Zhao Zhuowen hurriedly ordered the young general to search for Lin Chen's location to see if he had been shot. However, the drone did not find any trace of Lin Chen. At this moment, Black Mamba suddenly thought of something, grabbed the young general's hand, and quickly zoomed in on the image.

And the location he zoomed in on turned out to be Huang Ya's hiding place!

Everyone could clearly see that Huang Ya clutched her hand and collapsed to the side!

Could it be that Huang Ya wasn't the one who fired the shot, but rather she was the one who got hit?!

The demon sword suddenly threw away the lit cigarette and then rushed into the forest with all its might.

In another secluded corner, Huang Ya's figure appeared somewhat frail. She leaned weakly against the side, her right hand tightly covering her left hand, where a bright red stain was quietly seeping in, like a dewdrop unwilling to leave in the morning light, yet carrying an undeniable stinging pain.

Most bizarrely, the fatal gunshot didn't reach her ears until three seconds after she was shot! As if mocking fate, the curse of "three seconds of death" also came true for her, allowing her to personally experience this unprecedented shock and despair.

"Am I really going to lose like this?"

In Huang Ya's heart, these three words were like a heavy hammer, repeatedly striking her will, making her almost unable to care about the pain on her body, and her thoughts were completely occupied by these three words.

Time seemed to stretch out infinitely at this moment, and every second became exceptionally heavy.

Demon Blade, that ghostly figure, had already taken the lead and rushed into the dense forest. Seeing this, the others quickly followed Zhao Zhuowen and chased after him.

They were filled with doubt. They clearly thought that Huang Ya had fired the shot, so why was she the one who was injured? And where was Lin Chen, the opponent who could not be found in the drone footage, hiding?

Yao Dao was the first to spot Huang Ya. He asked anxiously, "Sanmiao, what happened to you? Are you badly injured?"

However, Huang Ya seemed not to hear his question. She simply shouldered the gun with one hand, stood up unsteadily, and walked straight outside. Soon after, she encountered Zhao Zhuowen and his group who had rushed over.

Looking at the mottled bloodstains on Huang Ya's hands, the answer seemed self-evident.

Zhao Zhuowen rushed to Huang Ya and asked anxiously, "Sanmiao, are you alright?" His tone revealed undisguised worry, after all, the drone footage clearly showed Huang Ya's injuries. But seeing that she could still hold a gun and walk on her own, he felt a little relieved, at least the injuries weren't fatal.

Huang Ya was clearly downcast. She said softly, "I'm fine, I'm going to rest now." After saying that, she walked past Zhao Zhuowen and continued towards the tent. Yao Dao saw this and wanted to help her up, but Huang Ya pushed him aside rudely.

"Three-second girl, where's Old Dog?" Black Mamba's voice suddenly rang out, causing Huang Ya to pause slightly.

"It should be further ahead," Huang Ya replied calmly, then continued walking. "Captain, you won this time."

After entering the tent, Huang Ya's voice came again, which was undoubtedly a clear announcement of the outcome of this sniper battle—Lin Chen won.

This result undoubtedly surprised everyone. Zhao Zhuowen finally smiled, a smile of pride for Lin Chen's outstanding performance.

About three minutes later, Lin Chen finally appeared in everyone's sight. As soon as he appeared, everyone's eyes fell on the gun in his hand to check if it had been fired. Lin Chen, however, held the gun openly, making him stand out conspicuously.

"Old dog, you're something else!" Zhao Zhuowen patted Lin Chen on the shoulder, a gesture that became a special form of recognition for Lin Chen.

"Brother Overlord, why is there strange smoke in this forest? Why didn't you tell me sooner?" Lin Chen was somewhat dissatisfied, as no one had informed him of such an important rule of the game beforehand.

"There was no smoke originally, it's all the young general's fault!" Zhao Zhuowen quickly shifted the blame to the innocent young general.

The young general was taken aback and was about to retort when Yang Meilin pinched him hard, leaving him with no choice but to swallow his bitterness.

“That’s right, old dog, it was all a smokescreen created by the young general, it has nothing to do with us,” Yang Meilin added, making the young general even more exasperated.

"Alright, alright, I won't hold it against you. By the way, what about Three-Second Girl? How is she?" Lin Chen asked with concern.

"We were just about to ask you that too. You hit her, but where did you hit her? Why couldn't we see her from the drone?" Everyone raised their questions.

"Speaking of drones, I also have to complain. They're so far away from me, and they're so loud, they've given me tinnitus. General, is this your doing too?" Lin Chen's tone was tinged with helplessness.

The young general was truly at a loss for words. He did create the smoke, but that was Zhao Zhuowen's idea! As for the drone live stream, it was Yang Meilin's request! How did he end up taking the blame for everything?

"Alright, alright, that's enough. I'm going to eat some bread first, then take a nap. You guys don't know how much of a challenge it is for me to be woken up this early. I'm so sleepy now, remember to wake me up when it's time to eat."

After saying that, Lin Chen yawned, picked up his gun, and went into the tent.

Zhao Zhuowen didn't stop Lin Chen, watching him return to his tent. Both sides remained silent about the competition. Lin Chen won; a single shot decided the outcome. Huang Ya's dejected mood and seemingly unharmed appearance made everyone wonder: where exactly was that shot fired?

This left everyone waiting for a long time, but they still didn't get an answer. Their hearts felt like they were being tickled by a cat's claws, an unbearable itch!

The demon swordsman was most anxious at this moment, knowing full well the dire consequences if Huang Ya were injured. He quickly pulled Yang Meilin aside, intending to offer Huang Ya assistance. Yang Meilin, naturally, dared not delay, carrying a first-aid kit, and gently knocked on the door of Huang Ya's tent.

At first, Huang Ya did not want to see them, but under their repeated "harassment," she finally had no choice but to open the door.

"Three seconds, where exactly are you hurt? Let Widow Sister take a look!" Demon Blade's tone was full of tension and concern.

"No need, I've already taken care of it," Huang Ya replied coldly.

“Three seconds, an injury is no joke. How can you treat it yourself? Let me take a look!” Yang Meilin put down her first-aid kit and gently advised.

However, Huang Ya simply raised her hand to show her wound, letting Yang Meilin examine it herself.

"Are you kidding me? This is your wound?" Yang Meilin asked in surprise.

“Yes, this is my wound,” Huang Ya replied affirmatively.

She held up two index fingers, each with a band-aid on it.

"You injured your finger? He actually hit your finger?" Yang Meilin asked incredulously.

"A bullet grazed both of my index fingers. I don't know how he did it. Okay, you can leave now." After saying that, Huang Ya saw the two off without any politeness.

...

Zhao Zhuowen had originally thought it would take at least seven days to train Lin Chen into a top-notch sniper. However, the result far exceeded his expectations. He realized he had underestimated Lin Chen and couldn't help but smile wryly.

"Captain, what's the background of this kid you brought along? Is he human or a monster?" the young general asked curiously.

Zhao Zhuowen remained silent, but in his heart he was filled with admiration for Lin Chen.

Over the next six days, although Lin Chen's sniping skills had been completed according to Zhao Zhuowen's plan, Zhao Zhuowen still had Lin Chen continue to practice in order to ensure the mission would go smoothly.

However, just one day later, when Lin Chen once again demonstrated his skills, Zhao Zhuowen no longer mentioned the need for him to continue practicing. He no longer knew what level Lin Chen's sniping skills would reach if he improved further. Was there even any possibility of improvement at this level?

"Old dog, I underestimated you." The next evening, Zhao Zhuowen walked into Lin Chen's tent alone.

"Hey, Brother Overlord, could you give me a different nickname? You call yourself Little Overlord, but you call me Old Dog, how can you be so shameless?" Lin Chen said lazily, lying on his "bed." Actually, it was just a simple mattress laid on the ground.