The bottles in the arena were already set up. Yan Hongyi explained personally, "There are five bullets in the gun. The targets are five bottles, placed at ten meters, twenty meters, fifty meters, one hundred meters, and two hundred meters respectively. Whoever hits more targets wins. Is that clear?" Yan Hongyi asked.
"No problem," Zhu Yanyi and Pan Hua both replied.
Yan Hongyi saw they understood and said, "Then let's begin. Who goes first?"
Zhu Yanyi stuck out her tongue and raised her hand with a smile. "I'll go first. If Instructor Pan breaks all five bottles, I'll feel pressured. So, I'll shoot now while there's no pressure from others."
"Alright." Pan Hua didn't mind. Compared to her, Zhu Yanyi had spent much less time handling guns. It was natural for her to feel pressure, so letting her go first was fine.
Someone handed Zhu Yanyi a rifle. She weighed it in her hands. At this moment, she thought of Yan Aohan. When teaching her shooting, she constantly switched guns. Her goal wasn't to make her a sharpshooter, but to help her adapt to various firearms. One never knew what kind of gun would appear in different situations, and each had its own characteristics. Yan Aohan didn't want Zhu Yanyi to be in danger later. During training, she didn't just use rifles; she even let her practice with sniper rifles. Zhu Yanyi remembered being startled when learning to use the sniper rifle because it was so heavy. Fortunately, her internal energy was deep, and she had special abilities. Otherwise, she couldn't have even lifted it.
The rifle in front of her was a standard one for new recruits, with a moderate weight. Zhu Yanyi weighed it in her hand and said, "The maximum effective range of this rifle should be around one hundred and eighty meters." Her voice was soft, but Yan Hongyi and those around her heard it. Yan Hongyi was slightly stunned. She looked at Zhu Yanyi. Judging the shooting distance just by weighing the gun was a skill she had only seen in Yan Aohan. She remembered looking at Yan Aohan skeptically when she said that, but the results proved Yan Aohan was completely correct.
"This one is for shooting within one hundred meters. After that, we'll switch to another rifle for the two-hundred-meter target," Yan Hongyi explained.
Zhu Yanyi realized, "I see. But we don't need to change guns. I can just adjust a part later." Without waiting for Yan Hongyi's reply, she walked to the shooting position. She spread her feet slightly apart, held the rifle with both hands, one in front and one behind. Her left hand supported the stock, and her right hand rested on the trigger. She aimed. At this moment, her powerful mental strength came into play. With a "bang," the bottle at ten meters shattered into pieces with a "pop."
"Good," Luo Kun clapped from the side. She had worried that Zhu Yanyi might only know the motions, but seeing her now, it seemed she was quite familiar with shooting.
In the shadows, Yan Aohan smiled slightly. She hadn't forgotten how Zhu Yanyi used to slack off when learning to shoot. But now, she muttered to herself, "Second Brother, I wonder if you'll realize I taught Ani when you see her shooting style." Indeed, since Yan Aohan taught Zhu Yanyi, her shooting style resembled her. Yan Hongyi had already noticed this.