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nTranslator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

n“I hope he is the latter.”

nZhou Zhen turned around to look at Zhang Lizheng. A trace of radiance flashed through his calm set eyes.

n“Do you mean Mo Wen may not lose?”

nZhang Lizheng’s eyes had a tinge of surprise as it was the first time Battalion Leader, Zhou Zhen, commended a young man in such way. Battalion Leader Zhou was not a normal Battalion Leader, he was one of the three Battalion Leaders of the Nineteenth Army Corp. Special Force Battalion.

n“The result is not out, so who can be sure? If he really wins, I will definitely give him the highest score in this military training,” Chief Instructor Zhou Zhen said briefly.

nIn the shooting range, Shao Jianyang raised his gun and aimed. The next second, a gunshot resonated.

nIn the distance, the referee’s voice sounded.

n“Bullseye.”

n“Yes, he really hit the bullseye. Brother Shao’s marksmanship IS simply superb.”

n“He is worthy enough to be called Brother Shao. With him in the competition, the winner will never be the 4th Battalion.”

n“A moving target will be able to exemplify the real capability of the marksman. I bet Mo Wen is dumbfounded.”

nWhen Shao Jianyang’s first shot hit the bullseye, a standing ovation broke out in the 3rd Battalion’s region.

n“It’s your turn. Hope you will not be eliminated too quickly, or it will very boring,” Shao Jianyang sneered as he glanced at Mo Wen.

nIn the shooting range, he was confident that he would be able to trample on Mo Wen. Compete against him for shooting? Mo Wen was too far off from his standards in his opinion.

nMo Wen smiled indifferently and touched the rifle in his hand before walking to the shooting range in no obvious hurry.

nAlthough a pistol had an advantage in the shooting range as the recoil of a rifle was so strong that the bullet would misalign, Mo Wen simply preferred a rifle.

nA semi-automatic rifle was able to shoot more than ten bullets in a second, which none of the pistols were able to do.

nAfter walking to the shooting range, Mo Wen raised the gun and shot without much hesitation; the motion was natural and coherent.

nBang!

nAfter the shot, he walked away without looking.

nIn the distance, the referee reported the result.

n“Bullseye!”

n“Yes! Mo Wen hit the bullseye too. Haha!”

n“Awesome! So awesome! That’s what we call the 4th Battalion; let the 3rd Battalion just be arrogant.”

nIn the 1st Battalion region, Qin Xiaoyou fixed her eyes on Mo Wen as she held her hands tightly. Her eyes were full of excitement.

n“Xiaoyou, why are you so excited? Don’t tell me you really like that Mo Wen,” a short haired girl teased while walking to the side of Qin Xiaoyou.

nQin Xiaoyu glared fiercely at the short haired girl.

n“Pfft. What nonsense are you talking about? Be careful of my scratch.”

n“That Mo Wen is really capable. Since you don’t like him, I can ask him to consider me?”

nThe short hair girl looked at Qin Xiaoyou mischievously, giving an expression that she had developed affection towards Mo Wen.

nQin Xiaoyu snorted lightly, making shooing motions with her hands.

n“Go ahead. Look at your dire desire for love. You have so much initiative — I wonder what they will think of you.”

nIn the second round, the youngster with a squarish face and calm behavior from the 3rd Battalion went in for the competition. He managed to remain in the competition until now, mainly due to his calm attitude.

nHe raised the gun and aimed. After waiting two to three minutes, the gunshot reverberated.

n“Eighth ring.”

nUnfortunately, the referee at a distance announced his elimination. After all, it was not an easy task to hit the bullseye on a moving target.

nAnother person from the 3rd Battalion was eliminated. It was followed by Wang Yuan’s turn to shoot.

nWang Yuan took a deep breath, did the warm-up movement and walked up to the shooting range.

nBang!

n“Ninth ring.”

nAfter the gunshot, it was confirmed to be the ninth ring; just one more ring to qualify. Unfortunately, Wang Yuan was out of luck.

n“Mo Wen, hang in there!” Wang Yuan smiled wryly and walked out of the shooting range helplessly.

nAfter that, it was the 3rd Battalion’s turn again.

nUnsurprisingly, the participant from the 3rd Battalion shot the seventh ring and was eliminated.

nAt this moment, the 3rd Battalion was left with two people, while Mo Wen was the only one left in the 4th Battalion.

nOne against two; the situation didn’t seem favorable.

nAfter the 3rd Battalion, it was Mo Wen’s turn.

nNot far away, Shao Jianyang looked at Mo Wen scornfully, with folded arms.

n“Mo Wen, hold your gun firmly. It would be embarrassing to be eliminated before having me as your opponent.”

nHe liked the thrill of trampling on Mo Wen little by little under the watchful eyes of the audience. He would find no fun in it if Mo Wen were to be eliminated too quickly.

nMo Wen walked to the shooting range emotionlessly, absolutely disregarding all the cheers that were constantly resonating from the 4th Battalion situated at a distance.

nHis arms produced an easy, continuous motion of raising the gun, then shot without a lag. After the resonance of the gunshot, he returned with indifferent expression on his face.

nSeemingly knowing of the result, he had no intention of waiting for the referee’s announcement.

n“Bullseye.”

nThe referee’s voice sounded as he walked out of the shooting range.

n“Bullseye again! He hit it again!”

n“Terrific! Two shots of bullseyes. Not sure if Shao Jianyang is able to continue… perhaps it is possible for the 4th Battalion to win the 3rd Battalion.”

n“What a great guy with good standards.”

nInstructor Zhang Lizheng held his fist tightly, finally putting down the heavy stone that was weighing down his heart. Originally, he didn’t have much hope for this shooting competition, but Mo Wen’s performance had once again given him hope.

nShao Jianyang squinted his eyes slightly. Mo Wen’s last shot was done so casually, yet it hit the bullseye. The previous shot might have just been luck, but now it was definitely not.

n“Interesting!”

nShao Jianyang curled his lips scornfully, and started to reassess Mo Wen. He found that the stronger Mo Wen got, the stronger his desire to fight; the more satisfying it was to trample him.

nIn Shao Jianyang’s heart, he really detested Mo Wen due to Mo Wen’s relationship with Qin Xiaoyou. It was like a thorn in his flesh. How could a girl as perfect as her like someone else? Even a simple concern shouldn’t be allowed to be given.

nAfter Mo Wen, it was the 3rd Battalion’s turn again, but it was not Shao Jianyang. It was the other student from the 3rd Battalion. According to the sequencing, Shao Jianyang’s turn would be after him.

nIt was a situation of one against two for Mo Wen.

nBang!

n“Bullseye.”

nThe referee announced loudly. It was a hit that made this student the third person in this competition who hit the bullseye on the moving target.

nHe glimpsed at Mo Wen curiously and walked out of the shooting range.

nThe hit on the bullseye by the student from the 3rd Battalion had once again caused another commotion in the parade ground. Those who thought Mo Wen was promising, had started to change their mind.

nThe present situation continued to be Mo Wen competing again two; the two who were the best marksman.

nIt was Mo Wen’s turn again. This was his third shot on the moving target, but those from the 3rd Battalion had only one shot; it was definitely a great advantage to have more people.

nHowever, it didn’t bother Mo Wen. In his opinion, the moving target was only a hundred feet away. He was able to hit the bullseye by throwing a flying dagger, not to speak of a gun with precision.

nThe moving target moved at a uniform speed. So as long as one was able to determine its moving speed and distance, one would shoot it similarly to a stationary target.

nFor the third shot, Mo Wen shot the bullseye again.

nFollowed by Shao Jianyang’s turn; likewise, he shot the bullseye with ease.

nMo Wen hit the bullseye for the fourth shot, seemingly without second thought.

nHowever, when it was the turn for the second student of the 3rd Battalion, he failed. A moving target had a greater chance of failure, so to fail was normal.

nMo Wen and Shao Jianyang’s standard of marksmanship was definitely beyond the normal category, being able to hit the bullseye for every shot.

nFor the fifth shot, Mo Wen continued to shoot the bullseye.

nShao Jianyang shot the bullseye too.

nThe sixth shot.

nThe seventh shot.

nThe eighth shot.

nThe ninth shot.

nAfter a few exchanges, all the way until the tenth shot, there was still no winner.

nSilence filled the air, the students watching the competition were numbed to their senses; some even started to wonder if both of them were going to continue endlessly.

nThe two persons’ outstanding performance had given the students an illusion that they would never ever miss a bullseye. The moving target, which was an unusually difficult shooting challenge, had seemingly become a super easy shooting task.

nEventually, Shao Jianyang was somewhat unable to bear it any further.

n“Sir, I request to increase the difficulty level of the competition.”

nHe never thought that Mo Wen was so strong; he even got a little worried that he might miss a shot accidentally.

nTherefore, he thought of requesting for an increased difficulty in the shooting competition so that it would only take one shot to decide the winner.

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