225: Chapter 222 Training (Part 2)

Walking into the shooting range and putting on the noise-canceling headphones, he saw the blonde waitress starting to lay out the various styles of firearms and ammunition he had selected on the table in front of them.

Once everything was ready, the blonde Young Miss began her explanation, which was mostly about some precautions and a few disclaimers.

After the explanation, Li Changsheng casually picked up a firearm.

"This is an AR-15, the most famous automatic rifle in the U.S. Even the renowned M16 and M4 were developed based on it. Yours is semi-automatic; the U.S. military version can do three-round bursts, single-shot, or fully automatic fire. Alright, you can try it now."

Listening to Zhou Guoli's explanation, Li Changsheng nodded, then aimed at the target fifty meters away, carefully aligning his shot before pulling the trigger.

Bang!

In the end, the single hole was in the bullseye area. Seeing this, Zhou Guoli nodded and said, "Not bad for your first time, but it's so slow. Are you planning to sleep here tonight? Each gun has twenty rounds prepared, and I don't have that much time to spend with you."

Hearing this, Li Changsheng agreed; he was indeed shooting quite slowly. There were 1147 rounds in total, and at this rate, he would be shooting until dark.

Looking at the target—it was only fifty meters anyway—Li Changsheng began to silently adjust his posture. He didn't choose the standard shooting stance, but instead used the posture he normally used for throwing hidden weapons.

He didn't even bother to aim, instead following his habit of focusing on a target. Feeling that he was roughly aligned with the bullseye area, he decisively pulled the trigger: Bang, bang, bang!

After firing twenty rounds in a row, the shots were extremely dense. Li Changsheng couldn't help but quickly look toward the bullseye. Before he could see clearly, Zhou Guoli exclaimed first, "Huh!"

Zhou Guoli immediately turned his head and looked at Li Changsheng very seriously. After thinking for a moment to organize his words, he said very earnestly, "Have you really never played with this before?"

"No."

"Are you sure? You're not lying to me?"

"Of course! Do you think I have any reason to lie to you?"

Zhou Guoli squatted down, resting his chin on his hands, his brows tightly locked as if he had encountered an unsolvable problem. He said in a deep voice, "Brother Li, one should be honest. Do you even believe that yourself?"

"Continuous shooting, twenty rounds, all ten rings. Good heavens, is this really a newbie?"

The blonde waitress exclaimed loudly, while suspiciously looking back and forth between Zhou Guoli and Li Changsheng.

"Hey, Zhou, are you sure he's just a newbie?"

Zhou Guoli kept a straight face and didn't say anything, but he loudly told Li Changsheng, "Switch to the MP on your left, continue!"

Li Changsheng picked up the MP that Zhou Guoli mentioned. It was a tan-colored pistol. He weighed it in his hand slightly, then immediately fired rapidly again, emptying all twenty rounds in one breath.

"Another perfect score, handsome. You're very impressive. Were you a professional shooter before?"

The blonde beauty was now full of admiration for the young, handsome Asian man before her. She then deftly handed him another pistol.

"This is a Smith & Wesson M459 pistol."

The beauty even snatched the introduction job right away from Zhou Guoli, and while speaking, she kept casting flirtatious glances at Li Changsheng.

Without the slightest hesitation, Li Changsheng raised his gun and fired again, quickly emptying another twenty rounds. Looking again, it was still a perfect score, and if one looked carefully, they would discover that there was only one bullet hole on the entire target.

It was a bullet hole about one-third larger than a normal one, which meant that every bullet had hit the bullseye. There were slight deviations, but most of them were caused by the different handling of the firearms and the subtle differences in their ballistics.

The blonde beauty was stunned. She glanced at Zhou Guoli, who was squatting on the ground, and said with a very serious, straight face, "Zhou! This joke isn't funny at all. You actually lied to me and said such an expert was a newbie. I think he could easily win a continental championship if he entered a professional competition."

"How is that possible? How is that possible?"

Zhou Guoli completely ignored the blonde beauty's questioning. Instead, he kept muttering as if possessed, "This isn't scientific. Every firearm has different recoil, and he's holding it with one hand—how did he achieve such high precision?"

One must know that in some shooting competitions, the firearms are fixed. Precisely because of this, participants will train specifically with that type of firearm.

This requires days of tempering, mainly to familiarize oneself with the feel, recoil, and deviation of that specific firearm. Only after gradually becoming familiar with it can one continuously adjust and achieve a perfect hit rate.

But someone like Li Changsheng, who finishes with one gun and immediately switches to another, and can guarantee a 100% hit rate with every type of gun, is just absurd.

Unless this person had often practiced with these guns before. But even for such an experienced expert, using a gun provided by someone else, even if the model is the same...

...it should be very difficult to maintain perfect precision for the first few shots. The feel of shooting is a very important factor.

Bang, bang, bang!

Constantly switching guns, constantly firing in bursts, Li Changsheng became increasingly relaxed and at ease.

"The heart is like gunpowder, the fist is like a bullet; when the spirit moves, not even a bird can fly away. The boxing classics truly describe it vividly! Without experiencing live-fire shooting, I really might not have been able to understand the principles behind it."

Every time a bullet left the chamber, Li Changsheng used Listening Energy to keenly perceive the firing pin inside the firearm striking and igniting in an instant, while at the same time, the massive high-pressure airflow began to push the bullet, causing it to shoot out rapidly along the rifling.

That sense of starting like lightning—lightning that doesn't even give you time to blink—and striking like a thunderclap—a thunderclap that leaves no time to cover one's ears—was perfectly demonstrated.

The principles of Cannon Fist fit perfectly, and the Horse Form of Xingyi also has such profound mysteries, as does the Baji Quan's 'Stomping Skyward Cannon', and so on.

"Speed, this is true speed. Storing power and waiting to be released, the strike is as fast as a wind-blown arrow, as loud as thunder, appearing and disappearing like a rabbit. Not bad, not bad!"

A look of excitement had already appeared on Li Changsheng's face; comprehending the principles within made him even happier than exploring the many parameters of the firearms today.

As he continued to fire rapidly, the blonde Young Miss beside Li Changsheng became somewhat numb in her movements of handing him the guns.

She began to hand the guns over mechanically; as for the fact that there was always only one bullet hole on the target, she no longer cared.

This was definitely a continental champion, or perhaps even a world champion. In any case, he was a big shot.

It was their honor to have such a person come to their shooting club. Didn't she see that so many people had gathered around to watch?

Indeed, by this time, quite a few club members had gathered around.

At first, they were shouting and yelling, shouting "Nice!", but gradually they stopped shouting. Their throats were hoarse, so why bother shouting anymore?

"Brother Li, do you really not want to take a break?"

Looking at the only 10 firearms left on the table, Zhou Guoli's eyelids twitched.

The reason he only wanted to rent thirty-seven guns earlier was because firearms have recoil.

The recoil of real firearms is no joke. Some newbies with a weak Physique, if they aren't careful when just starting to play with guns, can even end up with a dislocated shoulder.