The Most Powerful Brain in the Interstellar Space

Chapter 552 Gap
The underground corridor was very quiet. Many of the people who were originally scattered around the various stalls were attracted here and surrounded it in layers, occasionally making noises and muttering things like "Wow, that's amazing."

What caught everyone's attention was the lotus root pig shooting stall where Jiang Hui and his group were currently located.

The two at the center of the conversation had already fired over twenty bullets within four stars. Don't be fooled by the seemingly slow speed; they were actually aiming every single shot at the running pig doll.

At first glance, it was clear that a considerable amount of time had already passed since the first shot was fired. To be able to steadily fire twenty-four bullets within four stars while maintaining accuracy was certainly impressive. Moreover, these young children all appeared to be over eighteen years old, and were all not yet fully awakened.

And the result was surprisingly amazing.

This shooting game stall has been around for a while now, and it's quite a gimmick, but everyone knows it's not as easy to play as it looks. Not only is the accuracy low, but getting the rarer items from it requires a skill level beyond your average ability.

In recent days, only a handful of people have successfully redeemed items on the second or third tier. Everyone knows how difficult it is, and after asking around, most people don't dare to try it easily. Even if they do try, they don't dare to get too involved.

The stall owner was actually quite restrained, only praying to two or three stars, and usually only having three or four customers before closing up shop. Therefore, even though he suspected the other party of cheating him out of money, he had not yet been ostracized by many of his fellow vendors.

—But over time… it’s hard to say.

Moreover, their setup was quite tempting. However, the vendor's unique teleportation method was truly impossible to imitate. They even had someone secretly go up and take a look, discovering that it was artificially modified and very difficult to replicate with the naked eye.

So even if they imitate the same stall setup, they may still struggle to achieve the desired results. Even worse, they risk being ripped off by experienced shooter gamers who might sell them expensive items.

But watching others make money is just too painful. The vendors probably sensed their increasingly sour gazes, and their chosen times to set up stalls became more and more irregular, often avoiding peak hours, as if they didn't want to compete with them. Of course, this didn't change their envy and resentment.

Today they finally got their revenge, and the other party's opportunistic tricks finally paid off... They've finally met their match.

These kids, though young, were all quite skilled archers; three or five of them quickly wiped out a batch of the opponent's mid-level prizes. It was a painful blow to the guys who were practically only taking and never giving back, and the whole affair wasn't even over yet.

The last two to come up were even more amazing. One had an accuracy rate of over 90%, hitting 22 out of 24 shots, easily securing the second-tier prize and likely causing him a significant financial loss.

Then the other one was even more impressive, hitting the bullseye every time, with all twenty-four shots finding their mark, and finishing the shooting within three minutes ahead of schedule. The opponent's decisive and efficient movements left everyone present secretly astonished.

Which school's student ran away from here?! So incredibly audacious! The crowd watched the stall owner with amusement, eager to see his reaction.

What was the stall owner's reaction? Naturally, it was the same deadpan expression as always, only a few shades paler.

The other party has kept their promise; they delivered the items to the previous customers one by one, and even packaged them. But this time... will they do the same?

More and more people gathered around, and some stall owners even stopped doing business and came over to watch the excitement after packing up their goods.

This was a rare and unusual occurrence under the corridor. They heard it from those in front, and the story spread like wildfire until everyone knew about the bet between the two young men. Although it was a two-on-one competition, they had agreed that whoever lost would have their winnings added to the other's total to claim the final prize. In the current situation, the one who got a perfect score naturally won. But that's not the point—the point is that their combined scores exceeded forty-five, and both were completed within four stars, perfectly meeting the other's requirement for the grand prize.

In other words, one of them can take home one of the top prizes. And whichever one it is, it's a high-quality formal suit worth hundreds of thousands or even millions of gold coins, while the cost they made to acquire it was less than five thousand gold coins…

Will the stall owner really give it to me? This is a question that many people have in mind.

As for the two individuals involved, their attention was not immediately focused on redeeming the prize.

The results were in. Both of them fell silent.

Jiang Hui was looking at the situation ahead and confirming her score. On the other side... she didn't know what the other person was thinking, but she felt that they suddenly became much quieter.

Jiang Hui guessed that the other party was probably unwilling to accept defeat... That guy has always been such a competitive person. Over the years, he has to compete in everything. He even dared to compete with Clarence, but he has never had a chance of winning against Jiang Hui.

This time, of course, is no different.

But she couldn't possibly intentionally lose just to appease the other person, could she? Especially since the other person had requested the match. Jiang Hui always took her field seriously and never took anything for granted. Winning was winning, and losing was losing; she had to give it her all to be worthy of every effort she made.

Jiang Hui remained silent, waiting for the person next to her to process the information.

Sometimes she genuinely felt that the other person was too awkward, unable to see the outside world, and insisted on pursuing his goals, which made his life exceptionally difficult.

Actually, he could relax a little. True growth is never forced. Walking the path honestly and steadily might open up more possibilities for him.

However, these ideas are merely her own opinions, a bunch of empty rhetoric, and might not even be as effective as a single criticism from the outside world in other people's ears.

So Jiang Hui remained silent, learning to respect a heart that was both proud and fragile, which was also a way of preserving their three years of friendship.

The boy seemed deaf to everything around him. When the results came out, he appeared frozen, silent and expressionless. He gripped the worn-out gun tightly, as if unwilling to let go of something other than a weapon.

Twenty-two shots, twenty-four shots, they seem about the same, just two shots apart... yet you can still vaguely see the difference between the two people—a huge difference.

Jaidi had known this for a long time; he knew he couldn't compare to the other person even three years before the latter suddenly appeared. But so many years had passed, and despite his tremendous efforts, he still couldn't close the gap, and in fact, the gap seemed to be widening.

Is this his limit?
(End of this chapter)