Everyone thought Yang Feilong's bold declaration meant he had found the trick to shooting.
But these seven shots left everyone bewildered!
Because out of seven shots, only one hit the target, and it was a mere 1.1, while the other six completely missed!
With such confidence, was he even right?
"I'm done, let's begin!" Yang Feilong said calmly.
"Feilong, why don't we just admit defeat!" Han Yun looked at Yang Feilong with a bitter smile and said.
What a disgrace!
With your marksmanship, I feel like they could kill you with ten shots for every one of yours!
Actually, for a novice, firing seven or eight shots and hitting the target once is already considered talented.
But Wu Lang is a sharpshooter in this circle. While not the absolute best, he can easily defeat many professional players. Facing you is like a dimensionality reduction attack!
"Admit defeat? We've already won, why would we admit defeat?" Yang Feilong shrugged, full of confidence.
Han Yun placed a hand on her forehead: "......"
She felt a headache. The Yang Feilong she knew wasn't this ignorant of his own capabilities. What had made him this way?
"Heh, Xiao Yun! The so-called boyfriend you found is such trash. Fortunately, you'll be parting ways with him soon. I've helped you verify his character, so you should be happy, shouldn't you?" Wu Hua said with a chuckle.
"Arrogant idiot!" Yang Feilong didn't wait for Han Yun to speak, he gave Wu Hua a mocking glance and said coldly.
"You... I'll make you despair immediately!" Wu Hua's mouth twitched, and his eyes flashed with cold light.
"Make me despair? You're not worthy! Stop the nonsense, let's settle this with our skills!" Yang Feilong chuckled, his voice full of disdain.
Wu Hua took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to unleash a barrage of blows.
This guy's words were infuriating!
But it's okay, soon, very soon, he wouldn't be able to be so arrogant anymore. He needed to stay calm and make the opponent collapse with one shot!
Soon, he forced himself to calm down. It had to be said that being able to regain composure in such a situation showed how strong his willpower was.
"Let's begin!" Mi Kang looked at Yang Feilong deeply. This guy who had captivated two girls, was he truly so ignorant of his own limitations?
Whether he was or not would be revealed soon!
Before the truth emerged, he wouldn't make a hasty judgment.
*Bang!*
Wu Hua fired the first shot!
Soon, the results for Wu Hua were announced.
"Target 1, 10.8 rings!"
That's right, Wu Hua corresponded to the front of Target 1, and Yang Feilong to Target 2.
"My God, Brother Wu Hua truly lives up to his name as a sharpshooter! He achieved a near-perfect score with his first shot!"
"It's a complete rout!"
"Is there even any point in continuing this competition?"
Those who spoke included not only Wu Hua's friends but also many who had come to watch the commotion, drawn by the noise.
However, Wu Hua's friends were the loudest. They had felt stifled watching him be ridiculed earlier, and now seeing his score, they were naturally exhilarated!
"Yang Feilong! Heh heh!" Wu Hua looked at Yang Feilong with a disdainful smile.
Next, everyone watched Yang Feilong as if he were a clown.
"I wonder if Yang Feilong's first shot will even hit the target, given his confidence?"
"Hitting the target is still possible! But in my opinion, it'll probably be another one-ring score!"
"Haha, I think so too!"
Amidst the ridicule, Han Yun's helpless shake of her head, and Mi Ya and Xiao Jingwen's anticipation – yes, the two girls still held hope for Yang Feilong. They felt he wouldn't be defeated so easily. Even with his poor previous results, under everyone's gaze, Yang Feilong casually fired a shot.
"Haha, did it miss again?"
"It looks like it did, there's nothing on the target!"
At this moment, the announcer's voice rang out: "Target 2, 10.9 rings!"
The announcement stunned the entire venue into silence. Wu Hua's smile froze, as if his throat had been constricted.
"10.9 rings?" Han Yun's eyes widened. How was this possible?
Her beautiful eyes were filled with disbelief.
"10.9 rings! I knew Brother Feilong wouldn't lose!" Xiao Jingwen jumped up excitedly.
"We've won! This is it!" Mi Ya's face also broke into a smile, her gaze fixed on Yang Feilong with burning intensity. However, her expression remained as calm as ever, a stark contrast to Xiao Jingwen.
"How could it be? How could it be 10.9 rings!"
It wasn't just others who were shocked; Mi Kang himself found it unbelievable. Amidst the murmurs of doubt, his voice cut through: "Play the replay!"
The staff behind the scenes heard Mi Kang's words and began replaying the details of Yang Feilong's shot.
Indeed, after the trigger was pulled, the 'bullet' had hit the center of Target 2.
"It really is 10.9 rings!"
"No doubt about it!"
"How did he do it? Why was he missing before?"
"Strange, so strange!"
"He didn't know how before, he was just pretending?"
"Probably not! If you practice shooting for a long time, you'll have calluses on your hands, but his hands are as fair as jade, clearly not a practiced shooter! And his grip, and so on, it doesn't look like he's practiced! Plus, he didn't even wear any equipment!"
"I think the most likely explanation is that a blind cat stumbled upon a dead mouse."
"Yes, that must be the answer!"
Many people believed they had found the correct explanation!
Wu Hua also thought so!
He held his breath and calmly fired his second shot. Clearly, even though he had forced himself to be calm, he hadn't performed perfectly, evidently affected by Yang Feilong's first shot. Of course, his score was still extremely impressive!
"Target 1, 10.7 rings!"
"Another near-perfect shot! Anything above 10.5 rings is considered excellent. This 10.7, shot under pressure, is such an outstanding performance, I'd call him a sharpshooter!"
"Exactly! Yang Feilong's first shot was a fluke, a blind cat finding a dead mouse! Can he do it again with his second shot? Not missing would be good enough!"
"Can he find another dead mouse?" Han Yun watched Yang Feilong expectantly, her heart filled with tension.
Before, she had no hope at all. Now that Yang Feilong's first shot had exceeded expectations, could his second shot do the same? If only they had competed with just one shot earlier!
The randomness of a single shot was still quite high.
If they had competed with one shot earlier, they would have won by now.
*Bang!*
As everyone held their breath, watching Yang Feilong, he fired his second shot. Soon, the announcer's voice rang out!
"Target 2, 10.9 rings!"
Suddenly, the entire venue erupted.