Chapter 36 - Genius Marksman

“What’s the matter?Hei Xiong, are you looking down on my nephew?

He has been personally trained by me,” Ye Dongjian boasted to the skies, intending to let Ye Chenfeng thoroughly embarrass Hei Xiong soon.

“Aren’t you just setting Chenfeng up for suffering?

Do I not know what he’s capable of?” Wu Kunming said with conviction.

“There’s no need for you to worry about that.

I am very clear about my nephew’s abilities,” Ye Dongjian said full of confidence.

Wu Kunming’s solid frame quivered slightly as he retorted, “Fine, but don’t think that by putting Chenfeng in the game, I will tell my people to go easy.

We’ll see the real skills in action shortly!”

The left side of the drill ground was partitioned off to create a shooting range.

Ye Dongjian’s soldiers quickly set it up, and it was ready for the shooting to begin.

To increase the difficulty of the shooting competition, Ye Dongjian had his soldiers suspend four coins with thin strings at a distance of a hundred meters.

At that distance, it was not just challenging to hit the coins, it was very difficult even to see them clearly.

The soldier Ye Dongjian’s side had sent out was one of the most outstanding shooters.

He was confident that he could secure a steady victory in the first round of the shooting contest.

The soldier took up a practice rifle with a very standard pose, showing that he’d received plenty of training regularly.

A confident look adorned the soldier’s face; in the Strong Soldier Training Camp’s marksmanship division, he was second to none, and sometimes even his instructor Ye Dongjian couldn’t best him.

At a distance of a hundred meters, four bullets were fired in quick succession, the dull sounds echoing through the air.

Shooting coins was much more difficult than hitting targets; the degree of difficulty had increased by multiple times.

However, for someone who handled guns every day and even slept clutching one, this was still a piece of cake, and he was sure he had hit at least two of the coins.

It wasn’t long before the soldier responsible for tallying the results came running over to announce them; the soldier had indeed hit two coins.

For shooting coins, this result was already quite impressive, especially at a distance beyond a hundred meters!

“You’ve been slacking off recently, haven’t you? ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ N(o)vᴇl(F)ire.nᴇt

Your skills have deteriorated,” Ye Dongjian said as he patted the soldier’s shoulder, signaling him to return to the ranks.

In fact, Ye Dongjian’s proud smile betrayed his genuine satisfaction with his subordinate’s performance.

But isn’t modesty a tradition in Huaxia Country?

“Ye Dongjian, you really shouldn’t brag.

The marksmanship of your men really isn’t that great.

Today, I’ll show you what true marksmanship is,” Wu Kunming boasted.

No sooner had Wu Kunming finished speaking than a lean soldier with a pair of high-prescription glasses on his face stepped forward from behind him, a figure that one could hardly associate with a “sharpshooter.”

“Hahaha, Hei Xiong, you’re sending in this Four-eyes Toad?

He probably can’t even see the path clearly, and you’re having him shoot?” Ye Dongjian burst into laughter.

“Don’t speak too soon; you won’t be laughing later,” Wu Kunming said, unruffled.

The lean Four-eyes Toad picked up a practice rifle.

Underneath the thick lenses, his eyes suddenly flashed with a sharp light, and his aura instantly changed.

This gave Ye Chenfeng, who was standing by, a sudden sense of danger.

His intuition told him that this Four-eyes Toad was not to be underestimated.

In his last life, Ye Chenfeng’s marksmanship was unrivaled, adept with any kind of firearm.

He had initially wanted to tell Ye Dongjian to let him join the competition, but since Ye Dongjian had already arranged the lineup, he kept quiet.

Four-eyes Toad aimed for a significantly shorter time than the previous person, and his four bullets were fired off quickly, his face maintaining a certain expression throughout—there was no pride, no anxiety, no…

It was an extremely tranquil state.

Originally, Ye Dongjian thought he had the first shooting competition in the bag, but when the statistician ran over to announce that three coins had been hit, he opened his mouth wide in shock, then turned red-faced with embarrassment—as a shooting instructor, wasn’t this a slap to his own face?

“How about that?

Now you know what a true marksman is, right?” Wu Kunming said triumphantly.

Seeing his uncle Ye Dongjian in a tight spot, Ye Chenfeng could only sigh helplessly, knowing all too well that his uncle had never won a single time in front of Wu Kunming.

He then stepped forward and said, “Uncle Wu, my uncle was just joking with you!

Actually, the most amazing marksman here hasn’t made a move yet.”

“Oh, you have someone even more impressive here?” Wu Kunming looked at Ye Chenfeng with curiosity.

Not only was Wu Kunming curious, but Ye Dongjian was also full of doubts; the soldier he had sent out was the best at marksmanship they had.

“Alright, Chenfeng, call out this marksman of yours, so no one can accuse me of an undeserved victory later,” Wu Kunming said, not believing there was anyone else who could surpass Four-eyes Toad’s shooting score.

Upon hearing this, Ye Chenfeng picked up the practice firearm that was set aside.

Seeing this, Wu Kunming quickly asked, “Chenfeng, what are you doing?”

“Shooting!” Ye Chenfeng replied offhandedly.

“Chenfeng, you can shoot to your heart’s content later, but first, call out this marksman you mentioned,” Wu Kunming said.

“Uncle Wu, the person I was talking about is me!” Ye Chenfeng pointed to himself.

“Chenfeng, you…” Wu Kunming found himself at a loss for words but then remembered that Ye Chenfeng was a panic disorder patient, and he let it go.

“Bang, bang, bang, bang—”

While talking, Ye Chenfeng had already started firing at the four coins over a hundred meters away, without even aiming.

To the onlookers, it seemed Ye Chenfeng was just messing around.

Ye Dongjian sighed, shook his head; although Ye Chenfeng’s physical skills were so good that it even made him, as the uncle, feel inferior, marksmanship wasn’t something one could master overnight, so he too thought Ye Chenfeng was messing around.

Just as Ye Dongjian was about to concede defeat, the statistician ran over, his face filled with surprise and disbelief, stammering, “Instructor Ye, just now, just now…”

Ye Dongjian, annoyed, cut off the statistician’s words and asked, “I’ve already guessed the outcome.

Did he not hit a single coin with any of the shots?”

“No, that’s not it, he hit all four coins with the shots just now, and each hit the dead center of the coins,” the statistician said breathlessly.

“What?

How is that possible?” Ye Dongjian exclaimed after being stunned for a long time, completely beyond his expectations.

“Hurry, take me to see the coins that were hit.” Ye Dongjian quickly ran toward the coins a hundred meters away, with Wu Kunming and Lin Zhonghu closely following his steps, also finding the matter utterly incredible.