Chris Gym at 8pm.

Link looked at the strong man in front of him with sweat.

The strong man named Vistikris, is a veteran and the owner of this gym.

He is strong, with bulging muscles all over his body, and his arms are almost as thick as Link's thighs. He has excellent fighting ability and is also a fitness coach designated by Link.

It is said to be fitness, but it is actually Link who designated Visty Cris to constantly attack himself.

Link had various fighting skills in his mind. What he lacked was experience, the ability to deal with attacks and launch attacks immediately.

A dialogue may be more clearly described Link at this moment.

Brain: "I have learned it all!"

Body: "No! I won't!"

So at this moment, Link's request for Visty Cris is to constantly attack himself.

Only in this kind of continuous attack can Link control the fighting ability in his mind faster, and once others move, he can roughly understand other people's attack methods.

Then the body's conditioned reflexes respond and counterattack.

This requires a long period of training, training for conditional emission and physical coordination.

"Dong..."

Wisty Kris punched Link and slammed him hard in the chest, directly knocking Link back five or six steps before sitting on the ground.

"call……"

Link took a breath, endured the pain and stood up again, and said to Visty Kris: "Have you eaten? Use some force man!"

He has an immortal body, and this pain can be recovered in a blink of an eye.

But he knew even more that only when he was beaten and hurt would he have deep memories.

As the saying goes, people who are often beaten have good fighting skills.

"Sir? Are you sure you're fine?"

Looking at Link's grinning expression, Visty Cris was also a little confused.

I just used seven points of force to punch. A person as thin as Link would never be able to withstand such a punch easily.

"Don't worry, just let the horse come over, I'm fine!"

Link came to Visty Cliffs, with his fists in front of his face, protecting his eyes, constantly observing Visty Cliff's movements, thinking about how to deal with them.

"Okay!" Weisty Kris nodded. He always felt that the guests in front of him were a little weird, like seeking death, and more like a masochist.

Others come to his gym, but they just use equipment to exercise their body muscles.

The person in front of him was better, and he was more like he was being beaten in.

"Bang……"

Seeing Visty Kris punching, Link raised his hand to the bento, but the next moment, Chris punched Link in the abdomen again.

"Tengteng..."

Link took five or six steps back again, his abdomen twitching and pain, but Link gritted his teeth and said, "Not bad, it's strong enough! You have to be careful, I'm going to fight back!"

As he said that, Link rushed forward with a step forward, but Visty Cris raised his legs in a conditioned reflex.

"Bang..."

Link's body retreated again, gasping heavily, and sat on the ground again.

The situation was like Link hitting directly into Chris's leg, which hurts.

"Mr. Trass, an hour has arrived. Do you want to take a break?"

Vistikris spoke, even a little worried. He was really afraid that he would beat the man in front of him to stand up and he would compensate him for medical expenses.

"Huh...no, take me to train firearms!"

Link took a breath again, his eyes turned to the fitness equipment beside him. A girl was constantly pulling her arm and training.

"Sharon Carter! He's really dedicated!"

Link ignored it and pretended not to see it, following Visty Cris toward the backyard.

This is a factory-like building. The surrounding walls are soundproofed, and the interior is also isolated from the lattice like runways.

This is the training ground for gun shooting.

"Mr. Trass, are you training a rifle or a pistol?"

"Pistol!"

Link spoke, this was his main purpose for coming here.

He chose a common m1911 pistol with 9mm bullets.

Seeing the gun, information about the gun naturally emerged in Link's mind, six rifles, and ballistic stability.

Although the nine-mm bullet is not as powerful as the 45-caliber bullet, it has a stronger penetration.

"As long as the bullet length and caliber is increased, more gunpowder can be filled!"

“Equipped with a high-density warhead, its penetration will be stronger!”

"There are also changes the shape of the rifle to make the bullet spin faster."

Seeing the gun, Link couldn't help but know how to modify the gun, and at the same time he had a more specific understanding of bullet turn.

Bullet turn is to sacrifice the stopping power of the bullet and pursue penetration excessively in order to kill more enemies.

Pistols generally pursue stopping force, or penetrating force, and stopping force balance.

Because the effective range of a pistol is only fifty meters, and although the maximum range can reach 300 meters or even five hundred meters, the lethality of an ordinary pistol is extremely limited at this distance.

Only at short distances can the pistol have strong lethality.

A pistol with strong stopping power, even if it does not hit the vital point, may cause a person to lose the ability to counterattack. This is the function of the pistol.

The kind of person who is shot a few times is like a person who is fine. It can only be said that the pistol has a relatively poor stopping power and a strong penetration power.

Ordinary pistols pursue stopping power, after all, they are short-range weapons.

Only with strong stopping power can you make yourself safer!

However, the pistol that Link needed was in the opposite direction, pursuing greater penetration so that the bullet could hit more people.

This requires accurate marksmanship.

Only with accurate marksmanship can the bullets be more lethal.

After disassembling the pistol and understanding the performance of the pistol, Link then began to load the bullets.

"Bang..."

He raised his hand and shot the target, and Link frowned slightly.

This was just a ten-meter target, but I didn't expect that the first shot would not be on the target.

At this time, Visty Cris, who was standing beside him, said: "You must hold the gun in both hands and stretch your arms to force it. Only in this way can you better slow down the recoil."

Link nodded, but did not change the way he held the gun.

He knew very well that his arm strength was insufficient and he could not suppress the gun.

In the future, the bullet will turn, which will require even more strength of the arms and wrists.

If he couldn't shoot with one hand, he wouldn't be able to make the bullet turn.

The principle of turning the bullet is to use force on the arm and wrist at the moment the bullet is bored, and add a swinging force to the bullet.

Only when the force of this swing is strong and accurate enough can the bullet turn.

"Bang bang bang..."

The gunshots continued, and bullet marks gradually appeared on the target ten meters away.

One ring, two ring, and three ring!

As time passed, Link gradually found the feeling, and the memories in his mind made him constantly adjust the strength of his arm.

If fighting requires constant battles to make the body develop habits.

Then the same is true for shooting.

The only difference is that one is to control the entire body and the other is to control an arm, and there is a big gap.

I had various memories of gun shooting in my mind, which made Link adapt faster.

When the hour was approaching, Link's marksmanship was already able to linger between the eight, nine and ten rings.

"Mr. Trass, you are the most talented person I have ever seen!"

Visty Cris, who was beside him, had a full of surprise at the moment, and he spoke in an exaggerated tone, as if he had never seen such a quick way from a beginner to hit the ten rings with one hand.

"Maybe!"

Link nodded and glanced at a training ground not far away where there was also an extremely surprised girl, Sharon Carter.

"This... is incredible!"
Chapter completed!