37: Chapter 37: Amazingly Great Power 37: Chapter 37: Amazingly Great Power After witnessing firsthand that the stat keeper was telling the truth, the expressions on the faces of Ye Dongjian, Wu Kunming, and Lin Zhonghu were priceless.
Then, Ye Dongjian burst into hearty laughter and said, “Hei Xiong, now you know what a true sharpshooter is, right?
That Four-eyes Toad of yours is simply no match for Chenfeng.
Chenfeng’s shooting skills were trained by .”
Lin Zhonghu’s head was filled with black lines.
While others might not be aware, he was all too clear that Ye Chenfeng’s miraculous marksmanship had nothing to do with Ye Dongjian—if that had been the case, Ye Dongjian would have had Chenfeng go first.
So, even Ye Dongjian had been unaware of how good Chenfeng’s marksmanship was before this.
Wu Kunming’s face was full of intense confusion.
Wasn’t Chenfeng supposed to be suffering from a panic disorder?
So how could his marksmanship be this good?
Hitting a coin from a hundred ters away with four consecutive shots was definitely not a case of a blind cat lucking out and catching a dead rat.
“I really didn’t expect Chenfeng’s marksmanship to be this good.
I’ll definitely have to get him to co train those bunny kids of mine when I have the chance,” Wu Kunming said, his eyes shining.
A marksman like Chenfeng was a rare find.
The Four-eyes Toad just now had been the best shooter under his command.
If Chenfeng could give so guidance, perhaps soone as impressive as Chenfeng could erge among his own n!
“I admit defeat in the first round of shooting,” Wu Kunming said generously, his mind entirely focused on Chenfeng.
“Hei Xiong, you lost this round fair and square.
Didn’t you see whose nephew Chenfeng is?
Your n are nothing but small fry in front of him,” Ye Dongjian said, feeling extrely elated.
After so many years, he had finally had a chance to hold his head high in front of Wu Kunming.
However, he was equally perplexed.
Why was Chenfeng’s marksmanship so good?
In his mory, his nephew had never even touched a gun before!
Could there really be such a thing as a natural talent in this world?
But marksmanship wasn’t sothing that could be attained simply through talent—it required day after day of accumulated training to reach the peak of shooting.
So how could Chenfeng be so skilled at it?
How could this be explained?
“It seems this kid has quite a few secrets.
If I had known his shooting was this good, I would have insisted on having him help train my shooting departnt,” Ye Dongjian thought to himself, unwittingly sharing the sa thoughts as Wu Kunming.
The next round of the competition was the throwing event.
Ye Dongjian led everyone away from the shooting area to a more open space.
Along the way, he asked Chenfeng if he was also skilled at throwing.
Throwing, to put it plainly, was a contest of strength.
With Chenfeng’s current Second Level Peak Soul Force, his strength wouldn’t fall short.
Therefore, he decided to take on all three rounds of today’s competition—a chance to make his uncle proud!
This ti, Ye Dongjian let Wu Kunming’s n go first.
Wu Kunming’s representative was a tall and burly soldier, his muscles so defined that even his uniform couldn’t conceal them; he certainly looked like a man of explosive power.
The shot put used for the throw weighed a full fifty pounds, over three tis heavier than the balls used in standard competitions.
It was very challenging for an average person to even pick up a fifty-pound shot put with one hand, let alone throw it.
The tall and robust soldier picked up the prepared shot put with his right hand and took a deep breath.
Lifting the ball over his shoulder, his arm muscles beca even more prominent.
With a fierce grunt, he hurled the hefty shot put into the air.
The fifty-pound shot put traced a beautiful arc through the air before landing on the ground, like a cannonball.
After asuring the distance, the stat keeper approached Ye Dongjian and the others with a deeply shocked expression and said, “Instructor Ye, the throw distance is fifty ters.”
Being able to throw a 50-pound shot put 50 ters far definitely qualifies one as a strongman, Ye Dongjian glanced at Ye Chenfeng’s slight fra and couldn’t help but worry.
But even if he lost this round, wasn’t there the last round of combat still?
Now that Ye Dongjian had already won the shooting, he believed that Chenfeng was certain to win in hand-to-hand combat.
“What?
Chenfeng is up for this round too?” Wu Kunming asked doubtfully.
Throwing is not like shooting—it’s entirely dependent on the explosive power bursting forth from one’s body in an instant.
Ye Chenfeng, with his unimposing stature, doesn’t look like soone with explosive power at all.
“The capable should do more!
My nephew is a versatile genius.
Looks can be deceiving, and the sea’s depth cannot be asured.
Haven’t you ever heard this saying, Big Hei Xiong?” When Ye Dongjian said this, he was actually nervous inside, but he would never show weakness in front of Wu Kunming.
Ye Chenfeng raised his Soul Force to the Second Level Peak and with his right palm, he lifted the 50-pound lead ball.
With his current level of Soul Force, he was certain he could win this throwing competition.
His right palm suddenly pushed forward with force, and a strong wave surrounded the shot put.
The trajectory of the shot put Ye Chenfeng threw was very unusual—normally, shot puts follow a curved trajectory, but the one Ye Chenfeng threw flew out in a straight line.
The shot put thrown by Ye Chenfeng quickly passed the distance the previous soldier had achieved, and it showed no signs of stopping.
After steadily advancing another twenty or thirty ters, the lead ball finally fell heavily to the ground.
Although the exact distance wasn’t known, there was no need for a scorer to co over and announce the results—the people present all knew that Ye Chenfeng had won this round of the shot put competition.
If the height and stature of the previous soldier’s results had shocked the scorer, then Ye Chenfeng’s results nearly made him wet his pants.
Was this still a human?
Not only was his marksmanship perfect, but also the explosive power within his body was incredibly strong.
The scorer reported Ye Chenfeng’s results, trembling, “Eighty ters, a full thirty ters farther than the previous soldier.”
Wu Kunming narrowed his eyes aningfully as he stared at Ye Chenfeng.
He couldn’t understand how a man with an anxiety disorder had beco a sharpshooter, and possessed such astonishing explosive strength within his body.
If he could recruit such talent into his military region, the strength would surely increase by a great margin.
“It seems I’ve won today?
You must be thoroughly convinced by your loss, Big Hei Xiong?” Ye Dongjian said, filled with excitent.
Wu Kunming knew Ye Dongjian only too well; he was sure that Ye Chenfeng wasn’t cultivated by Dongjian, so then…
With a mind full of intense curiosity, Wu Kunming looked at Ye Chenfeng and asked, “Chenfeng, are you interested in developing your career in the Capital Military Region?
I’ll make you a major general.”
With talent like Ye Chenfeng’s, there was no better ti to seize the opportunity.
Wu Kunming was determined to recruit Ye Chenfeng to his military region.
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