As the clay pigeon soared into the sky, Wei Lang raised his gun and fired almost immediately.
But Li Qiao was even faster, and after five shots rang out, all returned to calm.
Wei Lang fired, but he only hit pieces of the broken clay pigeon.
Aside from the sound of the wind passing by, no other noise could be heard at the scene.
Such a competition was seldom seen.
Miss Li alone, in the shortest amount of time, eliminated the nine most skilled marksmen from the Second Hall.
In fact, after the second round was completed, the outcome was pretty obvious.
Whether it was the number of hits on the clay pigeons or the speed, no one could match Li Qiao.
The final result, twenty-three clay pigeons, Li Qiao hit twelve.
With a ratio exceeding half, she was the undisputed victor.
As the head of the Second Hall, Wei Lang may have been defeated, but showed no sign of dejection on his face.
He was even excited, as if craving another chance to compete with Li Qiao.
