Mecha Breaks the World

Chen Feng looked at Murongxuan, the second student who was allowed to move the target, and was eager to try and agree to it: "Okay, I also want to see how far I am from the top level, Murongxuan, you are here. Exactly."

"That's not much to say, let's just start." Murong Xuan got Chen Feng's consent and walked towards the shooting platform of Shuhuibin: "Can student Shuhuibin borrow your shooting platform for use? I want to have one with Chen Feng A competition between classmates."

Seeing that Chen Feng, Hongshuibin agreed that he would naturally not stop him. He stepped back and gave the position to Murongxuan. Murongxuan stood on the shooting platform of Hongshuibin. He was about to call out the target and had a sudden stop. He asked Chen Feng: " Student Chen Feng, I think you are still using a fixed target? You should be able to use a moving target at your level?"

Chen Feng had nothing to hide, and nodded affirming Murongxuan's statement: "Yes, I want to practice more on a fixed target, but I haven't wanted to change to a moving target yet."

Murongxuan frowned again: "Then we can't use moving targets, otherwise it's unfair."

Hong Bin watched that they were struggling with this, and said to Murongxuan in front of him: "Then use a fixed target, Murongxuan, you are so good, the fixed target and the moving target are not much different for you, right."

Murong Xuan shrugged and continued to operate the controller: "Okay, a fixed target 100 meters away, 10 shots per person, I will start." Before Chen Feng could reply, he shot out and looked at the score display. Self-report: "9.7 Ring."

"Rip 9.7, great!" Chen Feng couldn't help but compliment Murongxuan's performance, turned around and focused on aiming at his target and shot.

"Ring 9.6!" This time it was replaced by Hong Bin to help Chen Feng report the results, and the results of the first shot of the two were almost the same.

Hearing that Chen Feng's score only lost 0.1 ring to himself, Murong Xuan frowned again and started shooting more carefully. Chen Feng followed closely, and soon everyone finished 7 rounds.

After the seven shots, Murongxuan's score was 68.3 points, while Chen Feng's score was 68 points. The two's results are tightly locked, and any mistake will cause the ranking to be out of place.

Chen Feng's excellent performance made Murongxuan feel a little dangerous, and thought: "Is this Chen Feng really starting to learn shooting after entering the Jiangnan Mecha Academy? How can he be so strong, if it is true, his speed will be amazing. "

Layers of sweat appeared on Chen Feng’s forehead, You Jia, Murongxuan’s strength was too strong, and the pressure to chase after him was very heavy. Chen Feng could only comfort himself in his heart this time mainly to test himself Strength.

The movements of the two men thoughtfully did not stop. Murongxuan didn't want Chen Feng to catch up with him, so he focused on the eighth shot. He put down his gun and watched the numbers appearing on the score display. Murongxuan's mouth also smiled. : "10 rings!"

Murongxuan's full score made Chen Feng a little bit more pressured. Chen Feng picked up a gun and forced himself to calm down and shoot. Hongshui Bin also nervously grasped Chen Feng's score indicator and shouted out the result: "9.7 ring."

"Huh~" Chen Feng breathed a long sigh of relief. Fortunately, he withstood the pressure and didn't let his grades be pulled away.

Unexpectedly that Chen Feng was so resistant. Murongxuan's heart just became happy because he scored full marks and tightened again. He made the ninth round without saying a word. It's a coincidence that the results this time are exactly the same as Chen Feng's: "9.7 ring."

With only the last two shots left, the pressure on Chen Feng's body is getting less and less: "Anyway, I knew that Murongxuan could not be better than Murongxuan, but this time it proved that he is not far from the top level. This is something to be happy about. ."

I am happy that Chen Feng’s target shooting movements have become more elegant, and the smooth movement of a light beam hits the bullseye smoothly, and Hongshui Bin is almost crazy, shouting at Chen Feng: "10 ring! Chen Feng, you hit a 10 ring!"

The results of Chen Feng and Murongxuan's eighth shot and the ninth shot were exactly the same. Murongxuan shook his head slightly: "It's unexpected. Combining these two shots was a vain shot. You can't miss the last shot."

On the other side, although Chen Feng was overjoyed because he hit 10 rings under heavy pressure, he still managed to control his emotions and signaled Murongxuan to continue shooting first.

Murongxuan blinked his eyelids at Chen Feng knowingly, refocused his attention on the bullseye and steadily pressed the trigger for the last time, glanced at the result indicator and said the result to Hong Bin, who was waiting anxiously next to him: "9.8 ring."

In the first 9 rounds, Chen Feng is 0.3 rings less than Murongxuan, and Murongxuan's 9.8 rings have allowed him to win steadily. However, Chen Feng was not discouraged and insisted on his own pace to end the competition.

Chen Feng's last shot score was 9.9 ring, and all the results were finally lost to Murong Xuan by 0.2 ring, which is quite a powerful level. You must know that Murong Xuan was born in the Murong family. He has been in contact with countless kinds of firearms and has used countless shooting stations since he was a child. In the school, only Pan Yuguo can match it. Chen Feng, a beginner, can only lose 0.2 ring. Some.

At the end of the entire competition, Murong Xuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He did not calculate that Chen Feng could bring such a lot of pressure to him. Although Pan Yuguo was strong, it could have been expected. Chen Feng is really not. The person who knew where to emerge could have such strength made him secretly wary.

Beware of Murongxuan in his mouth still praised this classmate Chen Feng: "Classmate Chen Feng is very powerful, I really made a cold sweat today."

Chen Feng was overjoyed and thanked Murongxuan for his kindness: "Thank you Murongxuan for accompanying me in the competition, so I can have a good sense of my own strength. A rough idea."

"Well, keep working hard, I'll go back to training first." Murong Xuan said nothing, and turned back to his shooting platform.

"Yes, Chen Feng, how long I have practiced, I have to catch up with Murongxuan, awesome." After Murongxuan walked away, Honghu Bin immediately hugged Chen Feng to celebrate.

Zheng Zhirong on the side once again watched Chen Feng's shooting test, and also came to celebrate together: "Chen Feng, you played so beautifully. If you have the mental state of the last time you played Lin Wenjie, you might have Murong Xuan off today. Turn it over."

Seeing that these two friends are going to brag themselves to the sky, Chen Feng stopped their flattery: "Okay, you are trying to kill me. I figured out that I still lost. The higher the level, the harder it is to improve. Go for training, do it yourself."

Seeing that Chen Feng had just achieved such a good result, Hong Hung Bin and Zheng Zhirong ran to training without any complacency, and they stopped talking nonsense and all slipped back to their shooting platform to train harder.

The morning was a shooting class, so the afternoon was naturally a fighting class. Chen Feng and Hongshui Bin had just been standing in groups, and Murong Xuan came to them.