Air pistols and bows and arrows are actually two different types of equipment.
Whether it's an air pistol or a bow and arrow, achieving good results requires a long time of practice.
It is precisely because of this that Yang Feilong said he had never played before, clearly indicating he was a novice. Wu Hua felt it would be utterly ridiculous if he, an experienced player, were to lose to a beginner.
As for whether Yang Feilong was faking his inexperience, Wu Hua didn't care. The other party looked young, while he had been playing these sports for over a decade. Coupled with his cultivation, he was confident he wouldn't lose even to professionals. Losing to Yang Feilong? He hadn't even considered such a possibility!
Then, under the witness of Mi Kang and others, the two would sign their names on the gambling agreement.
Mi Kang acted as the notary. If anyone lost and refused to pay, Mi Kang would cover the amount and then pursue the debt himself!
Unless one wanted to offend Mi Kang, the money would have to be paid!
"You're really going to gamble with Wu Hua? Ten million per match!" Han Yun grabbed Yang Feilong, her face etched with worry, and said in a low voice.
"Don't you have any confidence in me!" Yang Feilong chuckled.
"It's not that I don't have much confidence, it's that I have no confidence at all," Han Yun said honestly.
Yang Feilong: "..."
"If you really want to gamble, I'll pay the money!" Han Yun said after taking a deep breath.
She could afford this money; what was thirty million?
"No, if you pay, and I win, won't I have to share some with you? It's not necessary, I have money!" Yang Feilong waved his hand. His pretty eyes thought very highly of themselves!
Han Yun was so angry she couldn't speak: "You..."
"Alright, alright, don't be angry. I'll give you a share when I win the money later, is that good enough?" Yang Feilong shrugged helplessly. Honestly, he helped people, offended others, won money, and still had to share it. His life was truly hard!
"If you can win, I don't want a cent!" Han Yun said grumpily.
"Really? You're so generous! Then it's settled!" Yang Feilong said, his eyes lighting up, and quickly agreed.
"..."
Han Yun didn't want to talk to this guy anymore.
Before the competition even started, he felt like he had already won!
Could he be so overconfident? Then, if he lost, would he be unable to face anyone?
Or was Yang Feilong actually a master in disguise, hiding his true abilities?
Regardless of what she thought, she didn't stop Yang Feilong from signing the gambling agreement. She could afford to lose this money. But if he backed down now, he would not only lose the bet but also lose face!
...
The shooting range, the air rifle practice area. Various equipment was extremely sophisticated, on par with Olympic standards.
"Ten shots per person. The one with the highest total score wins. Do you have any objections?" Mi Kang asked Yang Feilong and Wu Hua with a smile.
"No objections," Yang Feilong replied.
"Precisely so!" Wu Hua said indifferently, confidence radiating from his face.
"Since you have no objections, put on your equipment and let's begin!" Mi Kang said with a smile.
Air rifle shooting naturally required professional equipment, all of which was available here.
"Wait a moment," Yang Feilong suddenly said.
"En?" Mi Kang's expression faltered.
"Are you scared?" Wu Hua asked, looking at Yang Feilong with a mocking expression.
"Scared?" Yang Feilong shrugged and said lightly, "I, Yang Feilong, don't know the meaning of the word 'fear'!"
"Then why are you waiting?" Wu Hua sneered.
"I haven't touched a gun before, so I want to hold it for a bit and get a feel for it!" Yang Feilong retorted.
"..."
At this moment, not only Wu Hua but everyone else was stunned.
He really hadn't practiced before?
Hearing Yang Feilong's words, Han Yun's heart turned cold. If you haven't played before, why were you so confident? You made me think you were a hidden master.
"We can't let you practice until tomorrow!" Wu Hua almost laughed, saying sinisterly.
"Ten or eight shots are enough to defeat you!" Yang Feilong said calmly.
"Heh, who gave you the courage? Liang Jingru?" Wu Hua was amused and angered. He thought the other party was someone significant and had been cautious, only to find he was an arrogant fool.
"Who is Liang Jingru?" Yang Feilong glanced at him, frowning, and asked earnestly.
He genuinely didn't know who this person was!
"..."
Not only Wu Hua but everyone else was astonished.
"Brother Feilong, Liang Jingru is a singer!" Xiao Jingwen couldn't help but respond, giggling.
"A singer! I thought it was some celestial god," Yang Feilong shrugged. "I don't listen to much music, so I don't know her."
"Heh heh."
"Heh heh!"
"Hahaha!"
Everyone couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Wu Hua snorted coldly, looking at Yang Feilong with disdain. Winning against him would be no accomplishment. Was this guy a fool who liked to indulge himself?
Under the guidance of someone, Yang Feilong successfully learned how to load the 'pellets' and fire.
Alright, he really hadn't played with this thing before!
As for the equipment?
Yang Feilong didn't wear it, saying it would get in the way.
Bang!
With everything ready, he fired!
Immediately, the onlookers fell silent.
"What's my score?" Yang Feilong asked.
"0 rings!" Han Yun put her hand to her forehead.
"Haha! Brother Feilong, you managed to completely miss that huge target!" Xiao Jingwen couldn't help but laugh.
The crowd couldn't help but want to laugh at this point.
Wu Hua's face was full of mockery. This round was a sure win! If he lost, he'd be willing to do a headstand and defecate!
"Cough, cough." Yang Feilong's face turned red. "You didn't tell me the rules, I thought I had to avoid the target."
Fine!
He didn't ask, and others didn't explain. Everything was based on his intuition.
"You don't really understand the rules at all, do you?" Han Yun finally couldn't help but ask.
"I don't!" Yang Feilong shrugged. "You guys didn't tell me, and I felt too embarrassed to ask."
"......"
"Did you see that target? From the outside in, it's 1 ring for hitting the target, then 2 rings... 9 rings, 10 rings. Between 1 and 2 rings are 1.1 to 1.9 rings. Inside the innermost ring are 10.1 rings, up to 10.9 rings. The bullseye is 10.9 rings!" Han Yun explained patiently.
"In other words, the best possible score for ten shots is 109 rings!"
"So, if I shoot 109 rings in ten shots, I'll be invincible?" Yang Feilong's eyes flashed as he said.
Upon hearing Yang Feilong's words, everyone present was speechless and couldn't help but want to laugh.
He hadn't even hit the target yet, and he was already thinking about a perfect score? Could he be any more clueless and arrogant?
This was the consensus of everyone present regarding Yang Feilong!
Wu Hua's mocking expression grew stronger!
Han Yun was also speechless: "In fact, if you can get a perfect score, winning is not a problem. But..."
But that was impossible.
However, her words were interrupted by Yang Feilong, who grinned and said, "There are no 'buts,' because I've already won!"
Bang bang bang!
As he spoke, Yang Feilong fired seven shots in rapid succession.
Watching the scores Yang Feilong achieved, everyone present was utterly dumbfounded!