For intermediate and senior pastors, accuracy is an extremely crucial assessment criterion.

After all, when tens of thousands of people are fighting, it's impossible to have a priest sandwiched in the middle of the warriors' ranks.

Standing far behind the team allows for precise targeting of healing objectives, relying entirely on long-range aiming in addition to pre-marking elemental targets.

"Hey! Xuefeng! Your girlfriend's here to see you!"

On the 50-meter rifle prone shooting practice range, several boys stood on the sidelines with their rifles on their shoulders, gazing into the distance with their hands above their eyebrows, occasionally calling out excitedly to those behind them.

Wang Xuefeng lay on the ground without raising his head, steadily firing all 60 bullets, leaving only one bullet hole in the bullseye.

Anyone who didn't know better would think he only fired once.

It seems his classmates have gotten used to it; from screaming at the beginning to taking it for granted now, it's only been a week.

"Okay, Xuefeng, you're dismissed." The instructor ticked a box on the list.

"Thank you, Professor Lin."

"You're welcome."

Wang Xuefeng turned around and returned the practice gun to its original position.

"Hehehe? You couldn't hold your temper~" A boy walked up and patted his chest.

"What are you doing?" Wang Xuefeng dodged.

Another boy grinned and climbed onto his shoulder, whispering in his ear, "You usually fire one bullet per second, but just now it was 0.85 seconds!"

"Cough cough cough!" The other boys started coughing.

"Hey, hey? Why are you meddling in this..." Wang Xuefeng had a good relationship with these boys, and this kind of conversation happened more than ten times a day.

"Go away! Go away! Don't come back!"

The crowd shoved him out of the line with disdain, as if they were all united in their hatred of him and had fired him.