Seeing Ye Fan agreeing so readily, the corners of Sun Xiang's mouth on the opposite side slightly raised, as if his trick had succeeded.
Tang Anni, who was next to her, was extremely nervous. She tugged on Mark's sleeve and lowered her voice and said, "Xiao Fan, don't be brave! Don't compete with him!"
Before that, although Tang Anni had seen the scene where Ye Fan killed evil spirits with his sword and showed great power, in her opinion, no matter how extraordinary Ye Fan was, it was impossible for him to come into contact with firearms frequently.
This competition can be said to be about using one's shortcomings to attack the other's strengths, playing right into Sun Xiang's plan.
However, the next moment, Ye Fan looked at her, a smile as warm as the winter sun bloomed on his face, reached out and gently stroked her hair, and said:
"Annie, don't worry, I have everything with you! All you need to do is trust me!!!"
For some reason, when she heard this sentence, Tang Anni's heart trembled slightly, and she felt an unprecedented sense of security.
She suddenly recalled that yesterday, when she was in a desperate situation facing the attack of the Resentful Ghost King, it was Ye Fan who stepped forward like a god and killed the Resentful Ghost King with a snap of his fingers.
It seems that as long as he is by your side, you don't have to be afraid even if the sky falls!
Thinking of this, Tang Anni's pretty face turned red for no reason, as if she had been smeared with rouge, revealing a different kind of charm.
Seeing this scene, Sun Xiang became even more angry. He thought the two were flirting with each other and secretly said that he would deal with Ye Fan severely at the shooting range later.
"Tell me, how do we compare?" Ye Fan asked.
"It's very simple! 50-meter pistol shooting, one magazine, ten bullets, a total of one hundred rings! Whoever gets the higher score wins! I'll shoot first. If you don't understand something, you can ask me!"
Sun Xiang said, turned around and walked quickly to the nearest shooting range.
Seeing that there was a shooting competition going on here, the guests at the shooting range also gathered over and commented:
"Ouch! Brother Xiang is going into battle in person, now there's something great to watch!"
"Hehe... Brother Xiang is the king of guns at our shooting range. He shoots every shot without missing a beat. The highest records in many events are all left by Brother Xiang!"
"What kind of blind guy dares to compete with Brother Xiang on his marksmanship? It's like using a big sword in front of Guan Gong!"
The surrounding public opinion almost unanimously supported Sun Xiang.
Under the spotlight, Sun Xiang picked up a 5.8mm caliber Type 92 pistol.
Compared with similar foreign pistols, although the Type 92 pistol is slightly inferior in terms of workmanship and lifespan, it is more suitable for the hand shape of Chinese people. It has a comfortable grip and good natural directivity. The two sides of the tiger's mouth bend are thinner, making it difficult to let go.
Perfect for shooting and target practice.
Suddenly, Sun Xiang made a gesture to signal everyone around him to be silent. Then he took a deep breath, suppressed his smile, his face became as dark as water, and forced himself to concentrate on it and abandon all distracting thoughts.
He held the gun, raised his arm, and aimed without any distractions. Everything in his sight seemed to disappear, leaving only the target paper fifty meters away.
For a moment, even the people watching around him held their breaths and clenched their fists, affected by the tense atmosphere.
…
"boom!"
The sound of gunfire was deafening.
A silver bullet shot out of the barrel, as fast as thunder, and arrived in an instant. A bullet hole appeared on the target paper 50 meters away.
"boom!"
"boom!"
"boom!"
Sun Xiang's expression remained unchanged, his eyes were stern, and he fired a shot every few seconds. The muscles in his right arm holding the gun were trembling and veins were pulsing.
In the eyes of outsiders, his movements are clean and smooth, without any delay.
In just half a minute, he fired all ten bullets, then took a long breath, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and showed a satisfied smile on his face.
A true marksman master will develop a super strong hand after training day after day. Based on the feeling at the moment of shooting, he can know the final number of rounds and the result.
At this moment, a staff member immediately ran to the opposite side, took off the target paper, and shouted at the same time:
"Five 10-rings, five 9-rings, a total of 95 rings!"
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone around him was amazed:
"Oh my god! As expected of Brother Xiang, he got 95 rings right from the start. That's awesome!"
"Even if he is the main member of the provincial shooting team, he is nothing more than that!"
"Brother Xiang is a member of the Sun family. As a general, these are just basic operations for him!"
…
Hearing the compliments from everyone, Sun Xiang's face was filled with a look of pride that could not be concealed. He held his head high and held his chest high, like a proud peacock, stealing the show.
Immediately afterwards, he turned around and looked at Ye Fan condescendingly, and said arrogantly: "Boy, it's too late for you to be a coward! Otherwise, you will only be embarrassed and humiliated when you play later!"
Faced with this provocation, Ye Fan remained calm and said calmly: "Hmph... You have lost five rings, and you have the nerve to show off? That's ridiculous! If I were you, I would just buy a piece of tofu and kill him!"
"you!!!"
Hearing this, Sun Xiang seemed to be greatly humiliated. He was so angry that he was trembling all over and almost vomiting blood.
Others in the venue seemed to have heard something incredible and looked at Ye Fan with crazy eyes.
You know, this 50-meter pistol shooting seems to have simple rules, but its difficulty is far beyond what people can imagine.
The target paper of the 50-meter target is 16 centimeters in diameter, which is equivalent to an iPhone placed horizontally.
An adult with a visual acuity of 5.0 cannot clearly see the number of rings on the target paper at a distance of 10 meters. At a distance of 50 meters, the black fist on the target paper is only the size of a ping pong ball in sight.
The diameter of the 10-ring is only 1 centimeter, which is not as big as a dime, and it is impossible to see it with the naked eye.
Without a scope, if an ordinary person can hit the target paper, let alone hit 10 rings, it is considered good.
Athletes from the National Olympic Design Team cannot actually see the number of rings on the target clearly. What they rely on is the "gun feel" they have developed day after day, year after year.
Under normal circumstances, even an Olympic champion would not be able to score 100 rings every time.
Therefore, Sun Xiang is completely proud of his score of 95 just now. Almost everyone in the shooting range cannot compare with him.
But now, Ye Fan is very disdainful of his achievements. In the ears of others, he is really too arrogant!
Showing off with strength is called awesomeness!
Those who show off without strength are called idiots!
In everyone's opinion, Ye Fan dared to speak arrogantly, and he was clearly trying to show off!
…
Suddenly, Sun Xiang glared at Ye Fan fiercely, gritted his teeth and said: "What a sharp-tongued boy! Don't just know how to talk, you can do what you want!"
"Okay! In that case, I will show my hand and let you know the gap between you and me!"
Ye Fan said, quickly walked forward, picked up a Type 92 pistol, turned on the safety, and aimed at another target paper 50 meters away.
A layman watches the fun, an expert watches the door.
Most of the people in the venue are shooting enthusiasts with rich experience and naturally have extraordinary vision.
At the first moment, they noticed that Ye Fan's posture when holding the gun was very amateurish. His whole body was loose and he was clearly a layman.
For a moment, everyone's faces showed sarcasm, and they said with disdain: "Tch! I thought he had some skills. After doing it for a long time, he is just a pretender!"
Just when everyone was about to watch Ye Fan's joke, Ye Fan suddenly seemed to think of something. Instead of shooting directly, he turned to look at Tang Annie next to him and asked: "Annie, can I borrow your handkerchief?"
handkerchief?
Tang Anni was slightly stunned when she heard this. She didn't know why Mark would ask such a question at such a critical moment.
However, she still took out an embroidered handkerchief from her pocket and handed it to Mark.
"Thank you!"
Ye Fan smiled slightly, then spread out the handkerchief, covered it in front of his eyes, and tied it tightly behind his head.
"boom!"
This action was like a huge boulder smashing into calm water, causing thousands of waves and causing an uproar in the venue.
Everyone in the venue, including Sun Xiang, had their pupils constricted and their mouths opened into an "O" shape, which was enough to swallow an egg. Their faces looked like they had seen ghosts, and their hearts were filled with huge waves of surprise.
Nothing more can be added.
An incredible idea came to their minds at the same time——
Are you kidding me? Is this kid going to shoot a target while blindfolded?!