Everyone was numb.

They felt like they weren't watching a shooting test, but witnessing a miracle.

Su Tang calmly fired her eighth bullet.

"Bang!"

"Ten rings!"

Ninth shot.

"Bang!"

"Ten rings!"

Only one bullet left!

Everyone felt as if an invisible hand was gripping their hearts, and their breath caught in their throats.

Nine perfect scores of ten rings is already a score of ninety rings, enough to crush everyone else, including Jiang Yan's previous score of ninety-four rings.

But everyone knew that this last shot was of extraordinary significance.

It will determine whether a new record—the Grand Slam—can be set today!

Su Tang slowly exhaled, and white mist rose and quickly dissipated in the cold air.

Her eyes were more focused than ever before.

The whole world consisted of her, the gun, and the bullseye fifty meters away.

"Bang!"

The last bullet, carrying everyone's expectations, whistled out.

Time seemed to stretch out infinitely at this moment.

The target marker, holding his binoculars, stared intently at the bullet hole in the bullseye, now enlarged by the bullet, and with all his might, let out a thunderous shout:

"Report! Su An, total score... 100 rings!"

Full ring!

Dead silence.

After a deathly silence that lasted for three seconds, there was a complete upheaval, like a volcanic eruption!

"One hundred rings! A perfect score!!"

"My goodness! In all my years in the army, this is the first time I've ever seen someone score a perfect 100!"

"Gun God! This guy is definitely a Gun God!"

"She's using a gun with a broken sight! If you gave her a good gun, she'd probably poke a hole in the sky!"

The entire firing range erupted in excitement, with the male soldiers waving their hands and shouting "Su An" at the top of their lungs.

In an instant, all the gazes directed at Su Tang had cast aside all prejudice and distractions, leaving only the purest fervor and worship for the strong.

Wang Xiaoya and Chen Xiaocao could no longer contain themselves, screaming as they hugged each other, jumping and leaping.

Bai Wei's face turned deathly pale, inch by inch.

She couldn't help but turn to look at Jiang Yan, only to find that Jiang Yan's gaze had been firmly fixed on Su Tang the whole time. His usually indifferent eyes were now filled with unprecedented focus and... appreciation.

This discovery caused Bai Wei's heart to clench painfully, as if gripped by an invisible hand, leaving her feeling both sore and astringent, almost unable to breathe.

Qiao Lin murmured, "Impossible...impossible..." Li Yue next to her was too shocked to utter a sound, staring at Su An's back as if she were looking at a monster.

On the high platform, Chief Instructor Lei Kuan slowly lowered his binoculars. He looked at Su Tang's back with a light in his eyes, a kind of unprecedented curiosity.

Just as the cheers from the entire stadium reached their peak.

"Everyone—!"

Lei Kuan's booming voice, amplified through the tin loudspeaker, instantly drowned out all the noise.

"Stop making noise!"

The frenzied atmosphere at the firing range came to an abrupt halt.

Everyone instinctively shut their mouths, reflexively straightened up, and looked towards the platform.

Under the watchful eyes of hundreds, Lei Kuan announced expressionlessly:

"Today's 50-meter rifle target assessment is over! Now, we are announcing the elimination list!"