Martial Arts Godhood: At the Start, Rebels Asked Me to Be an Undercover Agent

"Passing on a message? Trying to challenge me again?"

"Hmm, there are quite a few people," Chu Wenlong said.

Upon hearing this, Guan Chaoyang put a hand on Xiao Wang's shoulder and said, "I told you, after your famous fight yesterday, there were bound to be a lot of people coming to challenge you. Look, here they are! Let's go and see."

The three of them talked as they headed toward the training hall.

Xiao Wang initially didn't want to compete, wanting to hide his strength as much as possible. Firstly, it was for the Yuanwu talent selection program, so he had to hide his trump cards as much as possible. Secondly, it was also for revenge, as being too dazzling would easily attract attention and investigation. Thirdly, although such a competition had a training effect, it was not very useful for breaking through the Tiger Ben Fist Intent, and it was not much different from practicing alone.

But now he has changed his mind.

Because the second combat technique, Vajra Leg, urgently needs to be improved in proficiency, this kind of battle is a good opportunity.

The three of them entered the training hall, which was crowded with people, including not only students from No. 7 Middle School but also students from various other middle schools. There was more than one person there to take on the challenge.

After Xiao Wang went in, the students automatically made way for him. Xiao Wang did not hesitate and walked directly to the open space in the middle.

Whether they knew him or not, all eyes in the room automatically focused on him.

After a brief pause.

He looked around at the crowd and said, "I am Xiao Wang."

"You're Xiao Wang? Hong Xinxin from No. 3 Middle School asked me to pass on a message to you..."

"Shhh."

Before the classmate could finish speaking, Xiao Wang immediately made a shushing gesture.

He then coughed twice, cleared his throat, and addressed everyone loudly: "Since quite a few people have come to challenge me, I'll say it all at once: anyone who wants to challenge me can come next Wednesday. You don't need to notify me in advance. Anyone who wants to challenge me can come. I'll settle this once and for all. After that day, I won't pay any attention to anyone who wants to challenge me. I'm very busy, okay?"

After Xiao Wang finished speaking, the entire room fell silent at first, and then erupted into a clamor.

"Challenge everyone in one day? Did I hear that right? That's incredibly arrogant."

"Yeah, so they think they're something special just because they beat someone ranked 73rd yesterday?"

"Who says otherwise? Anyone who didn't know better would think he was number one, but he's ranked 23rd. It's hilarious."

Not only those from other schools who came to deliver the message, but also many people from our own school, No. 7 Middle School, felt that Xiao Wang's show of bravado was a bit too much.

Xiao Wang ignored these words and walked straight towards the entrance of the training hall.

Guan Chaoyang gave him a thumbs up, "Your momentum is awesome, you took down everyone in one go."

Chu Wenlong asked with some concern, "Brother Wang, now that you've said that, it's not just those ranked lower who will come to challenge you; I'm afraid those ranked higher will also come."

"Why would someone ranked so high challenge me?"

"Because you stole their thunder." Chu Wenlong paused, then added, "To be honest, Brother Wang, I think what you just said was quite arrogant. I think it will spread to various schools soon."

"Let it spread. It's not like we absolutely have to win. If we lose, no one will challenge us, right?"

Xiao Wang spoke casually, not paying much attention, but he hadn't thought of what Chu Wenlong had said. He just didn't want to keep accepting challenges from others, so he decided to resolve it all at once.

Anyway, there's no turning back now that the arrow has been released; there's no going back on what I said.

Amidst the gazes of the crowd, Xiao Wang walked straight out of the school gate and headed towards the police station.

Behind him, however, there was still a chorus of discussion about what he had just said.

After arriving at the police station, I went directly to the firearms training center.

Upon arriving at the venue, I saw Wei Zi holding a pistol and standing at the sniper rifle firing position, with a target marker 80 meters away in front of her.

Xiao Wang could tell from her posture that she was practicing the 80-meter target position he had used to show off.

Today, Wei Zi wore a pair of tight jeans, white canvas flats, and a short T-shirt tucked into her pants.

She still looks very capable and has a great figure.

Coach Wei.

Xiao Wang called out.

Upon hearing the sound, Wei Zi immediately put away her gun, then turned around and looked at Xiao Wang calmly, "You're here."

"Hmm, what was the coach practicing just now?" Xiao Wang asked deliberately.

"Do I need to report to you what I'm practicing?"

Xiao Wang didn't seem to care and continued, "Hey, what's that 80-meter target for? Are you practicing 80-meter pistol shooting?"

Wei Zi's expression froze for a moment, then she regained her composure. "What? I can't practice, but you're the only one who can shoot?"

"No, Coach Wei, do you want me to...?"

"unnecessary."

"I haven't even finished speaking, how would you know what I'm going to say? You don't need to know."

"Anyway, I don't need it, so shut up."

Xiao Wang was secretly pleased to see her wanting yet haughtily denying it.

"Alright, I won't tease you anymore, Coach Wei. What are we practicing today?"

"Today we'll practice gun calibration and the most basic shooting posture, standing shooting at a 10-meter target," Wei Zi replied as she went directly to the pistol shooting position.

"Come here and watch carefully," Wei Zi called out to Xiao Wang.

Xiao Wang walked over and stood next to Wei Zi, a faint scent of perfume wafting over.

Then, Wei Zi quickly drew her gun, aimed, and fired ten shots at the ten-meter target, filling a magazine.

bang bang bang bang...

After firing, she even blew a fragrant breeze towards the smoke from the gun muzzle with her small mouth.

"Look at the target paper. Now I ask you, if my aim is correct, what do you see?"

Xiao Wang looked at the distribution of bullet holes on the ten-meter target; they were all biased towards the lower right.

"Coach, the aiming line is off."

"How should I adjust it?"

"It should be adjusted to the upper left."

Wei Zi listened and nodded. "You're quite quick-witted. This is how you calibrate a gun. First, fire a few shots along the current aiming line, then adjust the aiming line according to the offset position. That's how you calibrate the gun. Calibration is very simple; you can just adjust it directly."

As Wei Zi spoke, she immediately demonstrated it to Xiao Wang.

After the demonstration.

"Have you learned it?"

"I understand."

"Alright, now comes the most important part: shooting training. There are no shortcuts; it all comes down to one word: practice!"

"Let me first teach you the standing one-handed gun grip posture, and some things to pay attention to when gripping a gun."

As Wei Zi spoke, she stood at the shooting position, feet slightly apart, head tilted to the side, standing straight, holding the gun with her hand raised horizontally, and then aimed.

"Like me, do you see clearly?"

"Understood."

"Also, there's recoil when you fire a gun, so our arms need to have a pre-emptive counterforce, meaning we need to exert a counterforce before firing..."

Wei Zi explained all the details that needed attention, and Xiao Wang wrote them down one by one.

Then Wei Zi handed the gun to Xiao Wang.

"From now on, it mainly depends on yourself. Keep practicing. Of course, you can also use the technique you used to hit an 80-meter target to aim."

"Coach, are you still hung up on that?"

"Stop talking nonsense and get to work."

Xiao Wang picked up his gun and began practicing at the ten-meter target, following Wei Zi's instructions.

Each shot fired.

Xiao Wang then shouted a sentence.

"Twenty, twenty, twenty..."

Wei Zi watched from the side and asked, "What is that thing?"

"Each bullet costs twenty federal dollars, that's a lot of money."

While practicing, Xiao Wang also constantly adapted, summarized and reviewed his performance, striving to make every bullet worthwhile and improve himself by one point.

In less than ten minutes, Xiao Wang had used up all the remaining 100 bullets that Wei Zi had received.

He hadn't felt anything yet, so he went to the window and got another 100 bullets, which were still within the bullet quota transferred by Wen Lujia.

It didn't make him feel too bad.

But less than half an hour after I claimed them, all 100 were gone.

Moreover, he became increasingly addicted to shooting, almost like an obsessive-compulsive disorder, unable to stop until he hit the bullseye.

I had no choice but to go and collect another 100 bullets.

"Damn, the bullets are flowing like water. At this rate, we'll be eating dirt. Looks like I'll have to fight a few more life-or-death battles to earn money to buy more bullets."