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Chapter 383 - 384: Men Should Aim More Accurately

Chapter 383: Chapter 384: Men Should Aim More Accurately

"You’re ruthless!"

Facing Qin Tian’s arrogant momentum, Li Wenkai had no choice but to admit defeat; there was nothing he could do. Having been badly beaten by Qin Tian in his strongest freestyle event, he really had no grounds to challenge Qin Tian now.

"This is too much! Qin Tian, if you have the guts, try competing with me in darts and shooting!"

Song Zhe, who had been holding back until now, finally couldn’t stand it any longer and stepped forward as he saw Qin Tian becoming arrogant.

"It’s just a lucky win in swimming, and you’re getting cocky. If I don’t put you in your place, you really think you can start a dye workshop, huh."

Song Zhe stood before Qin Tian with his hands behind his back, sneering, "See that? Over there by the swimming area is the shooting range and the place for playing darts. I’m very familiar with this place; I often play shooting and darts. I’m not saying I’m great, but compared to you, heh, I can at least throw you off by a whole street! Sorry, this isn’t bragging, this is a fact."

Damn, where does this guy get his courage from?

Seeing that confident, yet arrogant expression on Song Zhe’s face as he looked at him, Qin Tian was momentarily at a loss for words.

Fools appear every year, but this year in particular!

No sooner had one left than another popped up!

"Sorry, but you’re blowing your own horn too much."

In front of everyone, Qin Tian also directly dissed Song Zhe without giving him any face. This guy with the black-framed glasses didn’t look like a good bird, and Qin Tian just couldn’t stand him.

"Fine, you want to compete, don’t you? You lead the way, you set the rules—I’ll keep you company to the end today!" Qin Tian accepted the challenge head-on.

"Wow!"

"Wow!"

"Cool!"

"This Qin Tian is really domineering!"

"Indeed, so confident. Song Zhe is a well-known shooter at Wanquan Villa. Whether it’s shooting or unconventional competition, he plays very well."

"This is going to be a good show. It seems like a lot of people are targeting Qin Tian."

The onlookers didn’t have much of an impression of Qin Tian at first, but after seeing him easily defeat Li Wenkai in the swimming competition, they now had a good impression of him.

Furthermore, many people who knew Ma Rong were aware of the personalities of Ma Rong, Yao Chugui, and their group. They were an exclusive clique, difficult to get along with, and had even attacked many people before. Thus, quite a few people were secretly rooting for Qin Tian in their hearts.

"Hmph, Qin Tian, you might be good at swimming, but if you compete with me in shooting, I’m going to make you feel embarrassed!"

When everyone arrived at the shooting range, Song Zhe, having changed into professional gear, taunted Qin Tian in a low voice.

"Really? I can only tell you that you don’t have the guts to compete with me in swimming, and after this shooting match, you won’t dare to compete with me again!"

The two exchanged taunts and, having prepared their pistols, proceeded to the shooting stations.

This was a 10-meter pistol shooting range, with the onlookers standing two meters behind in silence.

Song Zhe then raised his pistol and began to aim at the target.

It had been agreed in advance that both would fire five bullets each, and the best score would win.

When Song Zhe fired his first bullet, Qin Tian was still meditating with his eyes closed.

"9.0 ring!"

As Song Zhe’s first shot rang out, the crowd watched with bated breath—9 rings, a very good score in non-professional shooting competitions.

"Haha, Song Zhe scored 9 rings. Look at Qin Tian, still closing his eyes, sleeping... Does he not know how, or is he just showing off..."

"Who cares? Once Old Song has fired his five bullets, if Qin Tian can’t beat that, he loses! Whatever he’s doing now is useless!"

Yao Chugui and Ma Rong whispered among themselves.

Meanwhile, Song Zhe had already fired his second and third shots while the two women were still whispering.

9.1 ring!

9.1 rings!

Again, these were impressive scores. Since the bullseye is 10 rings, Song Zhe’s scores with three shots were good enough to cause concern for Qin Tian.

Pleased with his results, Song Zhe glanced at Qin Tian, who was still sitting with headphones on and eyes closed, and sneered proudly.

As long as his last two shots were above 9 rings, he believed that even if The Buddha came down to help, Qin Tian couldn’t win against him.

Bang!

The fourth shot, 9.2 rings!

Oh!

The crowd exclaimed in surprise.

Following that, Song Zhe raised his pistol, ready to make his fifth shot.

However, just at that moment, before Song Zhe’s fifth shot was fired, Qin Tian suddenly opened his eyes, startling everyone.

The shocker was still to come—

Bang bang bang bang bang!

Qin Tian instantly raised his hand, aimed, and fired, one smooth sequence! Five shots fired in quick succession!

The whole process took just three seconds!

When Qin Tian completed his five shots in an instant, Song Zhe’s fifth shot also went out, scoring 9.1 rings!

That was a score he hardly ever achieved in practice; Song Zhe smiled confidently upon seeing it.

However, as soon as Song Zhe took off his ear protection, his smile instantly froze.

"Ten rings!"

"My god, five ten-rings!"

"This Qin Tian is too abnormal, isn’t he? Five shots in three seconds, and he hit the bullseye every time?!"

"This... even professional shooters aren’t this accurate, tsk tsk... If he went to the Olympics, the gold medal would surely be his."

Hearing the astonished chatter of the people behind him, Song Zhe turned deathly pale.

All ten rings for Qin Tian’s five shots, how could this be possible?!

"Young man, you’re still too young." At this point, Qin Tian handed over his equipment to the approaching range staff and walked up to Song Zhe, taunting in a low voice, "As a man, if you’re going to shoot, shoot accurately. With your accuracy, heh, I doubt Ma Rong will be very satisfied tonight, right?"

"Huff huff..."

Song Zhe was so enraged by Qin Tian that he took deep breaths, his face red and ears steaming.

"This isn’t over between us!"

Song Zhe glared at Qin Tian fiercely before heading straight to the nearby dart area, saying, "I still want to compete with you in darts. If you have the guts, win against me there! Otherwise, apologize for humiliating me just now!"

At this moment, Song Zhe really lost his temper.

"You want to continue? If there were a bet, you’d lose even your underwear if this kept up."

Qin Tian walked over confidently, a toothpick appearing in his hand, and casually arrived by Song Zhe’s side, saying, "Hey neighbor Song, I’ve been playing this since I was a kid, are you sure you want to compete with me?"

Song Zhe had already picked up a dart, took aim, and said seriously, "Let’s do it. One throw to settle the winner, do you dare?"

Whoosh!

Just as Song Zhe was speaking and turned to look at Qin Tian, Qin Tian suddenly reached out, snatched the dart from Song Zhe’s hand, and casually threw it forward!

Thud!

From meters away, there was a crisp sound at the bullseye, followed by the sound of the crowd gasping in shock—

Sss!

Ten rings!

A casual throw and it was a bullseye ten-ring!

The crowd was dumbfounded.

"If you think this is just a simple ten-ring, you’re greatly mistaken. If any friend could help me pull out this dart, I have a surprise for you."

Just as the crowd was shocked and speechless, Qin Tian’s words left them even more dumbfounded.

This is not just a simple ten-ring?

Could there be a score better than ten rings?

What the hell was Qin Tian up to?!

[End of the third installment!]