The fighter I thought was Mo Huang turned out to be Qin Sheng, so what about the other shooter?
Could it be Qin Sheng as well?
No...it can't be that bad, can it?
As it turns out.
As for...
It really is that serious.
More than an hour later, when the whistle blew for the third match, everyone saw that the previously quiet tent quickly became active.
The tent flap was lifted, and a slender figure stepped out.
It was Qin Sheng.
She casually took the bottled water that Mo Huang handed her and washed her face. When she looked up again, she had her usual exquisite and peerless face.
Qin Sheng stepped out.
We went to the shooting range that had been set up during the two-hour break... and the changing room next to it.
This competition is different from a typical shooting competition; it is a live-action shooting contest.
All twelve contestants entered the prepared obstacle shooting range at the same time. After three minutes of hiding and preparation, they entered the official competition.
The entire operation used real guns; a bullet hitting the head or heart would result in defeat.
Of course, it could be more than just losing; it could mean losing your life.
Although the twelve factions pooled their resources to purchase the most powerful and safest bulletproof vests available internationally for the athletes, nothing is absolute.
If someone were to assemble a gun powerful enough to penetrate bulletproof vests, the consequences would be unimaginable...
Zhu Xiyuan suddenly shivered and strode after Qin Sheng.
He grabbed her arm and pulled her back, saying in a deep voice, "Don't go on this match."
His gaze swept over a figure that had just disappeared into the locker room, and his voice grew deeper: "Now our Swastika Alliance has twenty points, while the H Party, the Sa Alliance, and the Mos Mercenary Group, which are ranked second, all have sixteen points. If we can maintain our position in the top five this round, we will get first place in the total score."
Qin Sheng raised her eyebrows slightly and looked at him steadily: "The premise is that we can stay in the top five."
Zhu Xiyuan's heart skipped a beat, and he unconsciously tightened his grip on Qin Sheng's arm.
Qin Sheng glanced at her, then easily broke free, her expression still indifferent: "I'll go."
It wasn't that she didn't trust the members of the 卍 Alliance or Jiang Fu's strength, but the situation in the first two rounds was very clear: all forces, including the three major forces of the H Party, had reached a tacit agreement to target the 卍 Alliance.
Even if there's only the slightest chance, they won't let the Manzu Alliance win the final victory in this match.
Under such circumstances, it would be extremely difficult for the contestants sent out by the 卍盟 to even maintain their top-five rankings.
A slight mishap could cost you your life.
Qin Sheng didn't want to risk the lives of his men for a single match.
Zhu Xiyuan certainly didn't want that either.
But he was even more unwilling to see Qin Sheng get into trouble.
He insisted, "Don't play in this match."
Suddenly, he squeezed his eyes shut and said, "Holy crap."
Qin Sheng looked her up and down, pursed his lips, and revealed a subtle but undisguised look of disdain: "Can you do it?"
Zhu Xiyuan: "..."
That's a really rude thing to say.
Zhu Xiyuan suppressed the urge to spit at her and said irritably, "Why can't I do it!"
Although he has only needed to handle internal alliance affairs as the vice leader in recent years, he still pays great attention to improving his personal strength.
He didn't miss any of the necessary training sessions.
Why can't it work?
Qin Sheng stared at him intently for a long while, then slowly shook her head: "You can't do it."
Zhu Xiyuan: "!"
It's like having a breath stuck in your throat, unable to go down or come up.
He wanted to say something more, but Qin Sheng had already lost patience. He turned to Lin Chengqiong, who had followed him, and said, "Take your deputy leader back."
Lin Chengqiong hesitated for a moment, but finally did as she was told and stepped forward to grab Zhu Xiyuan's arm.
Before dragging him away, I couldn't help but ask, "Are you really capable?"
Now it was Qin Sheng's turn to be speechless.
He nodded expressionlessly: "Drag him away."
oh.
The girl's gaze was cold and irritating. Lin Chengqiong felt weak and dared not ask any more questions. She dragged the girl away.
Zhu Xiyuan: "!!!"
Didn't anyone ask for his opinion first?!
He's the one in charge of the 卍 Alliance on the surface!
Lin Chengqiong, that traitor!
Zhu Xiyuan struggled fiercely, and Lin Chengqiong was so strong that she could barely hold on. Fortunately, Mo Huang and Jiang Fu helped in time and dragged him back to the 卍盟 position.
Zhu Xiyuan was furious, but when he turned around and calmed down, his face became even more somber.
After thinking for a moment, he turned to look at Mo Huang and Jiang Fu, who had already sat down beside him, and said seriously, "Give me a hint, how good is Miss Qin's shooting skills?"
Mo Huang glanced at him: "I've never seen her play shooting."
Jiang Fu glanced at him and said, "Amateur level, I guess."
Zhu Xiyuan: "?!"
She jumped up as if she'd been pricked in the butt, glaring at the two men: "Then why are you dragging me?! Stop him right now!!"
As he spoke, he rushed forward, but was pulled back by Mo Huang after only one step.
Mo Huang remained calm and said, "It's alright, let her go if she wants to."
Jiang Fu remained calm: "Miss Qin doesn't usually engage in combat sports; she's only at an amateur level."
Mo Huang disagreed: "If she doesn't play games normally, then who's the one beating you and me up every day?"
Jiang Fu retorted confidently, "Isn't that one-sided abuse? What kind of fighting is that?"
Mo Huang scratched his head: "That seems to be true... No, those people were just getting beaten up one-sidedly, so doesn't that count either?"
Jiang Fu: "Possibly?"
Zhu Xiyuan looked at the two people who had steered the conversation to West Java in the blink of an eye, and three black lines appeared on his forehead.
However, things gradually calmed down.
Looking at Qin Sheng, who had already entered the locker room, he revealed a thoughtful expression.
This level of amateur skill...
Zhu Xiyuan couldn't help but think back to when he first met Qin Sheng.
She's only ten years old, but her eyes and brows reveal a maturity and composure that shouldn't belong to a child her age.
With a flick of her wrist, she shot down several men in black who were surrounding her.
Then, without even glancing at the corpse, he left without changing his expression.
That was Qin Sheng eight years ago.
Eight years later...
With a flicker in his eyes, Zhu Xiyuan finally sat down in his seat again.
It's just a question of how much of a chance she has against Gunshin...
Whether they win or not is no longer important. Qin Sheng took the initiative to go on stage mainly because she felt that no matter how weak she was at the moment, she could save her own life.
And as long as they survive, getting into the top five won't be a problem at all.
It's better than letting Jiang Fu and Zhu Xiyuan go on stage and risk losing their lives.
After all, even she was well-known for her title as the "Goddess of the H Party."
Even Xiang Yin praised him highly as the world's number one sharpshooter... so we still have to take him seriously.
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