The next second, with a sharp "whoosh", a miracle happened. To everyone's surprise, that bullet punched straight through the bullseye.
In other words, Li Fei's first shot hit a perfect ten!
"How is that even possible!"
Seeing this, Hu Wei's whole body jolted, his eyes full of disbelief.
After all, at a hundred meters, the odds of hitting a ten-ring are ridiculously low. Even with his refined marksmanship he couldn't pull it off. Why could Li Fei do it? It was just too baffling.
"Didn't I tell you already? You really live up to your name—you're damn lame."
Li Fei shook his head with a smile. A ten-ring score, for most people, is something they might not reach even after grinding their shooting for years. For him, it was just casually raising his hand and squeezing the trigger, easy as breathing, with no real difficulty or technical challenge at all.
"You just got lucky once. What are you so smug about!" Hu Wei snapped back, not convinced at all.
