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After Wu Mingcheng had practiced enough, the two began to stroll around the campus.

The two of them chatted leisurely about Tianchi as they walked back to their dormitory.

Upon arriving at the dormitory entrance, Xiang Yuxi turned around with a smile and encouraged Wu Mingcheng.

"Mingcheng, tomorrow is the live-fire shooting competition. I hope you can achieve a good result again, and it would be best if you could achieve a three-peat in the triathlon."

Upon hearing Xiang Yuxi's words, Wu Mingcheng smiled slightly and replied,

"Yu Xi, thank you for your kind words. You've worked hard tonight training with me. Go back and get some rest."

Chapter 141 Live-fire Shooting

The live-fire shooting competition on the second day was obviously much simpler.

They only need to compete in one round, and the rankings will be based on the final total scores.

Many students at the People's Public Security University of China knew early on that Wu Mingcheng had signed up for the triathlon.

Many of them thought Wu Mingcheng was just trying to attract attention and wouldn't even last the first round.

To everyone's surprise, Wu Mingcheng won the championship in the freestyle fighting category.

It seems Wu Mingcheng is indeed capable; they are even more excited for the live-fire shooting competition the next day.

This resulted in even more people cheering for Wu Mingcheng on the second day than on the first.

Not only were there female fans of Wu Mingcheng, but also some male students, and Wu Mingcheng's light sticks were still flashing continuously at the scene.

Soon, all the participants completed their pre-competition check-in and took their positions in the participant area.

At this moment, everyone cheered for Wu Mingcheng in unison.

"Go Mingcheng!"

"Senior Mingcheng will definitely win!"

"We will definitely win the championship!"

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After hearing the shouts from the stands, Wu Mingcheng smiled, turned around, and waved to them.

The competition mechanism for the live-fire shooting group is very simple: two rounds of shooting each, one with a pistol and the other with an assault rifle.

The rankings were determined based on the total score of the two shooting sessions, initially identifying the champion, runner-up, and third-place winners of the competition.

All athletes, accompanied by their coaches, took their positions and went to their designated spots.

On the table in front of them were a pistol, a rifle, and two magazines.

Many people became uncontrollably excited upon seeing the guns, constantly looking them over from all angles.

Wu Mingcheng stood in front of the table, his eyes closed, constantly recalling the feeling he had when he was shooting.

The coach standing nearby, observing this stark contrast, couldn't help but be surprised by Wu Mingcheng's composure.

At this moment, the referee spoke through a megaphone.

"Everyone, check your guns again to make sure there's nothing wrong with them."

If there are no problems, please quietly put the gun back in its place. If there are any problems, please raise your hand.

After saying that, everyone picked up the guns in front of them and started fiddling with them.

Wu Mingcheng picked up the pistol, cocked it, and pulled the trigger—a series of fluid movements.

His heart skipped a beat the moment he picked up the gun. No wonder men love guns; a gun is a man's courage.

These firearms were specially selected by the People's Public Security University of China for this competition, so there couldn't possibly be any major problems with them.

After everyone was ready, the referee emphasized,

Everyone, listen carefully. Begin shooting after the referee blows the whistle.

You have three minutes to empty all the bullets in the magazine, understand?

Everyone shouted in unison,

"clear,"

At this moment, the referee started the countdown and shouted,

"Three, two, one, start!"

In that instant, everyone's hands sprang into action.

There were many spectators in the stands, and some contestants, in an attempt to show off, were performing fancy and exaggerated movements while loading their magazines, looking quite dashing.

The referee, watching their actions, shook his head slightly.

In a real shooting environment, where would you be allowed to have such a fancy way of loading magazines?

Wu Mingcheng, on the other hand, was clearly much more unassuming at this moment, without any other unnecessary or flamboyant movements.

The referee looked at him with satisfaction. Shooting requires a calm mind; one cannot be impulsive.

Wu Mingcheng raised his gun and calmly aimed at the bullseye in the distance.

After stabilizing his breathing, he decisively pulled the trigger, emptying the entire magazine.

Several other contestants nearby, witnessing this, all wore expressions of disdain.

It's important to know that the recoil of a gun is considerable after each bullet is fired.

Stability will be limited, which will inevitably affect the accuracy of shooting.

It goes without saying that Wu Mingcheng firing all his bullets at once...

His final grades definitely won't be very good; Wu Mingcheng is useless too.

The coach standing nearby shook his head slightly in disappointment upon seeing this.

He had originally been quite looking forward to the performance of Wu Mingcheng, this genius student from the People's Public Security University of China.

I didn't expect him to be so perfunctory from the start; it seems he didn't take this competition seriously.

Almost everyone was pessimistic about Wu Mingcheng's performance, including the audience in the stands.

"Is Senior Mingcheng capable? He'll finish so quickly?"

"Really? Look at the other contestants,"

"Hey, hand-to-hand combat and live-fire shooting aren't the same thing,"

"Looks like our school's championship hopes are dashed this time."

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Only Xiang Yuxi remained steadfast in her belief in Wu Mingcheng, firmly convinced that he could win the championship.

However, they failed to consider the possibility that Wu Mingcheng's own strength was sufficient for him to perfectly control the gun.

Three minutes later, it was time to announce the final results.

The target announcers began reading out each person's target score one by one.

"Eighty-nine rings, ninety rings, seventy-five rings, seventy-eight rings, eighty-five rings, ninety-five rings,"

The spectators and other contestants were undoubtedly eagerly anticipating Wu Mingcheng's performance.

Some people genuinely looked forward to it, while others simply wanted to see Wu Mingcheng make a fool of himself.

When it was Wu Mingcheng's turn to be read, the target reporter hesitated noticeably.

Chapter 142 The Legendary Green Vine City

After the target reporter checked the information several times and confirmed that it was correct, he announced loudly,

"One hundred rings,"

At this moment, both the players present and the spectators in the stands were shocked.

Everyone thought Wu Mingcheng's grades wouldn't be good, or even that they would be terrible.

In the end, everyone wanted to see Wu Mingcheng make a fool of himself, but little did they know that Wu Mingcheng was the real master.

The key point is that Wu Mingcheng's shooting was like a single, seamless motion, firing all the bullets at once.

Moreover, he could hit the bullseye every time, which was simply divine skill, enough to demonstrate Wu Mingcheng's marksmanship.

At this moment, the stands erupted in cheers upon hearing the news of a perfect score of 100 rings, with everyone shouting loudly for Wu Mingcheng.

Soon after everyone's scores for this round were recorded, a new round of assault rifle competition began.

After the previous round of pistol shots, everyone realized that Wu Mingcheng was actually a firearms expert.

They couldn't help but look forward to seeing how Wu Mingcheng would perform with an assault rifle.

At this moment, with the referee's signal, all the contestants began to move.

Wu Mingcheng loaded the magazine, picked up his gun, and began to aim.

At this moment, he stared at the bullseye in the distance, which seemed to grow infinitely larger in his eyes.

Then he began firing, pausing for about three or four seconds between each shot.

Although he didn't fire in bursts, he was still much faster than the other competitors.