{Chapter: 137 Is the scoring device broken?}
Hearing the consecutive sounds of ten rings, a wave of shock spread throughout the shooting range.
People who had been paying little attention before now turned to look at Lin Yuan in surprise.
Hitting ten rings in a row was undoubtedly an excellent result, but for professional sharpshooters, it wasn't unheard of. However, what truly astonished the crowd wasn't just Lin Yuan's accuracy—it was his sheer speed and casual attitude.
He barely seemed to be aiming at all.
The way he held the gun, the way he fired—it looked as if he was simply playing around, as if he wasn't even taking the competition seriously.
And yet, despite such an effortless display, he had landed every single shot in the ten-ring zone.
The spectators were dumbfounded.
"Mr. handsome is amazing! Not only is he incredibly good-looking, but his shooting skills are insane!"
"Yes! And the way he handles a gun—so smooth, so confident! He looks ridiculously cool!"
"I swear, I wouldn't even mind if he shot me right in the heart… I'd die happy."
Many of the female spectators were particularly excited, their eyes shining with admiration. Some were even blushing as they watched Lin Yuan handle the pistol with ease.
Meanwhile, the beautiful referee standing at the side was completely stunned.
Just moments ago, she had confidently told Lin Yuan that scoring a hundred rings on his first try would be highly unlikely. Yet, before she could even blink, Lin Yuan had delivered an instant slap to her face with his performance.
She stared at the results displayed on the screen.
Ten consecutive ten-ring shots.
That was a perfect hundred rings.
Wasn't he a complete novice? Hadn't he just picked up a gun for the first time today?
The female referee suddenly recalled something her father had once told her: The more handsome a man is, the easier it is for him to lie and deceive others.
Now she finally understood.
Chi Qian, who had been standing nearby, was also taken aback.
She had been the one to guide Lin Yuan through his first shooting lesson, and at the time, he had seemed genuinely inexperienced. She had even felt that his early results—hitting seven rings on a fixed target—were already impressive for a beginner.
Even scoring eight or nine rings was commendable for someone new to shooting.
But now?
Lin Yuan had just hit ten ten-rings in a row.
Chi Qian had performed exceptionally well today, achieving a total of 196 rings. She had thought that, given the difficulty of the moving target section, Lin Yuan wouldn't be able to score much beyond 86 rings.
With that logic, she had been confident of her victory.
But now, doubt crept into her heart.
And while Chi Qian remained composed despite her surprise, Gao Feiyang was having a complete mental breakdown.
His expression twisted into something ugly as he stared at the results.
Just a moment ago, he had been watching Lin Yuan being taught like a total beginner. Lin Yuan had looked like a clueless novice!
So how was it possible that he had just matched Chi Qian's score on a fixed target—hitting all ten rings?!
The reality was almost too ridiculous to accept.
However, unlike everyone else, Lin Yuan remained utterly indifferent to the outcome. He wasn't surprised in the slightest.
After all, before the competition even started, he had already raised his Pistol Mastery to the Divine Level.
Sure, he might still be unfamiliar with other firearms, but when it came to pistols, he was unparalleled.
As long as a target was within his firing range, he could land a perfect shot without fail.
Ignoring the astonished gasps and excited chatter around him, Lin Yuan casually picked up the second pistol and gestured toward the referee.
"Start the moving target."
The female referee snapped out of her daze.
Flustered, she quickly nodded, her cheeks flushing a deep red as she hurriedly pressed the button to activate the moving targets.
The second round began.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Five consecutive gunshots rang through the air.
This time, every single spectator was watching Lin Yuan with rapt attention.
All eyes were on him.
And they all saw the same thing—Lin Yuan was barely aiming, just like before. His movements were smooth, almost lazy, as if he wasn't even trying.
And yet—
Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!
The electronic scoring device beeped again.
Five more perfect ten-rings.
The crowd erupted.
"My god! His skills are on par with Chi Qian's!"
"His speed, his accuracy… it's insane!"
"This is unbelievable! I'd love to play shooting game with him sometime!"
Everyone was floored. To hit ten rings on a fixed target was already an achievement, but to do the same on a moving target? That was a whole different level.
Chi Qian furrowed her brows slightly, her surprise deepening.
She had originally assumed that Lin Yuan's earlier results could have been due to luck. But now, seeing him hit perfect scores on a moving target, she knew—this was no accident.
Luck alone wouldn't explain his performance.
Meanwhile, Gao Feiyang, who had made the humiliating bet to bark like a dog if he lost, was now trembling with disbelief. His face had turned an ominous shade of black.
There were still five more shots to go.
Lin Yuan's current score stood at 150 points.
If he scored just 30 more rings, Gao Feiyang would be utterly and completely defeated.
Desperate, Gao Feiyang gritted his teeth. "Impossible! The fifty-meter moving target is way too far and way too fast. There's absolutely no way he can score another 32 points!"
But his voice lacked confidence.
Before anyone could respond, Lin Yuan raised his gun again.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Another five shots.
Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!
The entire room fell silent.
Even Chi Qian couldn't hide her shock this time.
Ten rings.
Ten rings.
Ten rings.
Five consecutive perfect shots.
The final target—a fifty-meter running boar—was one of the most difficult tests in competitive shooting. It was designed to simulate a fast-moving target in real-world hunting situations.
And yet, Lin Yuan had hit all ten rings again.
A perfect fifty.
The audience was stunned.
"That… that's impossible! A fifty-meter moving target, and he hit all ten rings?!"
"This is terrifying! And he wasn't even aiming that much! It looked like he was shooting blindly, so how did every single shot land perfectly?!"
"The moving targets here are modeled after the ones used in the Olympics for rifle and airgun events! Even with the distance being slightly different, nobody ever gets a perfect ten-ring score on them! Is the scoring device broken?!"
Even the girls who had been shamelessly fangirling over Lin Yuan earlier were momentarily too shocked to continue.
They stared at him in disbelief, their previous fantasies momentarily forgotten.
Meanwhile, Lin Yuan himself remained completely unfazed.
His expression was calm—like an ancient well, undisturbed by the ripples of excitement around him.
Chi Qian, still watching closely, felt an unfamiliar sensation settle in her chest.
Her eyes locked onto Lin Yuan, filled with an emotion that could only be described as pure disbelief.
Her soft, cherry-pink lips parted slightly in astonishment.
Even Chi Qian, who was always calm and composed, found it difficult to remain unfazed. She had only just given Lin Yuan a brief lesson on shooting—basic firearms knowledge, nothing more. Yet, in such a short span of time, he had managed to score a perfect two hundred rings?
That was an impossible feat.
Chi Qian herself had scored 196 rings today, which was already an exceptional result, the highest among the regulars at the shooting range. But Lin Yuan had surpassed her, achieving a flawless 200. How could that even be possible?
Her usually serene eyes showed a flicker of disbelief as she stared at the digital scoreboard.
The entire shooting range fell silent for a brief moment before murmurs began to spread among the spectators. Some rubbed their eyes, trying to see if they were hallucinating. Others whispered among themselves, struggling to comprehend what had just happened.
Meanwhile, Gao Feiyang stood there, completely dumbfounded.
His mind was in turmoil.
'How is this possible?!'
'How can he have achieved this?!'
Just moments ago, he had personally witnessed Chi Qian explaining basic shooting techniques to Lin Yuan. From what he had seen, Lin Yuan was nothing more than a beginner—someone who was touching a pistol for the first time.
Yet, here he was, outshooting everyone with a flawless performance.
Not only had Gao Feiyang's impressive 181-ring score failed to secure him a victory, but he had been utterly outclassed—lagging behind Lin Yuan by a full 19 rings!
That meant only one thing.
He had lost.
And losing meant that he now had to honor their bet.
He had to bark like a dog while leaping.
A wave of humiliation surged through him, turning his face an ugly shade of red. He clenched his fists tightly, his pride refusing to accept this reality.
"No! This is impossible!" he blurted out, his voice trembling with disbelief.
The beautiful referee, who had been standing beside Lin Yuan, was also momentarily stunned. She took a few seconds to process what had just happened before she finally snapped out of it.
She quickly turned to Lin Yuan, her cheeks slightly flushed, and announced, "Two hundred rings!"
Then, with a stronger voice, she declared to the entire shooting range, "Mr. Lin Yuan's final score is two hundred rings! Full marks! Perfect score! Breaking all previous records!!"
The moment her words echoed through the air, the crowd erupted into an uproar.
"Wow!!!"
Gasps, cheers, and excited whispers filled the room.
However, before the excitement could fully settle in, a loud voice interrupted the moment.
"This is impossible!"
All eyes turned toward Gao Feiyang, who was now striding toward the shooting platform, his face contorted in frustration.
"There's no way this is real! He's just a rookie!" he shouted. "How could a complete novice possibly get a perfect score?! The scoring device must be broken!"
His words sent a ripple of doubt through the audience.
"I also think the scoring machine is malfunctioning!"
"Yeah, I've never seen anyone hit a perfect score before!"
"Check the device! It must be an error!"
"Yes, check it! There's no way he beat Miss Chi Qian's record!"
More and more voices joined in, fueling the commotion.
Gao Feiyang's accusations were now gaining traction among the skeptical onlookers.
After all, breaking a record was one thing, but achieving a perfect 200 rings? That was unheard of.
With tensions rising, all eyes turned toward the referee, waiting to see what would happen next.
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