The entire audience was stunned, unable to believe that Bidegla had casually scored a perfect score.
"How is this possible?" Meda Ponce exclaimed, gaping in disbelief at Bidegla's accuracy. Even she was unable to achieve a perfect score, so how did Bidegla manage it?
A person who couldn't even handle a gun had scored a perfect one hundred. This was truly ironic, and at that moment, Meda Ponce was on the verge of bursting into expletives.
Out of more than a hundred participants, only three had scored a perfect score. While the first two could be explained due to their natural talent and extensive training, Bidegla's performance left Meda Ponce with no desire to contemplate how he had achieved it. She feared that dwelling on it further would drive her to madness.
"Not bad," Bidegla remarked with a hint of satisfaction upon seeing his own score. Thankfully, he had not been eliminated, so he no longer had to worry about being kicked out.
The fact that he was able to score a perfect 100 had left Bidegla bewildered as well. He simply felt that his eyes were fixed on the bullseye, and the thought of hitting the target naturally arose in his mind.
This thought was peculiar, even to Bidegla, and he couldn't explain it. Perhaps this was a manifestation of his insight ability, shown through his consecutive shots.
Unable to come up with any other explanation, Bidegla could only attribute his success to his extraordinary insight.
His insight ability had been obtained unintentionally, and he had not seen anyone else possess this ability, not even someone of Shadow Dread's caliber. It seemed as though he was the only one with this gift.
"Are you cheating?" ToranVicky approached Bidegla and questioned him with a hint of skepticism.
"Do I look like a cheater to you?" Bidegla glanced at ToranVicky, failing to see anything exceptional about her. There were too many beautiful women, and Bidegla had become immune to them.
"If you think I'm cheating, then why don't you give it a try yourself?" Bidegla handed his gun to ToranVicky.
"Whatever," ToranVicky retorted with a dismissive glance at Bidegla. She then pulled Meda Ponce away from the scene.
Accusing Bidegla of cheating stemmed from their disbelief in what they were witnessing. Scoring a perfect hit with random shots was too much for them to bear.
Once again, more than five participants were eliminated, including the guy who was consistently off-target. Regardless of how impressive they were in the past, making a mistake at this critical juncture meant they were unfit for the Dragon Soul unit and had to be sent back.
Though these individuals were discontent, they dared not say much and left with somber expressions.
With this latest performance, Bidegla once again ranked first with a perfect score, securing the top spot on the leaderboard.
"Not bad," a young member of the Dragon Soul unit remarked quietly, casting a suspicious gaze at Bidegla.
"Hmph, he got lucky," Luo Yongxin sneered at Bidegla, his eyes flashing with coldness, before turning and walking away.
He was the second-place finisher who had been overshadowed by Bidegla. While he had anticipated achieving a perfect score in this round, he couldn't accept that Bidegla's random shots had also hit the mark. Furthermore, seeing Meda Ponce put so much effort into teaching Bidegla only added to his dislike of Bidegla.
He and Meda Ponce are both people from a military district. He has long openly declared his affection for Meda Ponce, but the object of his desire has been indifferent to his advances. In fact, Meda Ponce often regards him with disdain, leaving him feeling helpless. However, a person he has only recently met, Meda Ponce, is now teaching him with great care, warming his heart.
Perhaps Bidegla truly cannot use a gun, but regardless of his motives, in his eyes, Bidegla is deliberately approaching the person he admires, and he has already regarded Bidegla as a rival in his heart.
As the saying goes, "All the world loves a hero." If he could become a member of the Dragon Soul team this time, perhaps he would have a chance. As for Bidegla... at the thought of this, a cold smile couldn't help but curl his lips.
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The tests only take place once a day, so after the test, Bidegla and the others have free time.
Because Bidegla had made a great impression on them before, many people came to find Bidegla afterwards, seeking advice on shooting.
But Bidegla didn't understand why he could shoot so accurately, so he just gave a few perfunctory words.
"Bidegla, come with me." Suddenly, a soldier came up to them and shouted loudly.
"What's the matter?" Bidegla asked curiously, looking at the unfamiliar soldier.
"Where did you come from with so much nonsense? Do you want to come with me or do I have to take you away?" The soldier said coldly in response to Bidegla's words.
"I'll go with you." The soldiers were really unpleasant; it was practically a forced command. However, Bidegla didn't want to confront them, so he could only follow behind.
"Report, sir, I've brought the person." About a minute later, Bidegla was brought to the young instructor's presence, showing great respect.
"Alright, you can go about your business." The young man waved his hand, and then the soldier turned and walked away.
"What do you want from me?" Bidegla asked with irritation, looking at the same person again.
"Come with me." The young man didn't argue with him and just walked away.
"Fine, let's go." Bidegla wanted to see what the young man was up to, so he wasn't afraid and followed him.
About two minutes later, the young man brought Bidegla to another shooting range. There was no one else here except the two of them, apparently, no one else was allowed to come here, it was like a restricted area.
"Take this gun and shoot the target five hundred meters away for me." The young man spoke, throwing a gun in front of Bidegla.
"Five hundred meters?" Bidegla was surprised, seeing a target in the distance. If it weren't for his good eyesight, he might not even be able to see it clearly.
The distance of the previous shooting was only two hundred meters, but now it had been more than doubled.
"Don't waste time, just shoot the gun for me." The young man's voice became cold.
"It's so far, can you shoot it first?" Bidegla sneered, not moving at all.
He had previously felt that luck was a factor, but now, over five hundred meters, the distance was really too far.
"Alright." To Bidegla's surprise, the young man just nodded at his words, then picked up his own gun, without even looking at the target in front, and pulled the trigger at least five times in a row.
As Bidegla gazed at the hole appearing in the bullseye of the target, a faint surprise crept into his heart, for he had managed to consecutively hit the same spot with incredible precision. What truly astounded Bidegla, however, was that he had achieved this feat without even looking at the target, firing his shots with his back turned. Could it be that he had eyes all over his body?
"How was that? Now it's your turn," the young man said calmly, blowing the smoke from the barrel of his gun.
As members of the Dragon Soul team, almost everyone was a marksman, their shots always hitting the mark. If one couldn't achieve this, they didn't deserve to be part of the Dragon Soul.
This was the most elite unit in the entire Hanxia, and even with privileges, one couldn't just place someone without skills in it. This was a place where true talent earned its keep.
"Not bad," Bidegla nodded, then without hesitation, he glanced at the target and pulled the trigger several times in succession.
The sound of gunfire filled the air, and the young man observing Bidegla's performance couldn't help but show a hint of surprise in his eyes, for Bidegla's results were no worse than his own - every shot hit the mark.
"Have you ever played with guns before?" the young man suddenly asked.
"No, I've only seen others play," Bidegla shook his head, recalling the jewelry store robbery - that had been his first encounter with real firearms, and today was the second.
"How did you do it?" the young man asked, looking at Bidegla and then at the target five hundred meters away.
"I don't know, I just felt that I could hit the target, so I fired," Bidegla replied honestly.
"Are you interested in joining our Dragon Soul unit?" Suddenly, this question from the young man startled Bidegla.
Since arriving here, Bidegla had seen that everyone dreamed of becoming a member of the Dragon Soul team, but what he never expected was for this young man to recruit him.
"Why?" Bidegla asked.
"Simple, because your marksmanship is accurate, and your physical fitness surpasses that of the average person. With these two qualities, you are capable of becoming one of us," the young man said, extending two fingers.
"Sorry, I don't like being constrained, and I never thought about becoming a member of your unit, so you should find someone else for this," after about half a minute of thought, Bidegla said.
"What?" Hearing Bidegla's words, the young man's brow furrowed slightly, doubting if his ears were playing tricks on him.
This was the first time he had seen someone reject the opportunity to become a member of their Dragon Soul unit. How many people dreamed of that? How honorable was it? But he...actually refused?
"I said I don't want to become a member of your so-called Dragon Soul team. My purpose for coming here is not for that, so I think you've got the wrong person," Bidegla spoke up, his tone much smoother.
"You..." Hearing Bidegla's words, the young man was furious, stunned that he could reject even this.
The Dragon Soul unit was not a place where anyone could go; even with the over one hundred elites here, about ninety-five percent of them would be eliminated, leaving only a few to succeed.
But to have such an incredible opportunity in front of him and not know how to cherish it... If he had approached someone else to recruit them as a member of the Dragon Soul team, they might have fainted in happiness, but Bidegla had refused? How could he refuse?
Recruiting members in advance was rare, and it was even rare to see it happen once in several years. Even someone like Luo Yongxin couldn't meet the conditions for early recruitment.
"Very well, if there is nothing else, I shall take my leave. I have never desired to be a part of your group from the beginning, and it seems our connection is of little consequence. Once this training is over, I will return to where I truly belong," Bidegla stated as she turned to leave.