Chapter 57
His words made everyone's heart raced.
Fang Hong rubbed his face that was stiff from astonishment, then walked over and explained, "Our guns are all specially manufactured. Accuracy is not an issue."
Ye Lingchen shook his head, then carefully inspected the crosshair. After that, he started fidgeting with it.
Everyone was flabbergasted.
From the crosshairs, a speck of rust came off. The rust was very small but sufficient to block off a part of the crosshair's field of vision and affect the accuracy.
'This…' Fang Hong was stunned. That attention to detail and observation skill was not normal. Even he would not have discovered it.
Ye Lingchen was finally satisfied and nodded, "Now this is much better. Let me try again."
Having said that, he reloaded in a practiced manner and aimed.
Bang, bang, bang!
Another ten consecutive gunshots.
Everyone stood perfectly still on the spot, waiting for the score to be displayed on the screen.
[Ye Lingchen. Ten 10-point rings. Total score of 100.]
The crowd's mouth dried up. They could only feel numbness in their heart. At that moment, they were at a loss on what expressions or words to express their inner feelings.
Wu Yue stared at that impossible score with his whole body shaking. Again with a thump, he knelt on the floor, tears flowing out in torrents.
Countless words merged into a single lamentation, "F*ck, this is f*cking crazy!"
"Brother Ye, did you really learn this from me?"
Lin Ao was dumbfounded as well. He had begun to suspect if his superpower was to educate others.
"That's right." Ye Lingchen nodded honestly.
"Why do I feel like you're just toying with me?" Lin Ao looked at Ye Lingchen suspiciously.
Ye Lingchen immediately shook his head, rea.s.suring him, "Definitely not!"
...
The third training session was to practice Martial Fist.
The Warrior's Department was no doubt very powerful.
Hence, the Martial Fist that was taught to all martial artists was a collection of specialty from many schools.
Rumor has it that Martial Fist incorporated various moves from ancient Chinese martial arts. It was then studied by over a hundred martial arts experts over a year before concluding its creation.
All in all, Martial Fist was easy to practice and is effective in fights. The move sets may be lacking, but in actual combat, it was the most efficient.
Ye Lingchen had never learned Martial Fist before, therefore he just sat and watched from the side.
'Observing Martial Fist, Martial Fist proficiency +1.'
'Observing Martial Fist, Martial Fist proficiency +1.'
'Observing Martial Fist, Martial Fist proficiency +1.'
…
Very quickly, the moves of Martial Fist were all memorized by him. Ye Lingchen was confident that he could perform better than everyone else.
However, to avoid surprising everyone, he chose to lay low and stood at the side and observed them.
If he hurt the feelings of these people right here, that would be a great sin.
At the other end of the training ground, Fang Hong was in a great mood. His stern face showed a rare smile, and that smile did not fade away.
"Lin Ao, you have managed to find a very good seedling for
Lin Ao shook his head with a bitter smile, "Chief Fang, you're being too optimistic. This guy has no interest in becoming a martial artist."
"What?" Fang Hong's eyes widened. "Not only can a martial artist protect the country, but there are also special rights they receive that can help protect loved ones. He doesn't want that?"
"I have tried advising him before, but he claims that he is used to the easy life and does not wish to be tied down," Lin Ao continued, "I too thought he was good martial artist material. That was why I sent him here for you to train during his martial training period."
"Martial training? He's still in school?" It was obvious that Fang Hong did not pay Ye Lingchen much notice previously.
"First-year student at Capital University."
Lin Ao kept silent for a moment, "Furthermore… as I have said before. He's good at fighting. Very good at it!"
"How does he compare to you?"
"I was not his match for even one move!"
Gasp!
Fang Hong gasped a cold breath, his eyes stealthily swept over at Ye Lingchen. He stated firmly, "It's our country's loss if we let this type of person go from the Warrior's Department! I'll think of a way to convince him!"
They performed the Martial Fist for a full three rounds before finally stopping.
By then it was already almost noon. After lunch, they had another hour of break time before the weighted hike training in the afternoon.
However, just as everyone stood still awaiting f.a.g Hong's dismissal, Ye Lingchen who was just sitting by the side stood up suddenly.
His expression was rather gloomy.
Even when he was mocked, his expression was not as ugly.
Both Fang Hong and Lin Ao frowned, not saying anything. They just stood there quietly observing Ye Lingchen.
"Martial artists had always been the pride of the Chinese people. It's the backbone of the entire nation!" Ye Lingchen's face displayed a sternness that was never seen before. "Before I visited this place if someone were to ask me what's a martial artist? I would say that a martial artist is all-powerful!"
"However, just now, I suddenly feel disappointed. Disappointment beyond words!"
Ye Lingchen's voice was not loud, but it managed to garner the attention of this crowd. All of their burning gazes fell upon him, with many of them scowling.
'Disappointed? Why are you disappointed?'
"Right now, if someone were to ask me what is a martial artist? I would say, TRAs.h.!.+ At least that's how you are in my eyes!"
All 15 martial artists there started breathing heavily. Their furious stares locked onto Ye Lingchen, each of their face burning red hot.
Humiliation! Extreme humiliation!
Wu Yue took a step forward, his eyes burning with rage as he stared at Ye Lingchen, shouting furiously, "I'll admit that you are very capable! But that doesn't mean you can humiliate us just like that!"
"Humiliate you? No nono. The one doing the humiliation is you yourselves! You guys don't even deserve my humiliation!"
Rustle!
At that moment, everyone had their fists gripped tightly. Their bodies slanting forward, as though ready to dash forth and fight Ye Lingchen to death.
Lin Ao was about to step in but was pulled back by Fang Hong, "Don't go. Let him speak!"
"What's this? You're not convinced?" Ye Linghen smiled. He pointed at them, saying, "Want to beat me? Sure! I'll give you this chance!"
"Just earlier I watched you perform the Martial Fist, and I've learned a thing or two. I'll fight you guys with Martial Fist!" Ye Lingchen's tiger-like eyes swept through the entire troop. "You can choose to go one-on-one, or all at once. Come!"
"You're crossing the line!"
Wu Yue immediately rushed out of formation, his gaze glued onto Ye Lingchen, "I've joined this troop for 11 years! Trained in the Martial Fist for 11 years! You think you can defeat us after watching it just once?!"
"You've trained for 11 years yet you're still this bad at it? No wonder you're tras.h.!.+"
Ye Lingchen's casual tone immediately caused Wu Yue's eyes to turn red and he immediately rushed forward with a roar!
"Ha!"
Striking like the wind!
However, Ye Lingchen only stretched out one hand, catching Wu Yue's fist and twisted slightly!
Wu Yue's entire body felt powerless, unable to muster any strength. After that, Ye Lingchen swept with his leg, causing Wu Yue to fall facing the sky…In raw it's written as Fang Hong, but we believe that was a mistake and the author meant to have Wu Yue here as he was the one competing with Ye Lingchen.