36 Deadlock (2/2)

After the 3rd Battalion, it was Mo Wen's turn.

Not far away, Shao Jianyang looked at Mo Wen scornfully, with folded arms.

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

He 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.

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

His 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.

Seemingly knowing of the result, he had no intention of waiting for the referee's announcement.

”Bullseye.”

The referee's voice sounded as he walked out of the shooting range.

”Bullseye again! He hit it again!”

”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.”

”What a great guy with good standards.”

Instructor 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.

Shao 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.

”Interesting!”

Shao 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.

In 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.

After 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.

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

Bang!

”Bullseye.”

The 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.

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

The 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.

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

It 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.

However, 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.

The 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.

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

Followed by Shao Jianyang's turn; likewise, he shot the bullseye with ease.

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

However, 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.

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

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

Shao Jianyang shot the bullseye too.

The sixth shot.

The seventh shot.

The eighth shot.

The ninth shot.

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

Silence 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.

The 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.

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

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

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

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