The opponent Shi Si faced was also a top-tier member of the Shi family's collateral branch, named Shi Yan, whose martial prowess was comparable to that of Ying, ranking among the top three.
Shi Si slightly raised his chin, his expression quite nonchalant, and lazily said, "Hey you, I'll let you have three moves if I stand still, how about it?"
Shi Yan snorted coldly. He had heard a little about this young master who had just returned, but he was just a good-for-nothing who couldn't do anything.
Although that young lady is not the same as the rumors suggest, and even if I were to face her, I might not be able to win, I am still very confident that I can beat a carefree pretty boy like Shi Si. It's impossible for both of them to be hiding their true abilities.
"Since you've put it that way, young master, then I won't stand on ceremony."
Shi Si raised an eyebrow, his amber eyes full of arrogance, and beckoned to him, "Let's go."
Shi Yan's eyes narrowed, and he decided to stop wasting words. In the blink of an eye, he approached Shi Si and, without hesitation, used all his strength to strike Shi Si's chest with a palm.
However, the next second, he was completely dumbfounded, his brows furrowed with disbelief.
I thought Shi Si would be knocked to the ground, but he stood there without moving an inch, without any pain on his face, looking very relaxed, as if my slap had just tickled him.
The audience below the stage was shocked by what they saw and gasped in astonishment.
Shi Yan's strength is evident to everyone in the Shi family, and the palm strike he just unleashed was clearly merciless. Anyone who took that blow would be knocked to the ground or stagger back in pain.
Instead, when he made the move, Yan inexplicably staggered backward, as if he had been bounced back.
I thought the young lady was already weird enough, but I didn't expect the young master to be even weirder!
Seeing this, the elder's temples throbbed, and he gripped the armrests of his chair tightly, his face darkening again. "Are these two ever going to stop?"
Shi Song turned the prayer beads in his hand without saying a word.
Just as he had predicted, things were not as simple as they seemed on the surface.
He glanced at Shi Ying, who had been sitting silently, hoping that she could crush the siblings Shi Miao and Shi Si in the upcoming shooting assessment.
Meanwhile, on stage.
Shi Yan glanced at his numb and red palms, then looked up at Shi Si in front of him, still seemingly unable to believe what had just happened.
Shi Si raised his hand and patted off non-existent dust on his chest, glanced at him, and said casually, "Let's continue, there are two more moves."
It doesn't cause much harm, but it's extremely insulting.
Shi Yan's face darkened, and a fierce rage ignited in his eyes. He attacked Shi Si again, but his two punches had no effect whatsoever; Shi Si remained completely unmoved.
Seeing Shi Si's ambiguous, smug expression, she couldn't hold back any longer and raised her fist to punch him in the face.
Shi Si's eyes turned slightly cold. He raised his hand and grabbed Shi Yan's wrist, tightening his grip. His voice seemed to drift from the horizon, making people tremble, "I hate it when people slap me in the face the most."
The next second, a cracking sound was heard from the bone. Before Shi Yan could react, he was slapped away by Shi Si and sent flying off the stage.
The audience: "..."
Shi Si clapped his hands and turned to look at the referee beside him, seemingly waiting for the judgment to be announced.
The referee, who had been in a daze, met his eyes, snapped out of his daze, and quickly called out, "Shi Sisheng!"
As the referee announced his verdict, Shi Si slowly turned and walked off the competition platform.
He returned to his seat, picked up his coat and put it on, ignoring the frequent glances directed at him by the elite members of the Shi family, and said to Shi Miao, "Let's go eat."
Shi Miao put away her phone, stood up, and responded softly, "Mm."
The brother and sister then left the training ground under the watchful eyes of everyone.
...
The shooting assessment was at 1 p.m., and the training ground here had all the necessary facilities, so the two of them were too lazy to travel back and forth and simply went to the canteen at the training ground.
After getting their food, the two found a quiet corner to sit down and start eating.
Shi Miao picked up a piece of pork rib from her plate and took a bite. Suddenly remembering something, she looked up at Shi Si, who was engrossed in eating across from her, and asked, "By the way, brother, do you know how to shoot?"
Shi Si swallowed the food he was chewing. "No way."
Shi Miao raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise flashing in his dark eyes. He was clearly taken aback and seemed somewhat disbelieving of what he was saying. "Really?"
“Of course it’s true.” Shi Si picked up the bowl beside him and took a sip of soup, then explained, “We ancient martial artists have never bothered with guns or anything like that. Those things are just toys in my eyes.”
Shi Miao: "Like this."
Shi Si put down his bowl and asked, "What about you? Can you do it?"
Shi Miao nodded slightly, "Yes."
Shi Si chuckled, picked up a piece of pork rib and placed it on Shi Miao's rice, his tone confident: "I don't even need to think to know that you'll definitely be first in the shooting assessment this afternoon."
Shi Miao curled her lips into a smile, her voice laced with amusement, "You trust me that much?"
Shi Si nodded and said without hesitation, "Absolutely."
On the other side, at the dinner table.
The elder looked at Shi Ying sitting opposite him and asked, still unwilling to give up, "You didn't go easy on Shi Miao, did you?"
Shi Ying paused, her hand holding the chopsticks slightly lowered, and her eyelashes fluttered. "No, you sitting in the audience should be able to judge her skills better."
The elder pinched the bridge of his nose, realizing that his question was a bit outrageous. How could Shi Ying possibly hold back?
He composed himself and reminded her, "No matter what, don't mess up the shooting test this afternoon."
Shi Ying gave a faint "Mmm," and said, "I know."
Shi Song, who was standing to the side, narrowed his eyes slightly. He could tell that Shi Ying was in a bad mood because she lost the competition. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Shi Miao's performance was indeed unexpected, but don't take it too seriously. After all, the shooting assessment this afternoon is your main event."
Shi Ying pursed her lips, having lost her appetite to continue eating.
She put down her chopsticks, stood up, and said to the two of them, "Elder, Third Uncle, I've finished eating, I'll go prepare now."
The Grand Elder waved his hand. "Go."
...
Soon, it was 1 p.m., and the assessment location was still the training ground.
The elder made a few perfunctory remarks, then pointed to the pistols placed on the long table, "Then the shooting test shall officially begin."
After saying that, he glanced twice in the direction where Shi Miao and Shi Si were before leaving.
These brother and sister stole the show this morning; they'll likely become a laughing stock soon.
After the elder left, the group went to the table and began to select handguns.
There were ten different models of pistols on the long table in front of them, each with a different power.
The lack of standardized gun types also indirectly increases the difficulty of the assessment.
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