17: Chapter 17, 100 rings! Next!

A simp? A loser?

These were the labels of the original owner; what did that have to do with Qin Feng?

Qin Feng chuckled inwardly.

He lifted his eyes, staring straight at Wei Kai, his voice calm yet clear as it carried across the entire field.

"What is there to be afraid of?"

The sentence was crisp and decisive.

"You decide how we compete."

On the observation deck not far away, several instructors were also discussing the scene with interest.

"Old Zhang, who are you betting on? I'm betting on Wei Kai. That kid is a sports student, a prospect for the provincial shooting team, and his marksmanship is incredibly accurate."

"I actually think there's no suspense in the combat portion. That big guy named Shi Lei—I heard his family runs a martial arts gym, and he was getting in the ring before he was even an adult."

"Qin Feng does have some ability, but this month, apart from him, the other freshmen have also made significant progress."

Wei Kai and his group came from well-off families and usually had good relationships with the instructors; over time, they had become quite close.

Sometimes, some instructors would even secretly give them extra coaching, and their military skills had improved rapidly.

The instructors held different opinions, but generally, they did not favor Qin Feng.

They acknowledged that Qin Feng was strong, but as university freshmen, no matter how talented, there was a limit to how much they could improve in just one month.

As the saying goes, one cannot chew more than one can swallow.

Wei Kai and the others specialized in the areas they were good at, and they had absolute confidence in their advantages.

They looked toward the highest Commander of the unit, Company Commander Zhou.

Company Commander Zhou just leaned against the railing, smiling silently, but his deep gaze was firmly locked onto Qin Feng.

Over this past month, he had reviewed all of Qin Feng's training footage no less than ten times.

There was only one conclusion.

This kid was hiding his true strength!

He always completed tasks in the most effortless and efficient way; his scores might not be the highest, yet they gave the impression that he was far from using his full strength.

Just what is this kid's background?

Company Commander Zhou rubbed the stubble on his chin, recalling the encrypted file he received yesterday.

A secret notification from his superiors.

The Li family, a top military-industrial family in the Dragon Kingdom, would be sending someone down to experience the military training.

They specifically requested to come to this university student military training camp.

The motive was somewhat obvious.

It was likely for this Qin Feng.

Company Commander Zhou Hailong exhaled a ring of smoke, his eyes becoming more intrigued.

"Interesting, it's getting more and more interesting."

"Qin Feng, oh Qin Feng, I didn't expect even the Li family to start paying attention to you."

Down on the field.

The competition had already begun.

The first event: shooting.

The challenger was none other than Wei Kai.

He walked confidently to the shooting position, picked up a type 95 automatic rifle, and moved with fluid, practiced motions—he was clearly an experienced hand.

"100-meter chest silhouette target, ten rounds, total score counts."

Wei Kai adjusted his breathing, raised his rifle, and aimed, all in one smooth motion.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A series of gunshots rang out, crisp and rhythmic.

The target reporter's voice came through.

"Ten rounds, a total of 98 points!"

"Wow!"

The entire field erupted in exclamations.

"Haha! I knew it, Wei Kai never disappoints us."

"That's right! Sharpshooter Wei is the marksman of our military training camp! The instructors have even certified it!"

"98 points! Goodness, that's even more terrifying than during his training."

"Exactly, it looks like Sharpshooter Wei hasn't been using his full strength during normal training."

"Sharpshooter! Please accept my bow!"

...

At the Shooting Range, countless people were whispering and discussing, their faces full of envy.

Many female students even started daydreaming, wishing they had a sharpshooter boyfriend like Wei Kai.

You have to realize that this score was absolutely the cream of the crop among the freshmen.

Wei Kai put down the rifle, a victor's smile on his face, and looked provocatively at Qin Feng.

"Your turn, loser."

The others all wore expressions waiting to watch a good show.

"That simp Qin Feng acts so tough during training, let's see how he turns this around."

"A loser is a loser. He took two extra years of study just to get into university, got lucky, and really thought he could turn the world upside down."

"That's right! In the face of absolute strength like Sharpshooter Wei's, all tricks are just for show."

"Just watch! The loser Qin Feng is doomed to lose! If he can win, I'll eat shit right here for everyone to see."

"Damn! You've said you'd eat shit twice now. If you're going to do it, hurry up, or people like you will drive the price of shit up!"

Hearing this, many people burst into loud laughter.

Especially that guy shouting about performing the act of eating shit; he was full of bravado, and the look he gave Qin Feng was like looking at a pile of shit.

In the crowd, Zhao Hu couldn't take it anymore and stepped out aggressively.

"You want to eat shit, right! When Brother Feng wins, I'll let you eat your fill!"

"He can win?"

Someone questioned, triggering another round of mockery.

"Qin Feng just has a bit of luck. Every time he plays dirty, hiding faster than anyone else. He really thinks he's a Soldier King!"

"Hehe... only you few treat him like a treasure; in reality, he's just trash."

"Birds of a feather really do flock together! Haha..."

Looking at the 98-point target, even Liu Wei felt a bit intimidated and quietly tugged on Qin Feng's sleeve.

"Brother Feng, 98 points. That guy Wei Kai is a monster. How about we don't compete?"

Qin Feng glared at him and said nothing.

He just walked forward slowly, picked up the rifle, and without even making any preparatory movements, raised it casually.

Breathing rhythm is okay, holding posture is standard, but the core strength of this body is still too weak.

Every time he fires, the recoil causes his sight to drift by 0.01 millimeters.

In Qin Feng's mind, the "Introduction to Precision Shooting Theory" provided by the system had already turned into instinct.

He didn't even really aim.

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out.

The target reporter's voice carried a hint of trembling.

"10 points!"

"Bang!"

"10 points!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A rapid series of gunshots, so fast it was dazzling.

Qin Feng finished shooting ten rounds in less than half the time it took Wei Kai.

The entire field fell into dead silence.

Everyone stretched their necks, waiting for the final result.

The hand holding the binoculars of the target reporter was shaking.

He checked it over and over again several times before screaming in a tone like he'd seen a ghost.

"Ten... ten rounds... all... all hit the exact same bullet hole in the bullseye!"

"100 points!"

"What?!"

Wei Kai was shocked!

The target reporter was shocked!

The others were collectively shocked!

The next second.

The smile on Wei Kai's face froze instantly, his pupils suddenly constricting.

"No... impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

He rushed toward the target like a madman, looking at the bullseye that had only one bullet hole, and was completely stunned.

All the freshmen in the field collectively lost their voices, staring at the distant target, feeling a chill run through them, their expressions incredibly vivid.

Suffocating!

Rigid!

Petrified!

The instructors on the observation deck were dumbfounded, not even noticing when the cigarettes in their hands fell to the ground.

Qin Feng blew the smoke from the muzzle, returned the rifle to the armorer, as if he had just done something trivial.

He looked at the petrified Wei Kai and calmly spat out two words.

"Next."