In the end, the moving targets were changed to flying saucers. The flying saucers would be continuously shot from a distance of a hundred meters. The student with the most flying saucers would be the winner.
After some preparation, Mo Wen and Shao Jianyang started the competition again.
Both of them had a minute. Whoever could hit the most flying saucers in a minute would be the winner.
"Mo Wen, do you dare to make a bet with me?" Shao Jianyang raised his eyebrows and said with a cold smile.
"Huh? What are we betting on? "Mo Wen looked askance at Shao Jianyang.
"The loser will crawl through the opponent's crotch and bark like a dog three times."
Shao Jianyang said sinisterly, as if victory was already in his grasp.
"Are you sure?"
Mo Wen asked with a strange expression.
"Why, are you afraid?" Shao Jianyang laughed coldly.
"Sure." Mo Wen smiled. Since Shao Jianyang wanted to die, he couldn't do anything.
The competition started. Shao Jianyang was the first to go up. He took a few steps forward and glanced at Mo Wen coldly. His mouth curled into a confident smile.
"The flying saucer launching device is ready. The countdown begins."
The referee stepped forward. After he finished speaking, he suddenly pressed the timer. At the same time, the five UFO launchers placed 20 meters away began to shoot out UFO's. They shot out UFO's every five seconds, five UFO's at a time.
Shao Jianyang tensed up instantly. His gaze was fixed on the sky a hundred meters away. The gun in his hand had also been changed to a rifle. The firing speed of a pistol could not be compared to that of a rifle. It was difficult to shoot down five flying saucers at the same time with a pistol.
However, the accuracy and recoil of a rifle were much higher than that of a pistol. Hence, the difficulty was much higher.
Even Shao Jianyang did not have the confidence to shoot down five flying saucers in a short period of time. It would be impressive if he could hit two.
The moment the flying saucers were launched, Shao Jianyang opened fire. The flying saucers exploded in the air at high speed, one after another.
"That Shao Jianyang is indeed a godly shooter. With his shooting skills, I'm afraid no ordinary soldier in the entire 19th Army Group can compare to him."
Zhou Zhen's eyes flashed with a tinge of emotion. He sighed and shook his head. Although the battalion that he led belonged to the Special Combat Battalion, in the entire battalion, no one could compare to Shao Jianyang in terms of shooting skills.
Although there were many experts in the Special Combat Forces, that was only in comparison to normal people. Zhou Zhen was a lieutenant colonel at a young age, so he naturally knew a lot of things that ordinary people didn't. There was a group of people whose level had already surpassed the common sense of ordinary people.
It wasn't that there weren't any talents in the army. There were many mysterious troops in the army, and their combat power was terrifying. But let alone ordinary soldiers, even a colonel like Zhou Zhen would find it difficult to come into contact with such troops.
Zhang Lizheng stared fixedly at the shooting range in the distance. Although he had already overestimated Mo Wen, he knew that he had still underestimated him when he saw that Mo Wen could hit the moving target 100% of the time.
One minute was not long, but it felt like an eternity on the Drill Ground.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on Shao Jianyang, wanting to know what kind of result he would get in the end.
Flying saucers continued to explode in the sky. To ordinary students, the scene before them was simply inconceivable. Scenes that were usually only seen in movies actually appeared in front of his eyes.
Moreover, two powerful people had appeared at the same time. Everyone wanted to know who would have the last laugh.
Not to mention the First and Second Battalions. Even the students of the Third and Fourth Battalions had forgotten to cheer for their own battalions. They were completely attracted by the exciting scene before them. In the face of such an exciting duel, the competition between the battalions seemed to have become indifferent.
Everyone's attention was focused on Mo Wen and Shao Jianyang. The entire Drill Ground was silent, and only the sound of nervous breathing could be heard.
A fine layer of sweat began to appear on Shao Jianyang's forehead. As time passed, his accuracy gradually decreased. His highly focused mind began to show signs of fatigue, and his ability to focus also gradually decreased.
After a minute, the device that was continuously shooting flying saucers in the distance suddenly stopped. Shao Jianyang fired his last shot, but it missed.
He took a deep breath, put down his rifle, and walked off the shooting range with a calm expression.
Although he was not very satisfied with the result, he had basically developed his level to the extreme. He didn't believe that Mo Wen could beat him.
"Shao Jianyang, 31 flying saucers have been hit. Next, it's Mo Wen's turn."
The referee in the distance began to report Shao Jianyang's result and organized the next round of shooting.
The corner of Shao Jianyang's mouth curled into a relaxed smile. 31 flying saucers was still within his acceptable range. At least the success rate was more than half.
The Flying Saucer Launching Device fired once every five seconds. Five flying saucers were fired at a time, which meant that 60 flying saucers could be fired in a minute.
Out of 60 flying saucers, 31 was a very shocking result.
As soon as Shao Jianyang's result was announced, there was a gasp in the Drill Ground. With such a dense number of flying saucers and such a high speed, it was simply unbelievable that he could hit half of them. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, no one would have believed it.
Mo Wen licked his lips and walked to the center of the Drill Ground. He silently loaded and checked his gun. His expression also became serious.
Flying saucer shooting was quite a challenge for him. If his Cultivation was restored, it would naturally be a piece of cake. However, his current physical fitness and Cultivation of Inner Qi were far from his previous life.
His observation, eyesight, mental strength, shooting speed, reflexes, and familiarity with his body were far from what they were in the past. He also didn't have the confidence to hit all the flying saucers.
But against a mere Shao Jianyang?
The corner of Mo Wen's mouth curled into a cold smile. No matter how much he had deteriorated, he was still once a Miracle Physician and a top expert in the martial arts circle. How could he be compared to a brat who was still wet behind the ears?
"The second round, begin."
The referee whistled a few times and waved the flag in his hand.
Almost at the same time, the Flying Saucer Launching Device in the distance shot out flying saucers once again. It was still five flying saucers at a time, firing once every five seconds.
Mo Wen's pupils shrank. He instantly raised his gun and pressed the butt of the gun against his shoulder. The bullets in the gun barrel shot out like tongues of fire.
In the distant sky, red flowers bloomed continuously. Red smoke rose and fell, one after another.
The brilliance in the sky attracted everyone's attention. Shao Jianyang in the distance was much more spectacular. It seemed like not a single flying saucer had been missed.
"How is this possible?"
Shao Jianyang stood up from his seat. He looked at the sky above the Drill Ground in disbelief. His face was extremely pale.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible. There must be a mistake somewhere."
He kept shaking his head. He couldn't believe the scene before him was real.
Up until now, Mo Wen hadn't made a single mistake. It was simply unbelievable.
With his marksmanship, he could only hit 31 flying saucers. How could Mo Wen hit all of them? It's fake. It must be fake.
Qin Xiaoyou clenched her jade-like hands tightly. She looked at the Drill Ground nervously. Her expression was both excited and nervous.
"Good. Good job."
Zhou Zhen, who was in the Fourth Battalion's area, also stood up from the grass. His eyes were full of joy.
At this moment, anyone could see that if Mo Wen could persevere, he would definitely beat Shao Jianyang.
Zhang Lizheng looked at the distant sky in a daze. A person could actually have such amazing marksmanship. It was simply like the plot of a movie.
The 500 students of the Fourth Battalion cheered like never before. The bursts of red smoke in the distant sky were like festive fireworks.
After a minute, Mo Wen slowly put down the semi-automatic rifle in his hand. He exhaled a mouthful of turbid air. However, his eyes were shining brightly and he was in high spirits.
"Mo Wen, hit 60 flying saucers. The success rate is 100%."
In the distance, the referee's voice sounded. His voice was full of disbelief.
He had never seen a person with such terrifying marksmanship. It was simply hitting wherever he pointed, without missing.
"Xiaoyou, that Mo Wen really has nothing to do with you? If he really doesn't, shall I make my move? "
The short-haired girl beside Qin Xiaoyou grabbed Qin Xiaoyou's hand. Her eyes were shining as she said this.
"Love-Struck fool."
Qin Xiaoyou flung her hand away fiercely. She rolled her eyes at her with disdain.
"Tsk, are you jealous? You even said that you and he are just normal friends. If you still say that in the future, I won't be polite anymore. That Mo Wen is simply too handsome. Men should be like that. "
The short-haired girl clenched her fist tightly. She looked like a female wolf that was ready to pounce on a lamb.
"Xiaofei, you don't believe that he would not like a tomboy like you either."
Qin Xiaoyou looked Wang Feifei up and down. She curled her lips in disdain.
"What! You dare to say that I am a tomboy? Are you looking for trouble? I will eat you up. "
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