Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

boom! boom! boom!

The crisp sound of gunfire echoed throughout the spacious shooting range.

Xilun lowered his right arm, and gunpowder smoke drifted down the barrel of his gun.

He pressed the latch, and six brass shell casings clattered to the ground, hitting the bullet-riddled cement floor.

The gun barrel was empty.

Xilun put away the "pepper box" and turned to walk towards the back counter.

This is the Zijing Training Ground.

Located on the edge of the downtown area, the interior is simply decorated with peeling paint.

However, it is fully equipped with ventilation equipment, soundproof walls, and various targets.

Most importantly, they offer inexpensive training rounds.

Xilun walked up to the wooden counter.

A red-haired woman wearing a tight-fitting vest stood behind the counter.

"Fifty more training rounds."

Xilun took out a silver shilling and pushed it over.

The red-haired woman took the coins.

She turned around and pulled a handful of bullets from the metal box behind her.

The sound of metal clashing together was loud and clear.

The woman lowered her head and carefully placed the bullets one by one into the grooves of the counter, counting their quantity.

Xilun leaned against the counter, quietly examining the ammunition.

The training rounds are exactly the same size as the live rounds.

But the materials are extremely cheap.

The bullet was not made of lead, but of some kind of grayish-white inferior metal.

The cartridge case has a rough surface and a dull color, lacking the shiny metallic luster of a live bullet.

The amount of explosives loaded was also greatly reduced.

If it hits a person, it will at most leave a bruise, but it cannot penetrate the skin and flesh.

It's perfect for practicing.

"Fifty, all counted."

The red-haired woman pushed the cardboard box filled with bullets toward them.

Xilun picked up the cardboard box and turned back to target position number seven.

He picked up the pepper box pistol.

Use your thumb to push the wheel open.

He picked up a grayish-white training bullet and inserted it into the slot.

Click.

The second one.

The third one.

Continue until all six slots are filled.

Xilun closed the revolver, raised his gun, and aimed at the wooden humanoid target directly in front of him.

Fifteen steps away.

Pull the trigger.

boom!

The gun muzzle spewed flames.

A cloud of sawdust exploded from the left shoulder of the wooden target.

At that very moment.

A large stream of deep red data flashed across Siron's retina.

[Skill: Basic Marksmanship (Beginner)]

[Progress: 0/100]

[Characteristics: Capable of wielding weapons and firing a gun; within ten paces, every shot hits its mark.]

Xilun stood frozen in place, his gaze fixed on the last eight words.

Within ten paces, every shot hits its mark.

That's a very high evaluation.

Xiren was well aware of his marksmanship level.

He had barely touched a gun before, and the only reason he was able to hit someone during the Black Death incident was because he was close enough.

It's only at the beginner level, yet it already guarantees a win.

After a moment's thought, he immediately decided to verify it.

Xiren, carrying his gun, strode forward.

One step, two steps.

He stopped exactly ten steps away from the wooden target.

Take a deep breath!

Air is expelled from the lungs, and the chest cavity sinks slightly.

Xilun raised his pistol, aiming the muzzle at the head of the humanoid target.

There was no deliberate aiming.

He simply focused his attention highly on the goal.

next second.

A strange premonition arose.

Muscles, bones, and breath achieve a delicate balance at this moment.

The position of the gun barrel establishes an invisible line with the head of the wooden target in the field of vision.

His intuition told him he could hit the jackpot.

Without hesitation, Siron pulled the trigger.

boom!

The red dot representing the ten-ring in the very center of the wooden target exploded instantly.

Wood chips flew everywhere.

Right in the bull's eye.

Xilun's eyelids twitched.

Without pausing, he pulled the trigger again.

boom!

boom!

Two shots in quick succession.

The bullet landed precisely on the edge of the first bullet hole.

The three bullet holes are arranged in a triangular pattern, all falling within the ten-ring area.

The gun barrel was hot.

Xilun put down his pistol and exhaled a breath of stale air.

[He truly has an unerring aim.]

He made a judgment in his mind.

But a side effect followed quickly: a sharp pain in my temples.

It consumes a great deal of energy.

The "locked" state we just experienced was not simply muscle memory.

It requires a high degree of mental focus to guide it.

After firing three shots in a row, Xilun felt slightly dizzy.

This is definitely not a skill that you can hit the target by just blindfolding yourself and randomly firing.

Moreover, there are fuzzy boundaries to the level of precision.

Xiren recalled the shooting process.

He aimed at the "head" of the wooden target.

The bullet did indeed hit the head area.

But if he wants to accurately hit the target's left eye, or the center of the forehead.

That sense of "locking in" will become shaky.

Within ten paces, every shot hits its mark.

What is guaranteed is the "hit range", not the "absolute landing point".

Slapping someone in the face is no problem.

It's impossible to precisely cut a single hair.

Having figured out the details of its characteristics, Xilun reloaded the bullets.

He began mechanical, repetitive training.

Raise the gun.

Concentrate.

locking.

shooting.

Remove the spent cartridge case.

boom! boom! boom!

Gunshots rang out continuously at target position number seven.

Xilun spent the entire afternoon at the shooting range.

Sweat soaked through the back of his shirt.

My right arm muscles feel slightly sore from the recoil.

The data stream on the retina occasionally flickers.

[Successfully completed a firearms shooting exercise, Basic Shooting Experience +1]

[Successfully completed a firearms shooting exercise, Basic Shooting Experience +1]

[Successfully completed a firearms shooting exercise, Basic Shooting Experience +1]

Progress is very slow.

Xilun stopped what he was doing and rubbed his throbbing temples.

The experience will only be recorded on the panel when you fire a gun while highly focused and in a "locked-on" state.

Empty guns left lying around are meaningless.

This training method is extremely demanding on one's energy.

Xilun estimated the progress.

Based on this consumption rate.

It takes at least one to two weeks of practice each day to push basic shooting skills to the "proficient" level.

There's no way to rush it!

It can only be worn down by time.

The cardboard box I had was empty; all fifty training rounds had been used up.

Xilun disassembled the pistol, cleaned out the gunpowder residue from the chamber, and then put the gun back into the holster on his waist.

He picked up the trench coat draped over the back of the chair and put it on.

Step out of the shooting area and walk through the narrow corridor.

A commotion erupted in the hall.

The crowd gathered in the rest area on the left, occasionally erupting in cheers and sighs.

Xilun stopped in his tracks.

He looked at the red-haired woman behind the counter.

"What are they doing over there?"

The red-haired woman was bending down to organize the account books.

Upon hearing the voice, she looked up and gave a professional smile.

"There will be some activities at the shooting range in the evening. Today's activity is a moving eagle target."

Xilun raised an eyebrow.

The woman continued to explain.

"A mechanically controlled eagle-shaped target, moving very fast with an irregular trajectory."

"Participants fired training rounds."

"If you hit five out of ten bullets, you'll pass and get your money back."

"If you hit eight shots, you can choose a reward from the prize pool."

Upon hearing about the prize pool rewards, Xilun turned around, seemingly lost in thought.

How do I participate?

Xilun walked towards the counter.

The red-haired woman pointed to a metal box next to her.

"Registration fee: one shilling."

"Only one shot-fired smoothbore pistol and ten training rounds will be provided."

"Bringing your own firearms is not allowed."

Xilun reached into his pocket.

He picked up a gleaming silver shilling from his fingertips.

Clang.

The coin fell into the tin box.

Count me in.