said mockingly.
"The previous two shots were just a fluke! Do you have the guts to shoot another perfect one?" Wu Hua sneered, his face filled with disbelief towards Yang Feilong.
*Bang!* Without a word, Yang Feilong raised his hand and fired, not even seeming to aim.
Then, the announcer's voice rang out: "Target number two, 10.9 rings!"
Wu Hua's cold smile froze, his throat felt as if it were being strangled again, and his face turned extremely grim.
"Is 10.9 rings that hard to hit?" Yang Feilong said dismissively.
"You..." Wu Hua's face contorted.
"Still not convinced?" Yang Feilong said scornfully.
"Don't think you've won until the very end!" Wu Hua said with a cold laugh.
*Bang!*
"Target number two, 10.9 rings!"
*Bang!*
"Target number two, 10.9 rings!"
*Bang!*
"Target number two, 10.9 rings!"
Seven consecutive shots, each one hitting the bullseye, he was truly a marksman among marksmen.
At this moment, the entire venue was silent, everyone staring at Yang Feilong with their mouths agape, stunned by his performance!
"Ahhh, so cool!" Xiao Jingwen's face was uncontrollably excited.
Mia's cheeks were flushed, her eyes twinkling: "Did he win? And every shot was a perfect score?"
"This is insane, a true wolf in sheep's clothing!"
"Perfect scores on every shot, even a sharpshooter can't achieve this!"
"Was he really not playing before? But why don't I believe it one bit!"
"I don't believe it either! During the test shots, he was almost missing every target, how could he improve so drastically?"
Han Yun blinked her beautiful eyes: "This..."
To be honest, before the nasal shot, she had thought, "just don't lose too badly." The first shot, she considered a fluke, like many others. When Yang Feilong hit the bullseye on the second shot, she still thought he was just lucky. But after the third shot, her opinion changed. Perhaps Yang Feilong truly had the skill, and was just pretending before.
But Yang Feilong’s subsequent seven consecutive shots, all hitting the bullseye, surprised her to an extreme!
Surprise, immense surprise, was not enough to describe her feelings at this moment!
At this point, she couldn't help but recall what Yang Feilong had said before the bet. Could it be that he was fully confident of winning? Was he genuinely worried that if he won the bet, he'd feel bad about not sharing the money with her?
This guy, she thought he was just being gentlemanly by not wanting her to lose money, but she never expected he had this kind of thought!
Hmph! Damn it!
At this moment, Wu Hua gritted his teeth, he felt like spitting blood. He had just declared that he wouldn't be considered a winner until the end, and the other party had fired seven shots, directly announcing the result in advance!
Damn it, this was a complete humiliation, a "Feilong riding on the face"!
"I'm really sorry, for the first match, I did win in advance!" Yang Feilong turned around and said to Wu Hua, "Ten million, remember it!"
"It's just the first match! There are still two more!" Wu Hua said in a deep voice, his gaze extremely sinister.
"Heh, just the first match? Didn't you also say it was just the first shot earlier!" Yang Feilong said playfully.
"You..." Wu Hua almost spat blood.
Just then, a surprised exclamation rang out: "My heavens!"
"Cousin, why are you so startled?" Mi Kang couldn't help but look at his cousin Xiao Jingwen, who was standing near the target.
Everyone's attention was drawn, and they looked over, very curious why Xiao Jingwen was so surprised.
"Brother Feilong is too amazing. Those missed shots earlier, he actually hit a mosquito, hitting the 1.1 ring spot, which was also hitting a mosquito!" Xiao Jingwen said, unable to hide her shock.
As soon as she said this, everyone present was incredibly shocked.
Mosquitoes?
Hitting mosquitoes from such a distance?
So, when he was testing his shots, he wasn't aiming at the target at all, but at mosquitoes? Possibly even flying mosquitoes?
That difficulty level was even higher!
No wonder, no wonder he seemed so effortless hitting the bullseye? What level of marksman was this?
Those so-called sharpshooters couldn't compare to him!
A super sharpshooter?
It seemed that this description was more fitting!
"You, you weren't a so-called novice at all before!" Wu Hua gritted his teeth and looked at Yang Feilong.
"What does it matter if I'm a novice or not?" Yang Feilong said with a mocking smile, looking down at Wu Hua.
"You..." Hearing Yang Feilong's infuriating words, Wu Hua felt like spitting blood.
Indeed, it didn't matter whether he was a novice or not. Furthermore, he considered himself a sharpshooter, and now, before the competition was even over, he had been completely defeated. What face did he have to say anything?
"I won't be careless next time! I will crush you!" Wu Hua said to Yang Feilong with icy eyes.
"Crush me? Who gave you the courage to say that? Liang Jingru?" Yang Feilong taunted.
"..."
Using his own words against him, this was like slapping him across the face. His previous words had not come true, and now the other party was crushing him. He didn't even know how to retort.
"We'll see! You're not fat until you're overweight!" Wu Hua said fiercely.
"Feilong riding on the face, if there's once, there'll be a second time!" Yang Feilong said indifferently.
*Puff!*
Many people almost burst out laughing. This guy was too good at arguing, almost better than his shooting!