Listening to the countdown, Lin Xinghai took a deep breath, slowly composing himself.
Just then, after starting the program, Zhuang Qiao ca to his side and gave him so final instructions. "The entire test program has seven stages. Each stage will present 100 moving targets. Hitting all 100 moving targets clears the stage."
"Of course, mistakes are allowed in the shooting challenge, but you can’t have more than three cumulative misses. In other words, if you fail to hit three moving targets, you will be declared to have failed."
"In the middle of each stage, after the 50th moving target, there will be a five-second pause for you to change your magazine."
"Finally, to ensure the authenticity and fairness of this challenge, the entire process will be recorded in high definition."
Lin Xinghai nodded to show he understood.
At the sa ti, he noticed a light screen projected to his right, displaying his information.
Challenger: Lin Xinghai
Stage Progress: Stage 1: 0%
Provisional Rank: 5276
There was also a simple progress bar at the very bottom.
Lin Xinghai was slightly surprised when he saw the provisional rank. It ant at least 5,276 people had attempted the shooting leaderboard challenge.
Lin Xinghai’s first thought was: ’The rcenary Guild is really raking it in!’
Although among these 5,000-plus people, so certainly didn’t have to pay the fee, their numbers probably weren’t very high.
In the Early Stage, when there were fewer people, it might have been relatively easy to get into the top 100. But as more and more people took the challenge, it would definitely get harder.
’Out of these 5,000-plus people, let’s assu 3,000 paid the 1,000-Point challenge fee. That ans the rcenary Guild would have earned 3 million Points.’
Besides, Lin Xinghai had a feeling the actual number was far greater.
"10, 9, 8... 3, 2, 1, begin!"
As the system countdown ended, a tennis ball flew out from the firing port above.
BANG!
It was hit just as it reached the halfway point.
Then the second, third... and tenth tennis balls flew out in succession.
But without exception, every single one was hit.
At first, Ling Xiu and the others didn’t think much of it, but gradually, looks of astonishnt appeared on their faces.
They weren’t surprised that Lin Xinghai could hit the tennis balls.
What surprised them was that every single ti, the tennis balls were only hit when they had fallen to the absolute center.
It was this effortlessness that amazed them.
As the number of launched tennis balls increased, their speed also gradually picked up.
In the beginning, each tennis ball had two seconds of airti from launch until it hit the ground.
But this ti was shortening. It had already gone from two seconds to 1.5 seconds and was continuing to decrease.
On top of that, the three-second interval between each launched ball, which gave the challenger ti to adjust, was also shrinking.
But even so, Lin Xinghai remained just as nonchalant, always waiting until the tennis ball was about to fall to the center before calmly piercing it with a bullet.
Ling Xiu and the others even had the illusion that Lin Xinghai’s shooting seed to follow a certain rhythm, creating an almost beautiful feeling.
They only snapped out of it when Lin Xinghai stopped to change his magazine at the midpoint of Stage 1.
Lin Xinghai’s Basic Level Shooting Skill was an all-around improvent, which of course included changing magazines.
The entire process, from removing the magazine to loading a new one, took less than two seconds.
The remaining ti was enough for Lin Xinghai to glance at his rank on the light screen.
His provisional rank had already jumped to 3158.
"Tsk! I’ve already passed 2,000 people in just half a stage?" Lin Xinghai couldn’t help but exclaim.
But on second thought, it wasn’t that strange.
They were shooting at high-speed moving tennis balls from 100 ters away, which was an extrely difficult task in itself.
Moreover, this wasn’t just one or two shots, or even eight or ten. It required at least 47 consecutive hits to get to this point.
Anyone who could do that could indeed be said to have excellent Gun Technique.
Before the apocalypse, in the era without the Optimized, such a person could even be called a Soldier King without exaggeration.
As the five-second magazine change ti ended, tennis balls began launching from the firing port again.
Lin Xinghai, however, maintained his rhythm, piercing them one by one.
His perfect control of the rhythm continued until the end of Stage 1.
At that point, Lin Xinghai checked his provisional rank: 1132.
"Mr. Lin, congratulations on passing Stage 1. Please, have a seat."
"You now have a 10-minute break. Is there anything you’d like to drink or eat? We’ll do our best to provide it for you." At this mont, Zhuang Qiao brought over a chair, her face wreathed in smiles.
Her enthusiastic attitude was more than twice as warm as before.
Although Lin Xinghai’s current rank was still only in the 1000s, anyone who wasn’t a fool could see that he was far from his limit.
After all, Lin Xinghai had been so effortlessly at ease throughout the entire first stage, and more importantly, he hadn’t made a single mistake.
As long as he could maintain this state, getting into the top 100 was practically a sure thing.
"Uh! No thanks, I’m not tired." Lin Xinghai was montarily taken aback by Zhuang Qiao’s enthusiastic attitude.
"Brother Lin, even if you’re not tired, you should maintain your peak condition! I know so massage techniques. How about I massage your arm to help you relax?" Zhang iling stepped forward and said.
This treatnt made Ling Xiu and the others burn with envy. They had been on the sa team as Zhang iling for almost half a year, and she had never treated them like this!
But beyond their envy, they could understand. If the one with the shooting Superpower wasn’t Lin Xinghai but another female rcenary, their attitude would probably be even more enthusiastic than Zhang iling’s.
As for Lin Xinghai, he hadn’t been used to their fervent attitude at first, but once he adjusted, he just felt... comfortable!
So, he decisively began to enjoy Zhang iling’s massage and the various drinks Zhuang Qiao brought him.
When he was a child, after being tricked out of a few lollipops by Uncle Qin, Lin Xinghai had learned a valuable lesson: you’d be an idiot not to take what’s freely offered.
Of course, enjoynt was one thing, but Lin Xinghai had his own principles: don’t initiate, don’t refuse, don’t take responsibility.
Good tis always fly by. In the blink of an eye, the 10 minutes were up, and the Stage 2 challenge was about to begin.
When the one-minute countdown began, Lin Xinghai saw the information on the light screen refresh.
Challenger: Lin Xinghai
Stage Progress: Stage 2: 0%
Provisional Rank: 1132
This information was all normal, but the simple progress bar at the very bottom had now changed.
At the 56% mark on the progress bar, there was a special annotation that read "Rank 100".
Furthermore, as the progress bar advanced, the ranks shown got higher. At the 99% mark, the text read "Rank 76".
"So, you’re saying if my progress in Stage 2 exceeds 56%, I’ll be in the top 100?" Lin Xinghai couldn’t help but ask.
"That’s right! Brother Lin, with your Gun Technique, as long as you don’t make any mistakes, getting into the top 100 is a sure thing." Standing to the side, Ling Xiu finally found a chance to chi in with a cheerful bit of flattery.
Lin Xinghai: "Tsk! This is even easier than I thought!"
Ling Xiu: "..."
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