Chapter 112: Sayonara, Goodbye to You
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Since Murong Jing had spoken, Lin Xiao naturally couldn't back down. He stepped forward without hesitation.
Murong Jing wasn't sure how much Lin Xiao actually knew about firearms, so he picked up a rifle and disassembled it right in front of him.
In an instant, Murong Jing had the rifle completely stripped down.
He placed all the parts on the table and made a "go ahead" gesture toward Lin Xiao.
Lin Xiao understood why Murong Jing was doing this—he wanted to gauge how much Lin Xiao really knew about guns.
Without wasting words, Lin Xiao walked up to the table and rapidly reassembled the rifle.
The time it took was about the same as Murong Jing's.
Murong Jing's expression shifted. Someone who worked with guns year-round like him knew that disassembly and assembly were two different things. Assembly should be slower than disassembly, yet Lin Xiao's assembly time matched his disassembly time. In that regard, Murong Jing had already lost.
This also made him drop his dismissive attitude toward Lin Xiao.
"Kid, not bad. Looks like challenging me wasn't just empty talk after all."
"Just average, third best in the world!"
"Fine, fine. Since that's the case, tell me—how do you want to compete?"
"You're the instructor, you decide. I'm good with anything."
Murong Jing didn't know whether to call Lin Xiao confident or arrogant.
The reason he let Lin Xiao choose the method of competition was that he didn't want to take advantage of him—he wanted Lin Xiao to pick whatever he excelled at most.
He never expected Lin Xiao to kick the ball right back.
"Alright, since that's how it is, we'll start with fixed targets. Empty your magazines, and we'll see whose score is higher."
"No problem!"
The rules were set, and the rest was simple.
The two stood several meters apart, each holding a rifle.
Xu Jingyi was appointed as the temporary referee by Murong Jing. At the command, the competition began. Both raised their guns swiftly, movements agile and practiced.
The first gunshot broke the silence—both fired almost simultaneously. Though there were two guns, only a single sound rang out.
Bullets howled through the air, flying precisely toward their targets.
After that, they fired in alternating rhythm, gunshots rising and falling, shell casings leaping continuously like sparks dancing through the air.
Both were exceptionally skilled marksmen, each shot displaying remarkable accuracy and stability.
Murong Jing used a controlled burst-fire approach, which helped maintain higher precision and made it easier to manage his shooting rhythm and aim.
Lin Xiao, on the other hand, went straight for full-auto spraying, pulling the trigger at breakneck speed and sending out a torrent of bullets.
Although Murong Jing hadn't been paying much attention to Lin Xiao's side, he could still hear the gunfire coming from over there.
A smile quickly spread across his face. Lin Xiao was still too young after all.
How could you use full-auto spray on a fixed target? The drawback of spraying was relatively lower accuracy—rapid fire made it nearly impossible to guarantee every bullet would hit its mark.
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Looks like this match was his to win!
By the time Lin Xiao emptied his magazine, Murong Jing hadn't even finished half of his.
Murong Jing wasn't in a rush. He continued firing at his own pace.
Only after he'd also emptied his magazine did he look over at Lin Xiao.
"I thought you'd actually trained with guns before, but you don't even know this basic principle. Choosing to spray—don't you know the disadvantages?"
Lin Xiao didn't confirm or deny. Since he'd chosen to spray, he obviously had the confidence to back it up.
"Instructor, the scores haven't even been announced yet. Aren't you a little too confident?"
Murong Jing laughed. This kid was still being stubborn.
Fine, then. Let him see the gap between them clearly.
"Call the scores!"
Two students immediately ran toward the targets.
Murong Jing's target was reported first.
"Instructor Murong: all thirty rounds hit the bullseye!"
All the students immediately burst into applause for Murong Jing. Hitting the bullseye every single time seemed absolutely incredible to them.
Murong Jing remained unmoved. As the gun king of the military district, if he'd made a mistake on a fixed target, he might as well go headbutt a block of tofu and die.
But he couldn't help wondering—why was Lin Xiao still so calm even after his score had been announced?
Could it be...
No way, right?
Why did he have a bad feeling about this?
"Continue reporting the scores!"
The student inspecting Lin Xiao's target was staring at it with a look of utter shock. He even examined the area around the target for a long while.
Seeing this, Murong Jing's face broke into a smile again. Had Lin Xiao missed?
"Instructor, Lin Xiao also hit the bullseye with all thirty rounds!"
The students all let out exclamations of surprise. When Murong Jing hit the bullseye every time, it was impressive, but they just figured the instructor was really skilled.
Lin Xiao was different—he was a student just like them. How could he possibly be this good?
"Impossible! Bring me both targets!"
Murong Jing wasn't a novice. With that kind of rapid spraying, there was no way every bullet hit the bullseye. That was ridiculous.
Hearing Murong Jing's order, the two students didn't waste any words and carried both targets over.
The moment he saw the targets, Murong Jing felt awful.
His own target had every shot in the bullseye, sure, but each one had some deviation. The bullseye area was riddled with holes. Lin Xiao, however, seemed to have placed every single shot in the exact same spot.
In the bullseye position, there was only one small hole.
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The student who had inspected Lin Xiao's target couldn't help chiming in.
"Instructor, I know what you're thinking. I checked all around the target, and there's no trace of any missed shots. In other words, every bullet Lin Xiao fired hit that exact spot."
Murong Jing looked at Lin Xiao in disbelief.
"Can you tell me how you did it? How did you maintain such accuracy with full-auto spray?"
Lin Xiao scratched his head.
"Instructor, it's not that I don't want to teach you—it's that my ability is connected to my eyes. So even if I taught you the method, you wouldn't be able to replicate it. I might have the edge in this round, but in the end, our scores are the same. If you're not convinced, we can compete in something else until a winner is decided."
Murong Jing was taken aback. He hadn't expected Lin Xiao to say something like that—it was practically saving face for him.
As Lin Xiao had said, their scores were identical. But whether it came to precision or speed of fire, he had been thoroughly dominated by Lin Xiao.
"Enough. It's not like I can't take a loss. You win!"
Murong Jing conceded with genuine respect. From Lin Xiao's performance, he already knew that in marksmanship, he could never be Lin Xiao's match.
Continuing the competition would only mean more humiliation for him.
Admitting defeat outright was the smarter choice.
Seeing Murong Jing concede voluntarily, the students couldn't help cheering for Lin Xiao.
Especially the Three Pests of the Capital—they looked even more excited than if they'd won the match themselves.
"Holy shit! Brother Xiao is a beast!"
"From today on, you're my idol."
"Ah~! So handsome! I want to have your babies."
...
Lin Xiao waved casually at the students.
"Just basic moves, don't make a fuss! Instructor, does our bet from before still count?"
"Naturally. From now on, you're exempt from military training, and your training score is full marks. Honestly, I feel like you should join the military."
"The military's too tiring. I'm a lazy person—it's not for me. Since I won, Instructor, I'll be on my way. Toodle-oo!"
Under Murong Jing's stunned gaze, Lin Xiao hightailed it out of there without the slightest hesitation.
Not a hint of reluctance, nor a shred of longing.
Murong Jing: (*?????)
Hey hey hey! Do you have to leave that fast?!
Do I not deserve any respect here?!
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