Chapter Forty-Nine: Elevate Your Own Abilities!

Unbeknownst to him, five or six hours had slipped by. The sun was high in the sky, its rays blazing down, and it was already midday. The other special forces soldiers had gone to the mess hall for lunch, but only Qin Feng remained at the shooting range, relentlessly training, firing one sniper bullet after another.

He persevered, sweat streaming from his body under the scorching sun, droplets falling steadily, his exhaustion evident. Yet he showed no sign of stopping, continuing his shooting practice. Su Yun grew concerned that Qin Feng’s reckless training might prove dangerous, and that pushing himself so hard could easily backfire, yielding diminishing returns.

“I need to go check on him,” Su Yun thought to herself. She stepped out from the barracks and hurried toward the shooting range, eager to gauge Qin Feng’s progress. Only by understanding his training effectiveness could she help him improve and bolster his strength.

“How are you feeling now? Can you still keep going?” Su Yun asked, worried that such intense training might harm Qin Feng’s health. She believed a reasonable approach was necessary.

“I’m fine, I can keep going,” Qin Feng replied, chambering another sniper round and firing. He was determined to persist, to constantly push his limits, to elevate his sniping skills, to grow stronger, and to become a true warrior. When the time came to enter the battlefield, only then could he kill the enemy with precision.

He knew the importance of a sniper; he never wanted to falter at a critical moment in combat.

“You can still keep going? Your physical endurance is remarkable.” Su Yun was astonished by Qin Feng’s resilience—it far exceeded her expectations. If it had been anyone else, they would likely have collapsed from exhaustion long ago, unable even to speak. Did he have some unique method of recovery, or was there another secret? She pondered, but respected that Qin Feng likely had his own secrets to protect and had no intention of prying.

“Quick recovery is a blessing,” Su Yun thought, feeling a surge of happiness. Qin Feng's ability to recover rapidly was a significant advantage—on the battlefield, he would be able to regain his strength quickly, making it difficult for the enemy to defeat him and enabling him to survive and continually strike.

“Let’s test his training results now, see what level his shooting has reached,” Su Yun decided, then turned to Qin Feng and said, “Ten targets, ten rounds. Begin now.”

“Yes!” Qin Feng understood that Su Yun was assessing his progress. He took a deep breath to compose himself, closed his eyes to relax his body, restoring some energy, and silently vowed to achieve a good score. Once the ache in his eyes subsided, he snapped them open, a sharp intensity emanating from him as if unsheathing a sword, the air around him charged with an aura of battle. Without hesitation, he squeezed the trigger. “Bang.”

The sniper round shot out and struck the target swiftly.

“Ten rings,” Su Yun reported calmly. She noted that Qin Feng’s shooting had improved dramatically, displaying a formidable skill. She wondered how the next nine shots would fare.

“Bang, bang, bang!” Qin Feng continued, his pace steady, each shot spaced no more than three seconds apart. Su Yun coolly announced the scores, observing that Qin Feng’s accuracy was steadily improving. She felt satisfied with his performance.

After about thirty seconds, Qin Feng finished the ten rounds. Su Yun looked at him, surprise flickering in her eyes. His results were better than she had anticipated.

However, her expression remained composed. Turning to Qin Feng, she asked, “Qin Feng, do you know how many rings you scored?”

“I’m not sure. It can’t be too bad, right?” Qin Feng replied, feeling his performance was less than ideal—not every shot had hit ten rings.

“If you think it’s bad, do you know your lowest score per shot?” Su Yun pressed. She felt Qin Feng had done quite well, though there was room for improvement.

“Nine rings,” Qin Feng answered. That was his worst shot, and because of it, he was dissatisfied with his overall score. Had he hit ten rings with every bullet, he would have been more content.

“There was indeed a nine-ring shot. Do you want to know your total score?” Su Yun asked, seeing his nervousness—perhaps driven by his desire to improve. She admired Qin Feng’s ambition.

“Yes, I want to know,” Qin Feng replied without hesitation. Knowing his performance would allow him to identify his weaknesses and further refine his sniping skills.

“Alright, I’ll tell you now: ninety-nine rings. What do you think?” Su Yun looked at him, her heart filled with joy though her face remained calm. Qin Feng’s shooting was excellent, but just short of perfect. If he could score one hundred rings, that would be truly impressive.

“Ninety-nine rings—just one short of a hundred,” Qin Feng lowered his head, feeling the result was not as good as he had hoped.

“No matter, keep training and you’ll get a hundred rings in time,” Su Yun said, confident in her judgment of Qin Feng’s character. He was ambitious, and with continued effort, a perfect score was within reach.

“Yes,” Qin Feng replied, knowing he was only one ring away from perfection. He would train harder to improve his shooting.

“Good. Keep working, raise your level. If you manage a perfect score, perhaps you could catch up with your Tiger Special Forces’ King of Snipers. If you really score a hundred rings, I might consider letting you challenge him—so you can see the gap between you and the King, as well as gauge your true strength. Whether you surpass him is up to you.”

Su Yun said, her confidence in Qin Feng growing. She believed his sniping skills were steadily advancing, that each training session brought new surprises. Continuous practice and constant progress—this was a wonderful thing.