Chapter 87

Although Liu Haishan was angry, he kept silent. He loaded the rifle, aimed, and fired, all in one smooth motion.

He switched the carbine to single-shot mode, allowing him time to steady the weapon and greatly improve his accuracy.

By the time Liu Haishan fired his fourth bullet, Wang Hao had finished preparing his own gun.

After loading, the sound of rapid gunfire echoed out—Wang Hao had set his rifle to automatic mode.

Following the burst of shots, Wang Hao reloaded calmly and watched Liu Haishan continue shooting.

Hearing Wang Hao’s gunfire, Liu Haishan cursed inwardly, thinking how arrogant Wang Hao was. He had never heard of anyone controlling a gun like that.

When Liu Haishan had emptied his magazine, he sneered at Wang Hao, “Are you admitting defeat?”

Wang Hao said nothing.

Zhou Yu turned to Xiao Zhi and said, “Go ahead, check the targets. Just don’t accuse us of cheating later.”

Xiao Zhi suggested, “How about we check together?”

Zhou Yu replied, “No need. While we’re not saints, we don’t stoop to cheating. You inspect it—after all, you know Old Yan, and I trust him.”

Xiao Zhi chuckled and went off to examine the targets without another word.

A few minutes later, Xiao Zhi returned and said to Liu Haishan, “You lost. He hit the ten-ring almost every time, only one shot landed in the nine-ring. You had twenty-one shots in the ten-ring, the rest were in the nine-ring.”

“Furthermore, he was firing continuously, while you were using single shots.”

Liu Haishan was stunned by Xiao Zhi’s words. How could this be? How could someone shoot like that? How did he practice? These questions spun endlessly in his mind.

Seeing Liu Haishan’s bewilderment, Xiao Zhi understood—he himself had been shocked watching Wang Hao’s target.

He asked Zhou Yu, “Are all of you such good shots?”

Zhou Yu rolled his eyes. “Are you stupid? Of course not. He’s the most freakishly skilled among us.”

Wang Hao interjected, “Ah, I’ve gotten worse. Didn’t hit all the ten-rings, and they weren’t even clustered in one spot.”

Xiao Zhi was startled by Wang Hao’s dissatisfaction—those results would be impossible even for the sharpshooters of their unit.

Zhou Yu glanced at Liu Haishan, who looked as if he’d lost his soul, then said to Xiao Zhi, “Find someone better to challenge him. That coward won’t even try now.”

Xiao Zhi replied awkwardly, “There’s no one better, except me. But are you sure you want to compete with me?”

Zhou Yu called out, “Everyone, clear the area!”

Then he turned to Xiao Zhi. “You old man, stop dawdling. Let’s get this over with. I want to find a bed and rest for a bit.”

Xiao Zhi shook his head and said, “Alright, let’s see what you’re made of.”

He turned to the soldiers behind him. “Step aside. Let’s see what the legendary Shura is really like.”

He then struck a Tai Chi starting pose and said, “Come.”

Zhou Yu once again took off his jacket, tossed it to Zhao Yan, and said, “Hold onto this.”

Then to Xiao Zhi, he remarked, “So it’s Tai Chi—haven’t seen anyone use that in ages.”

With those words, Zhou Yu charged at Xiao Zhi.

He unleashed the twelve forms of Tan Tui, Long Fist, both Small and Large Hong Fist, Bajiquan—every kind of martial arts, fists and kicks, all in quick succession.

Yet Xiao Zhi countered each one effortlessly.

Zhou Yu exhaled and said, “I didn’t want to make your defeat too humiliating, but your Tai Chi is impressive. I won’t hold back anymore.”