Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Fiery Tomâs voice came from behind. Bai Xi was startled before she was pushed away by Fiery Tom.
Fiery Tom was filled with fighting spirit. âBai Lin, can we continue with our earlier bet?â
Bai Lin slowly loaded the pistol and said, âNo.â
Fiery Tom was starting to get a little anxious. He had imagined the scene of him winning against Bilina countless times in his mind, but Bai Linâs repeated rejection made him unable to help himself. âItâs been a long time. Bai Lin, are you afraid?â
[Hahaha, isnât this provocation like a elementary school kidâs?]
[Why is Fiery Tom in such a hurry? Lin-jie, continue to stall! We canât let him succeed!]
[My Lin-jies always been very calm, okay? She wouldnât be provoked!]
The next second, Bai Lin sneered, âHow can I be afraid? When I finish these two magazines, Iâll beat you up.â
Fiery Tomâs eyes lit up, and he continued to provoke, âI donât believe you.â Bai Lin ignored him. She raised her hand to empty the magazine, then reloaded at an even faster speed and emptied it again.
The instructor sensed that something was happening here and did not just stand by. When he walked over, his watch rang twice.
Bai Linâs average scores for her second and third shooting were 65 and 82 respectively.
âBai Lin!â The coach was shocked. âYouâre improving way too fast!â
Fiery Tom frowned. âYouâre still pretending at this time?
Bai Lin looked at Fiery Tom in confusion. âPretending what? Even though my results arenât as good as yours, itâs not too bad, right? I can compete with you, The coach laughed. âBut Fiery Tom shot with his eyes closed. Bai Lin, you should practice more. Donât compete with others.â
No one paid any attention to the instructor. Fiery Tom suddenly laughed and then picked out the same pistol as Bai Linâs from the arsenal. âAre you ready?
Then letâs start now.â
âAlright,â Bai Lin said.
As she said that, she continued to reload, then raised her hand and glanced at Fiery Tom.
Fiery Tom sneered, âWe donât play this kind of childâs game. Letâs go with a moving target with a movement speed of 20 and appearing at random. How about it?â
âSure.â
The coach at the side covered his face. âYou guys are too reckless. Are you joking? Fiery Tom, even if you want to torture someone, donât pick on a
newbie like Bai Lin. Youâre purposely trying to crush her confidence. What if she doesnât want to touch a gun in the future?
He then looked at Bai Lin and said, âYouâre a good potential, but itâs not appropriate for you to show off your abilities. I donât know what happened between the two of you, but itâs best to be careful.â
Fiery Tom said impatiently, âCoach, you talk too much. Donât disturb us. If Bai Lin doesnât win, itâs your fault for being too talkative.â
âLetâs start,â Bai Lin said.
The coach could not persuade anyone. Seeing Bai Linâs confidence, the doubts in his heart were shaken again.
Could it be that Bai Lin was really hiding her true strength?
He and the others surrounded them and looked at them curiously.
The atmosphere became a little tense.
[Ah, I canât even breathe. Can someone tell me whatâs going on? What does Fiery Tom mean by a movement speed of 20?]
[Itâs 20 meters per second. To be honest, this speed is ridiculous. Itâs also a random target, which means that the target can appear anywhere within 50 meters. Fiery Tom and Bai Lin have to be extremely focused and have an extremely fast reaction speed to hit the target.]
[The shooting range isnât particularly large. Based on the information given by the crew, a moving target can only stay on the field for ten seconds at most, but according to Fiery Tomâs setting, itâll disappear after one second.] [You mean they canât blink? Otherwise, they might miss the target?]
[Is this the confidence of a top-tier mercenary? So strong!]
The match began. Fiery Tom clenched his pistol and stared at the shooting range intently. His arms were tense, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged. He did not blink at all. His eyes, which were always smiling, were now full of ruthlessness.
He had already entered a focused state of mind, and his aura was extremely terrifying.
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Fiery Tom quickly pulled the trigger. After firing five rounds, he pulled out the magazine with one bullet left, filled the magazine with a new one, and fired again.
Fiery Tomâs average score on moving targets was 83-3.
The smart shooting range would calculate the average score based on the number of bullets in the magazine and the number of hits. Fiery Tom had two bullets that were not fired, so the score was o, which pulled down the average score by a lot.
The detailed results were displayed in front of everyone.
Other than the two zeros, the rest of the scores were full.
Everyone stared at Fiery Tom, dumbfounded. When his gaze fell on Bai Lin, Fan Feng and the others beside Bai Lin seemed to be frightened by his deadly aura as they could not help but take half a step back..