The Rise of a Special Forces Soldier Abandoned by a Wealthy Family

Another area.

A wide-open meadow.

More than forty snipers sat in a semi-circle.

Their gazes were all focused in the same direction—

Ye Feng.

Ye Feng stood in the center.

His figure was tall and slender, yet sharp.

The moonlight shone on him, outlining his cold and austere features.

His eyes were like those of a hawk.

Scanning every face.

Those faces were filled with admiration.

An almost fanatical worship.

"Blind shooting and intuitive shooting."

Ye Feng's voice was as cold as ice.

"If you rely on your eyes, you'll always be one step behind."

He took a black cloth strip out of his pocket.

Slowly cover your eyes.

Tie it tightly behind your head.

The entire venue was deathly silent.

More than forty snipers held their breath.

His eyes were fixed on Ye Feng.

Ye Feng pointed to a teammate beside him.

"Throw stones."

The team member was stunned for a moment.

Then, he picked up a pebble.

Throw it forcefully behind Ye Feng!

The pebble streaked through the air.

silent.

Swift as lightning.

But Ye Feng—

The moment the pebble was thrown, the person had already started turning around!

His body is like that of a cheetah!

His ears were picking up the sound of the wind!

His skin felt the movement of the air!

"Bang--!!!"

The pebble made a slight sound the instant it touched the concrete surface.

Gunshots rang out!

The bullet hit the stone precisely!

"Snapped!"

The stones were shattered into pieces!

Powder, drifting in the moonlight!

The scene remained deathly silent.

But the breathing of the forty-odd people became heavy.

It became scalding hot.

Those heavy breaths were filled with shock, excitement, and disbelief!

Ye Feng tore off the blindfold.

His eyes remained cold.

It was as if that shocking shot from just now was nothing out of the ordinary.

"Tonight, what you need to do is—"

His voice drifted over slowly.

"Close your eyes."

"Feel the wind with your facial skin."

"Feel the humidity in the air."

"With your ears, with your heart—"

"Feel everything around you."

He paused.

"Don't think this is difficult."

"When you can instantly remember every blade of grass and every tree around you—"

"It can instantly calm one's senses and mind—"

"That way, you can spot all the anomalies."

"I don't expect you to hit the target."

"But at least you can tell the general direction."

The team members nodded frantically.

I was afraid of missing a single word.

"at the same time--"

Ye Feng's voice became even deeper.

"I will teach you what true—"

"Super disguise technique."

Super disguise?

Everyone's eyes lit up instantly!

"Disguise is not just about changing clothes."

Ye Feng's gaze was like a blade.

"It's about changing your posture, your scent, and your eyes—"

"And breathing rhythm."

"By blending into the mountains and forests, you become one with the grass and trees."

"By blending into the mound, you become the sand and gravel."

"remember--"

"Pay attention to the lighting and angle."

"Because sunlight will automatically expose your hidden shadows—"

"And the reflection from your sniper rifle scopes."

"A top-notch sniper will use sunlight—"

"Illumination at different times and from different directions—"

"Can instantly spot environmental contrasts."

"Therefore, you must pay attention to the lighting and environment."

"We also need to put in the effort in this area."

He paused.

May every word be deeply imprinted in the minds of the team members.

"A top-notch sniper—"

"It's not just about accuracy."

"Instead, it's about utilizing and tracking wind direction, light, and the environment."

"It is also a psychological game."

"When you pull the trigger—"

"The first step is not to determine whether the enemy has been killed."

"Instead, it's about ensuring your own absolute safety."

"And sense the danger around you, and find the next hiding place."

"Because the bullet has already been fired, it's beyond anyone's control."

"The only thing I can control—"

"Do you still have the chance to continue fighting?"

The words fell.

The entire room fell into a long silence.

More than forty snipers sat there like statues.

But their hearts are in turmoil.

Ye Feng looked at them.

"alright."

"That's all I can say for now in this on-site teaching session."

"Becoming a top sniper isn't something that can be achieved in a few words."

"That's a combination of understanding, experience, and perseverance."

He turned around.

Ready to leave.

I took two steps.

stop.

Look back.

Three days later—

His voice carried a faint hint of amusement.

"Let me see how much you've learned."

Done.

He disappeared into the night.

More than forty snipers were left behind, sitting in place.

For a long time, no one moved.

finally--

Someone spoke up.

"Damn it... are these drill instructors even human?"

The voice trembled.

"Blindfolded, can you hit a pebble just by listening to the wind?"

The other person swallowed hard.

"This is... Instructor Number Two."

"Only he could stand up to the head instructor's sniping."

"He is also the chief instructor's sworn brother."

"practice!"

Someone stood up.

"practice--!!!"

More than forty people stood up at the same time.

Start by blindfolding.

Start feeling the wind.

Begin, embark on the path to becoming a top sniper.