Mercenary’s War
Chapter 160 - 160 159 Magical Skills

160: Chapter 159: Magical Skills 160: Chapter 159: Magical Skills Gao Yang adjusted his breathing to be as smooth as possible and took his position at the shooting stand.

Now, all the pressure had fallen on Gao Yang’s shoulders: if he hit two out of two, he would win; if he hit only one, it would be a draw; and if he missed both, there was no doubt that he would lose.

Gao Yang had that competitive nature, or rather, a combative one.

It was in critical moments that he performed best.

He might start off a bit nervous, but when truly faced with pressure, he would only do better.

When the clay pigeon thrower launched two targets, Gao Yang fired his shots.

Everything seemed natural, and the result was just as everyone had hoped—both shots were hits.

After Gao Yang put down his gun, the crowd erupted in deafening cheers, especially from Destin, Arthur, and several others who were almost going crazy with excitement.

For those who had been previously wronged by Simon, Gao Yang’s victory meant they saw the dawn of their revenge.

As Gao Yang returned to the group, he received an exceptionally warm welcome, while Simon, with utter disregard, spread his arms and said, “Feel proud, revel in it.

But you won’t be smiling in the next round.

We are moving on to combat shooting, my friends.

Laugh while you can.”

Arthur abruptly turned and said, “No, the next round is still skeet shooting.”

Simon raised a finger and waved it, insisting, “No, no.

We agreed on three competitions, but we never specified the order.

So, I insist that we do combat shooting second.”

Destin replied firmly, “No way.

We proposed that skeet shooting be second, and that’s the order we must follow.

Ram will take you down in the second round; you have no hope of evening the score, Simon.”

Simon still shook his head, just as resolute, “That’s why I must have combat shooting in the second round.”

Gao Yang didn’t really care— he was equally confident about combat shooting.

Thus, he casually said, “It doesn’t matter, let’s do the combat shooting in the second round then.”

Simon immediately clenched his fist and declared, “Fantastic, now the overall score is one to one.

And the last event will be with a Benelli.

My friends, you’re going to lose to me again.”

Gao Yang frowned and replied, “Hey, we haven’t started yet.

Don’t rush to declare victory.”

Gao Yang thought that when it came to shotguns, they were all pretty much the same: combat shooting was much easier than skeet shooting, at least that’s what he believed.

Therefore, Gao Yang didn’t understand why Destin and the others looked like they had already conceded defeat upon hearing that combat shooting was next.

Gao Yang took out his Benelli M4 and put on a vest specially made for shotgun use.

As one of the mainstream military shotguns in the world today, there were plenty of Benelli M4s in the training camp.

Simon casually picked up a Benelli from a row of guns, then gestured invitingly with his hand and said, “Let you go first this time, otherwise you might lose the courage to compete.”

Gao Yang made a disdainful face, then took his position at the edge of the simulated combat shooting range.

The target range for the upcoming competition was designed for combat assault training.

It featured all metal silhouette targets that would fall when hit.

Most of the targets moved or were pop-up targets suddenly appearing from concealment.

To hit more targets, Gao Yang would have to run forward along a path, which would allow him to shoot at more targets.

Once Gao Yang was ready, Arthur, holding a stopwatch, shouted the signal to start, and Gao Yang immediately sprang forward.

As soon as he estimated that the targets were within a thirty-meter range, Gao Yang began firing while running.

Even on the move, he maintained a very high hit rate; each shot was followed by the crisp ring of a metal target falling to the ground.

He hit all seven targets in the magazine, four of which were moving and one was a sudden pop-up target, while only two were simple static targets.

After emptying the seven shots in his gun, Gao Yang had to stop in place and reload.

Once the magazine was filled again, he resumed firing on the move until Arthur shouted for him to stop.

By that time, Gao Yang had just finished his second round of ammunition.

Gao Yang walked back from the shooting range with a slight sense of pride— he had hit all twenty-one shots, and that too while engaging moving targets on the run, a task of high difficulty.

However, seeing Arthur and the others with not a trace of joy on their faces, Gao Yang sensed that something was amiss.

Hill sighed and patted Gao Yang on the shoulder, “Buddy, don’t overthink it.

We can definitely beat him in the third round.

The second round was just to give Simon a breather.

Take it easy; let Simon save face, and we’ll settle things in the third round.”

As Gao Yang was bewildered, Simon smiled at him and said, “Gao, let me show you what real combat shooting is, an exclusive secret technique.

Apart from my comrades and enemies now dead, you guys are the first to witness the miracle that’s about to happen.”

Waving his shotgun, Simon walked to the reset target range and then bent over, gun at the ready.

As soon as Arthur gave the command, Simon immediately dashed forward.

Seeing Simon’s actions, Gao Yang’s eyes nearly popped out in surprise, because after firing just one shot in a standard shooting posture, the left hand holding the shotgun immediately left the weapon, plucking three cartridges from the ammo vest on his chest.

Simon then supported the gun with his right hand, firmly pressed the stock against his shoulder, and controlled the shotgun with just one hand.

Simon ran fast and shot quickly, but most importantly, he continually loaded shells with his left hand.

With only one hand, he managed rapid and precise firing.

Left hand loading, right hand shooting—despite the odd posture, Simon never needed to stop to reload.

He turned a semi-automatic shotgun into a full-auto.

Gao Yang had to admit, he was completely awed by Simon’s technique.

He stared blankly at Simon, muttering to himself, “F**k, what is this!”

Destin also sighed and said, “Did you think we lost to him just because he is good with guns?

Do you think Simon would be challenging people to bets left and right?

Ever since Simon secretly perfected this technique, God knows how many have fallen into his trap.

The worst part is, every time he bets, he includes the condition that his secret must not be revealed, so there’s always someone new falling for it.”

Gao Yang finally understood why Simon was so confident in combat shooting and why he proposed a competition on how many targets could be taken down within a time limit.

If it was just about accuracy, Simon wouldn’t have a guaranteed victory, but when it came to speed, who could match Simon who used a semi-automatic weapon as if it were fully automatic?

Gao Yang let out a sigh, “I should have challenged Simon to a pump-action shotgun competition.”

Destin shook his head, “It’s useless, the speed of a pump-action shotgun would indeed decrease for Simon, but he can still quickly load several rounds in the intervals between shots, maintaining ammo in the shotgun.

Can you do that?

So, with a pump-action shotgun, Simon’s speed is still faster.”

The minute was up quickly.

Simon hit fifty-two targets.

When Simon returned from the range, he boasted triumphantly, “Ah ha, friends, seeing this secret technique again, don’t you feel excited?”

Arthur said indignantly, “Enough, Simon, we’ve had it with your damn secret technique.

You’re going to lose the third round.”

Simon slapped his gun, “No problem, we’re using this for the third round, not some old double-barrel shotgun.

Even if it isn’t a rapid-fire contest, I’m still the Winner.”

Gao Yang approached Simon, cleared his throat, and with a chuckle, said, “Simon, we’re friends, right?”

“Of course, I can confirm that we are indeed friends.”

“I have to admit that I’m no match for you in combat shooting, especially rapid-fire.

You won this round, my congratulations.

But friends don’t keep secrets from each other, right?

So, you have to teach me this technique, Simon.

Teach me, please.”

“That’s something to consider, but whether I’ll teach you ultimately depends on my mood.

First, let me tell you some good news.

I’m going on vacation, three months, and I plan to spend the entire three months right here.

So, if I’m in a good mood, maybe I can teach you this technique during these three months.

But if I’m upset, say, I lose a bet and have to run naked, then my mood will certainly be awful.

I might cancel my vacation and return to the US with the boss.

Well, let me think about it.”

Upon hearing Simon’s words, Morgan immediately shouted, “Gao, I’ve decided to give Simon half a year’s vacation, with no need to postpone it.”

Destin also shouted loudly, “Don’t be fooled by the cunning Simon, Gao.

Don’t hold back.

If Simon doesn’t want to teach you, he wouldn’t be showing you his secret technique.

So don’t be intimidated by his threats.

Since he’s willing to compete against you, he’s intending to teach you anyway.”

Simon shrugged and said, “You got me.

Alright, just joking.

I actually look forward to a fair final match, Gao.

Bring your best, so when you lose miserably to me, it’ll feel even better.”

Gao Yang nodded, raising his voice, “Alright, a fair decision it is.

We’ll each use a clay pigeon thrower, shoot at the same time, both of us taking on seventy clay pigeons to see who hits more.

Let’s go.”

Arthur waved his fist in the air, shouting loudly, “A shooting marathon is here to reveal your true strength.

Ram, take down Simon, avenge our grudges!” (To be continued.

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