Extreme Almightiest Young Master

Chapter 479 This marksmanship is not human!

"Call the score!"

Lin Feng’s voice wasn’t loud, but everyone heard it crystal clear, as if the sound occurred right inside their hearts, snapping everyone back from their moment of stupor.

Xia Yong looked at Lin Feng and thought that with the way the shooting had just gone, how could there possibly be a good score? This round was already a certain loss, and yet he’s asking for the score to be called—completely clueless, he thought. But since Lin Feng was so determined to embarrass himself, let him be embarrassed.

With this in mind, Xia Yong walked over to the scoring machine with a smile, ready to read out the numbers that would bring embarrassment to Lin Feng. But things didn’t turn out the way he expected, because as soon as Xia Yong saw the numbers on the scoring machine, his jaw dropped and he was rendered speechless. This... this... this can’t be possible!

"Call the score!" Lin Feng, seeing Xia Yong dumbstruck, called out again, prompting Xia Yong to announce the score.

"3...300 points!" Xia Yong was brought back to his senses by Lin Feng’s calling and, with a feeling of inevitability, voiced the astonishing figure that left everyone in shock. Looking at Lin Feng, he had an expression as if he had seen a ghost. He... he’s the regimental commander’s disciple, how... how could he be this phenomenal! This...

By now, Xia Yong didn’t know how to express the shock in his heart, for the events unfolding before him made all soldiers disbelieving. No one could believe that a person could fire off a magazine of 30 bullets in one go, hitting all 10 rings. This... this was simply unthinkable. Anyone knew that when firing a gun, there would be recoil, and after being slowed down by the shoulder, an upward force would be generated, causing the muzzle to constantly drift upward, which meant any shooter’s shots would naturally follow an ascending trajectory.

So in regular shooting, anyone who can hit the 10 ring with two consecutive shots is already considered exceedingly skilled. But... but Lin Feng in front of them had fired 29 consecutive shots, hitting all 10 rings. Such an achievement was truly sensational and unfathomable. He... how did he do it? If one didn’t witness it with their own eyes, they would never believe that there is someone in the world capable of such an exaggerated feat. This was definitely not something a normal person could achieve...

Now Xia Yong realized why Lin Feng had that expression at the beginning when facing their team. Their Spear Team, which took pride in its marksmanship, was nothing but a joke in front of Lin Feng. Not to mention hitting 29 consecutive shots, even hitting three consecutive 10 rings, as far as anyone knew, was only within Zhou Dao’s capability, and even he couldn’t do it every time. Heaven! How could the commander’s disciple be so remarkable? His marksmanship would be undefeated within the entire military and even invincible in the world...

Looking at Lin Feng, Xia Yong’s mind was utterly devoid of the contempt he had felt earlier. Regardless of anything else, just his extraordinary shooting technique alone merited the respect of all soldiers. Now he was even more eager to see what Lin Feng would do in the subsequent competition...

"Not bad, I didn’t embarrass myself," Lin Feng, hearing Xia Yong finish calling the score, casually placed his gun on the ground and commented nonchalantly, finding the result as he had expected, with nothing surprising to him.

points!

My God!

Is this real or fake?

How is this possible... how is this possible!

...

Members of the Spear Team, now seeing such a score, were stunned into stillness, their mouths gaping wide open, unable to believe it was true. How could there be such an incredible marksman in the world, who in one breath shot 29 bullets, and including the initial test shot, achieved a miraculous score of 300 points? This... is he even human?

Let alone having seen such a thing, they hadn’t even heard of a shooter in the world who could achieve all shots in the 10 ring. He... how did he do it? Such otherworldly shooting skills simply left one at a loss for words to describe his wonder. Lin Feng... the commander’s disciple... how did he... how did he...

Earlier, everyone was brimming with confidence, thinking that Spear King Zhou Dao would surely win this round. A score of 299 points with 30 bullets in 20 seconds was already a superhuman achievement. But compared to Lin Feng, Zhou Dao looked like a preschool child, not even in the same league. Lin Feng, how did he do it?

Yes, this disciple truly was quietly impressive, but when he made a move, it was startling. How can he be so provocative!

Shang Yi, looking at Lin Feng, was also at a loss for words. He knew his disciple was sure to win; Lin Feng, as the direct disciple of the master, wouldn’t act without certainty. But he never expected the disciple to win in such a manner. Such shooting technique, forget about the entire military, wasn’t even certain if there was a second person in the world capable of achieving it. It was an achievement so staggering that it was beyond most people’s comprehension!

Don’t say, my junior fellow disciple’s method is indeed quite unusual, and such a method really is beyond imagination. An ordinary person would have no idea where the gun would have drifted to while standing and pulling the trigger, but my senior fellow disciple can hold the gun body steady, not allowing it to deviate in the slightest; such strength and power are excessively exaggerated.

Shang Yi now feels an immense surprise towards Lin Feng, this junior fellow disciple. If he’s not mistaken, the junior’s strength must have reached an unbelievable realm; otherwise, it would not be possible to do such things. From this perspective, the junior is undoubtedly far more formidable than him. If it were him, he estimates that being able to control 10 bullets without deviation would be quite an achievement. The junior and he are simply not on the same level—no wonder he is the master’s direct disciple!

Zhang Wenhua was completely stunned by the scene before him; who exactly is the senior’s junior fellow disciple? This is against the heavens. There is not a second person in the entire army like this—one can understand now why the senior was so eager to pick him up from the airport. Zhang Wenhua has already run out of ways to describe this young man named Lin Feng. These are not feats a human could achieve—no wonder he said he was heading to the Golden Triangle. With such skills, he wouldn’t be in danger anywhere; this is just too monstrous, too monstrous...

"I give up on the moving target, I admit defeat!" Zhou Dao, who was full of confidence just a moment ago, now has his confidence shattered completely by Lin Feng’s 30 bullets. This isn’t shooting anymore, this technique has transcended the realm of shooting. Zhou Dao now understands that Lin Feng is truly an incredibly exceptional master; being able to do such things only proves that his strength has reached an unimaginable level. Controlling any vibration of the gun, such strength is unimaginable for ordinary people...

Under such circumstances, Spear King Zhou Dao knows that he is not even on the same level as Lin Feng, and continuing the competition would only bring him more embarrassment. It’s better to concede defeat proactively; although it feels unpleasant, facts are facts. Zhou Dao has accepted it, but now another thought has emerged in his mind—he must find a way to become Lin Feng’s disciple. As long as he could learn the unparalleled shooting skills, he would do anything. Besides, Lin Feng is indeed such a strong person; it’s not shameful to become a disciple to such a powerful figure!

"How do you play with the moving target?" Seeing Zhou Dao concede, Lin Feng didn’t say much, but the recent magazine of bullets had piqued his interest, so he asked.

"A single target is pulled by a machine, crossing a distance of 20 meters within 5 seconds, and bullets that hit the target are counted," Xia Yong naturally explained to Lin Feng when he heard the question. However, this speed was the shooting standard for their scout squad; the normal standard was 20 meters in 10 seconds. Xia Yong didn’t understand why Lin Feng was asking this and looked at him doubtfully after explaining.

"Give me a magazine; I want to try the moving target," Lin Feng’s playful spirit rose. He picked up the gun from the ground, stretched out his hand for a magazine from Xia Yong, loaded the gun, and chambered a round, feeling quite good about it.

"Alright, release the target," Lin Feng said, ready for Xia Yong to let the target go.

When Xia Yong heard Lin Feng wanted to try for himself, he didn’t care about the rest and released the moving target as Lin Feng requested. However, he was also beating the drum in his heart, wondering what surprise Lin Feng would give them this time.

"Swish!"

The moving target flew swiftly past the front target stand.

But just as the target started moving, Lin Feng raised the gun without any warning and, just like before, fired all 30 bullets in one go.

"Dadadadada..."

By the time Lin Feng had finished shooting, the moving target had only just reached the end point.

After finishing, Lin Feng placed the gun on the ground and walked over to Shang Yi, smiling faintly.

"Big brother, how was that?" Lin Feng spoke softly to Shang Yi. He actually wanted to ask if big brother was satisfied with the outcome but thought it might be better not to speak too plainly.

"Very good, worthy of being my junior fellow disciple, much stronger than me. However, we still need to give them a bit of a hammering," Shang Yi said as he looked at his junior, unable to hide the smile on his face. He thought this junior was really fierce, wanting to stimulate the scout squad a bit; he didn’t expect him to go all out and leave them with no face. It’s all good though—this would reignite their fighting spirit.

While Lin Feng and Shang Yi were chatting, the members of the scout squad couldn’t hold back any longer; they rushed to the targeting machine, curious about Lin Feng’s shooting results. But upon seeing them, they felt even more defeated, for the results were something these professional soldiers couldn’t even dream of; a civilian had achieved such a score.

On the targeting machine, it displayed 30 hits, meaning all 30 bullets had hit the target. With the preceding events, these people were unsurprised by the 30 hits; what was shocking was the bullet impact points on the target picture—astonishingly magical, leaving everyone dumbfounded. The 30 bullets drew a pentagonal star on the target, and what was even more exaggerated was that the bullets were equidistant from each other, as if drawn with a ruler. Is... Is this really made by bullets? How could Lin Feng do something so monstrous!