Chapter Fifty-Two: Su Yun, When Will I Surpass the King of Snipers?

At midday, the sun hung high in the sky. More than five hours had passed, which meant that Qin Feng had been at the shooting range for over five hours. The others had gone to eat, but only Qin Feng remained, steadfast in his training. He seemed intent on constantly refining his abilities, elevating his marksmanship with each shot.

Su Yun noticed Qin Feng drenched in sweat, looking exhausted under the blazing sun. She worried that if he continued to push himself so recklessly, it might backfire. Emerging from the barracks near the training ground, she hurried over to his side.

“How are you holding up? Can you still continue?” Su Yun asked, her tone full of concern.

“I’m fine. I can keep going,” Qin Feng replied, firing another sniper round as he spoke. He was determined to strengthen his training, to push his limits and improve his sniper skills. If he could become a sniper in the future and fight on the battlefield, he would be better equipped to support his comrades, defeat enemies, and complete his missions.

“He has remarkable stamina. It’s no wonder, considering he grew up in the jungles,” Su Yun thought to herself. If it were anyone else, after training for so long under the scorching sun, they would have collapsed long ago, unable even to speak. Perhaps Qin Feng had his own method of recovery. Su Yun guessed at this possibility, though she knew little else; all she could tell was that Qin Feng’s rapid recovery was a good thing.

She watched him persist in his training and decided to check his shooting results. Glancing at the target, she said, “Target number six, ten rounds.”

With that, Su Yun raised her binoculars, intent on observing his performance—curious whether he could achieve better accuracy this time.

“Yes,” Qin Feng replied, fully aware that Su Yun was assessing his progress. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes for a moment to ease himself, then snapped them open, a sharp glint shining within. Su Yun felt a sudden illusion, as if Qin Feng had become a sword drawn from its sheath, his aura radiating intensely. Without hesitation, Qin Feng squeezed the trigger. “Bang!” A bullet shot forth, slicing through the air and vanishing in an instant.

“Ten rings,” Su Yun reported calmly, judging that Qin Feng’s shot was quite good.

“Bang, bang, bang!” Qin Feng continued, firing with measured precision—one round every three seconds. If he shot too quickly, the bullets might group too tightly, diminishing the effect. Spaced shots produced better results, and since this was training, not actual combat, it made recording his scores easier.

On the battlefield, accuracy would serve only the purpose of killing the enemy.

Su Yun’s steady voice counted each shot, and she noted Qin Feng’s steady progress—a promising sign that pleased her.

Soon, Qin Feng finished his ten shots, each one meticulously executed. When he completed the round, Su Yun’s eyes flashed with surprise. She could see Qin Feng was improving, and not just a little. Her expression quickly returned to its usual composure, serene and unruffled. She looked at Qin Feng and asked, “Do you know how many rings you hit in total? Would you like to know your score?”

“I’d like to, but I don’t know my total score,” Qin Feng replied. “It shouldn’t be worse than last time, right?”

He felt confident that his performance this time wouldn’t be inferior to his last. He had focused intently on each shot, convinced that he could achieve a good score.

“Why don’t you guess how many rings you hit?” Su Yun prompted, watching him closely, curious about his own assessment of his shooting.

“Hmm, about ninety-nine or a hundred rings,” Qin Feng mused, believing that was a reasonable estimate.

“Try to be more precise,” Su Yun encouraged.

“Ninety-nine rings?” Qin Feng ventured.

“No,” Su Yun replied.

“It can’t be worse than last time, can it?” Qin Feng said, worried that if his score was lower, all his training would have been in vain.

“No. Let me tell you the real score. It’s one hundred rings,” Su Yun announced. She hadn’t expected Qin Feng to achieve such a result—most people couldn’t manage it. It surprised her, but seeing Qin Feng’s relentless pursuit of perfection, she knew he would keep improving, growing ever stronger.

“Are you serious?” Qin Feng asked, unable to believe it. He thought his performance wasn’t bad, but a hundred rings exceeded his expectations. He was thrilled.

“Yes, see for yourself,” Su Yun said, handing him the binoculars. Qin Feng looked through them and confirmed it—he had indeed scored one hundred rings.

“One hundred rings—I finally did it!” Qin Feng rejoiced inwardly, realizing that his skills were steadily improving. It was a gratifying achievement.

“I will continue to improve, reflect, and learn, striving to become a master sniper,” Qin Feng promised himself, his gaze steely with determination. He would keep honing his marksmanship, aiming to become a sniper who could make a significant impact.

“Although you scored a hundred rings, this is only the beginning. There’s much more for you to learn and improve. Don’t let this satisfy you or halt your progress. You must keep working hard to raise your skills, surpass the King of Snipers—even me. You need to keep striving, understand?” Su Yun looked at Qin Feng, her eyes full of hope. She knew he had immense potential, but if he became complacent, his skills might stagnate and never advance. So she reminded him.

“Yes,” Qin Feng replied, his eyes resolute. He would keep improving, growing stronger, and become a master sniper.

“Su Yun, when can I surpass the King of Snipers?” Qin Feng asked, eager to challenge the renowned marksman. He longed to know if he could best him.

“Train for another month. Then, I’ll see if I can talk to the captain and arrange a match between you and the King of Snipers. By then, you’ll know whether you can surpass him,” Su Yun replied after a moment’s thought. She believed Qin Feng’s skills were rapidly improving, and since he seemed genuinely eager for the challenge, it might be possible to arrange a duel between him and the King of Snipers.