Chapter 1579 - 793: All Willpower Lost! (Part 2)

Chapter 1579: Chapter 793: All Willpower Lost! (Part 2)

Why say this?

Once their Phoenix Mercenary Corps is merged, Lin Beichen naturally becomes their boss. How could he still call him Brother Lin? Even if he doesn’t call him boss, he has to call him Brother Lin like everyone else, otherwise it’s insubordination.

As the host, Ye Liebiao courteously allowed Lin Beichen’s side to begin shooting first.

Seeing the other side so confident, Lin Beichen didn’t hesitate and sent Zhao Ligeng up for the competition.

The person who shoots first naturally has an advantage over the one who shoots later.

Because if the first shooter scores well, it can put psychological pressure on the subsequent shooters, affecting their performance.

But since it was the opposing side who insisted, Lin Beichen certainly didn’t refuse.

Li Kui thought to himself: After Lin Beichen and Zhao Ligeng finish shooting, he wonders if the other side will still have the courage to continue.

This made him extremely excited, eager to see what would happen next.

Even Tyson couldn’t bear to watch, worried that the other side would lose too badly.

Bang bang bang...

Zhao Ligeng walked over calmly, picked up a rifle from the table, and rapidly fired ten shots.

These ten shots all hit the bullseye, causing the Phoenix Mercenary Corps people to gasp.

Damn, is this even humanly possible?

Ten shots, ten bullseyes?

Though the distance isn’t far, can an average person achieve this?

But Lin Beichen’s crew was unimpressed. Xu Qiang, waiting to compete, chuckled, "Ligeng, you’re in good form today."

"Looks like I’ll lose to you today."

Zhao Ligeng respected Xu Qiang, the former leader of the Wolf Fang Mercenary Corps, greatly, as most of his shooting skills were taught by Xu Qiang.

This is also why Xu Qiang’s shooting is so exceptional.

Zhao Ligeng jokingly replied, "Brother Xu, don’t tease me. When you were young, your shooting was way better."

"Now you just don’t want to compete seriously with us juniors."

Hearing Zhao Ligeng’s words, Ye Liebiao felt a tightening in his heart.

Initially, seeing their first person achieve such a good score, he kept reassuring himself that they must have let their best shooter go first to make an impression.

It now seems that isn’t the case.

Indeed, when Xu Qiang stepped up, Ye Liebiao was taken aback.

But just as Zhao Ligeng mentioned, Xu Qiang in his younger days was at his peak; now he is slightly inferior to Zhao Ligeng.

Although a bit less than Zhao Ligeng, Zhao Ligeng scored perfectly, so Xu Qiang’s performance was still astounding.

He hit ten shots, eight bullseyes, two slightly astray, totaling 98 points.

His shooting speed was also slightly slower than Zhao Ligeng’s.

Even so, it made Ye Liebiao, his crew, and the three competitors all feel a tingle of fear.

They felt that the first and second places were hopeless.

As for third place, they all coincidentally looked towards the other side’s boss, Lin Beichen, who was the last to compete.

Xu Qiang stepped down and sighed to Lin Beichen, "Brother Lin, getting old and useless, I only scored 98."

This statement was speechless.

Everyone mentally grumbled at his humblebragging, which seemed to deliberately aggravate others.

Even many from the Wolf Fang Mercenary Corps felt a bit helpless.

Among them was Li Kui, who gritted his teeth and said, "Elder Xu, if you’re not doing well, how are those of us who barely make 90 supposed to survive?"

"Can someone actually score over 90?"

Ye Liebiao, hearing Li Kui, began to doubt if he was bluffing, claiming over 90 as if it were a great shame.

But realizing Zhao Ligeng got full marks and Xu Qiang 98, he suddenly felt that anything below 90 seemed a bit low.

Still, Li Kui looked more familiar the more Ye Liebiao thought about it, increasingly so.

Turning to Old Qian, he suddenly recalled who that person was.

Wasn’t he the rookie that used to shadow Old Qian, now defected to the other side?

The more he thought, the stranger it seemed. Could this kid have actually defected?

He asked Old Qian, "Isn’t that young guy speaking now one of your men? How’d he end up over there?"

Not mentioning it was fine, but bringing it up only aggravated Old Qian, though he had to admit it.

He explained, "This guy knows the other side’s boss, so..."

Ye Liebiao could guess most of the story without Old Qian continuing.

With a twitch of his mouth, he stubbornly said, "Humph, doesn’t look like much talent, let him go. Can he score over 90? I don’t believe it."

But just after saying that, Old Qian contradicted him: "Boss, during testing, he did score 93."

Ye Liebiao’s face darkened instantly, quickly changing the topic: "Forget about that. When we win, he’ll eventually still be ours. Let’s see how the other side’s boss scores first."

Having spoken, everyone turned their attention to Lin Beichen stepping onto the stage.

Seeing Lin Beichen casually pick up a gun and shoot ten shots as if it were nothing surprised Ye Liebiao, thinking they were just having fun and wouldn’t score high.

However, upon seeing his men, each wide-eyed in shock, he realized it wasn’t as he thought and hurriedly checked the target.

On the target, there was only one hole, right in the bullseye.

Unlike Zhao Ligeng’s target, full of dispersion, Lin Beichen’s bullets seemed to pass through a single, neat hole.

"Brother Lin, mighty!"

Li Kui shouted excitedly after Lin Beichen finished shooting, as if those shots were his own.

The rest of the Wolf Fang Mercenaries chimed along.

"The boss is truly impressive, probably no better shooter in the world."

"If there is, he must still be unborn."

Zhao Ligeng looked on with admiration. After a previous defeat, he trained hard, finally scoring perfectly, almost reaching Brother Lin’s level.

Yet now he found the gap still vast.

Though both perfect scores, the meaning differed.

Lin Beichen’s was evidently superior.

His shooting, could it actually be more accurate than that previously perfect one?

Ye Liebiao struggled to accept this but faced undeniable truth.

Nevertheless, he hadn’t given up. Even losing this rifle contest with a 6-point deficit, other events remained possible to reclaim points.

Understanding a probable loss, he still pressed his three men to compete.

Otherwise, forfeiting over strength would severely hurt moral confidence.

Subsequently, the three from Phoenix Mercenary Corps nervously approached the weapon table.

Cautiously picking arms, without having witnessed Lin Beichen’s team, they’d be less tense.

Confident initially, hoping for decent scores, Lin Beichen’s team turned their potential achievements into jokes.

After shooting, the scores made Ye Liebiao regret sending them; surrender would’ve sufficed.

Amongst them, none even reached 90, and one repeatedly faltered, not even scoring 80.