Author: A Chili Pepper

Just like Zhang Weimeng and Song Fengying's untiring life.

When Zhang Xuezhou lacks orderly time to enter another world, he also shows an untiring situation in the real world.

This is no different from his previous journey through the world and staying awake.

Only when the body is tired can Zhang Xuezhou take a moment to relieve his body.

On the fourth day after returning to the real world, he appeared in the shooting range of the Song family.

Even Zhang Xuezhou has been practicing guns for two whole days now.

"The sequencing event allows the use of firearms. Although the power or bullets have been modified, the power cannot be underestimated. Once you are hit by a fatal part, you will suffer less!"

There is nearly a year left before the sequencing event, but private pre-race training for Zhang Xuezhou and others has begun.

Proficiency in firearms is a compulsory course.

He may not use firearms, but he must understand the firearms enough and take due precautions against opponents holding the firearms.

This is also the possibility that one needs to be prevented most in deterrent fighting techniques.

Compared with many fighting techniques that require close-range strikes, guns have extremely long range, which is also the easiest tool to defeat the strong with the weak.

With a white handkerchief, Professor Song Buer wiped his clean lips and said some words over and over again.

Song Buer's entry was successful, but he fell into a cleanliness habit.

Clean the toilet at home and keep it extremely tidy outside.

Compared to Qin Wenhan who learns to whistle birds when he is fine, Song Buer's obsession with cleanliness does not affect his normal life.

"The moment the other party aims at you with a gun and presses your finger, it is enough for you to react and deviate from the shooting center. It is all moving. The gun holder also needs to rely on external objects to trigger a strike behavior. Why can't you get out of the aiming point of his shooting?"

When Zhang Xuezhou lifted the electric gun again, Song Buer's previous teachings spurted out of his mouth again.

"Because we are not familiar with guns, we are mostly afraid of guns. However, in front of those who are truly familiar with guns, holding guns is no different from other weapons, and is even far inferior to the threats brought by genetic weapons!"

Song Buer is not speaking vernacularly, he is a master who can really use himself to avoid bullets.

Seeing that he was weak, Song Buer could always make the right dodge at the moment of shooting.

Unless it is caught off guard, it is possible to kill and injure Song Buer with firearms. At other moments, firearms do not pose a threat to Song Buer.

People like Song Buer are not unique, and many high-end sequencers have this kind of ability.

"If you really want to fall to be covered by large areas of firepower, apart from some people who are good at defenders or those with the ability to delay injuries, few people can escape!"

Song Buer spoke quietly about one aspect of the advantages of guns.

"But if you end up in that way, no matter whether you are good at genetic fighting or guns, you will not be intact."

Even Luo Zhong was unstoppable and could die. If he really fell into a targeted group beating, no one would avoid accidents.

"Under normal circumstances, we cannot fall into that kind of danger. This is just like learning to swim requires survivability under 10,000 meters deep. It is a problem beyond the scope."

Song Buer spoke repeatedly, and Zhang Xuezhou nodded repeatedly.

"The guns are not useless to those who are good at genetic abilities. It is just right to borrow this external force to avoid a lot of troubles, and even achieve the weak to defeat the strong. This is also the reason why you not only need to learn to avoid guns, but also learn guns!"

Song Buer raised his head, looked at Zhang Xuezhou's red right hand, and looked at the bull's eye that shot nine out of ten shots.

Zhang Xuezhou's shooting was extremely accurate, but Zhang Xuezhou's hand was not too stable. The slight shaking made the shooting deviate from the bull's eye in the center.

But this also belongs to Song Buer who met a very talented master when he taught shooting himself.

As long as Zhang Xuezhou's hands are a little more stable, the other party will inevitably be a master of firearms and may even threaten high-end serializers.

Zhang Manqian, who was learning to shoot at the same time, performed very well. He was very fast in the guns, but he was afraid of comparison in everything. Compared with Zhang Xuezhou's rapid shooting level, Zhang Manqian was undoubtedly more than inferior.

As for the three practitioners who waste ammunition, Zhang Weimeng, Song Fengying, and Wang Li, it would be better not to mention it.

Song Buer was accompanied by Zhang Xuezhou, staring at Zhang Xuezhou's eyes as he aimed at the bull's eye.

Zhang Xuezhou only practiced shooting the fixed target for less than an hour, and moving target was the center of gravity of Zhang Xuezhou's current shooting.

This is the closest shooting method to actual combat. Zhang Xuezhou's ability to hit the target continuously is already extremely powerful, and it is enough for juniors.

But Zhang Xuezhou was still a little palpitations when practicing avoiding gun shooting, and even Song Buer had demonstrated twice but was not calmed down.

"Try it?" Song Buer invited.

“My body is really crispy!”

Zhang Xuezhou took a deep breath.

The reason why he aimed almost every time was very simple. When his cultivation level entered the True Spirit Realm, Zhang Xuezhou had the ability to lock mana, which was more than a hundred meters away.

Whenever he is locked, he can easily guide the shooting, even if he squints his eyes.

This also led him to go from ordinary to extremely talented.

But Zhang Xuezhou knew this ability.

If he can still take advantage of his shooting skills, dodging requires a solid reaction from his body.

Zhang Xuezhou felt that he should be able to keep up with his heart and eyes, but his hands and feet could not keep up with the rhythm.

Compared with the fourth sequencer like Song Buer, or even the sequencer, Zhang Xuezhou's body is too weak and lacks sensitivity.

"I don't know if Zhigejue can avoid metal bullets and lightning protection can protect against electric stun guns!"

Compared to developing his own weaknesses, Zhang Xuezhou undoubtedly prefers to use his strengths.

"I'm filling a special rubber bullet, and the impact force has been reduced to one tenth. I won't kill you. If I don't avoid it, it's just a physical pain," Song Buer said.

"Actually, I'm very afraid of pain!"

Unable to withstand Song Buer's repeated reminders, and with the training requirements he originally made to Ren Yisheng, Zhang Xuezhou had to wear the thickest bulletproof vest.

"We gradually adapt to this kind of dodging. If you can finally have the instinct to avoid guns, it would be an amazing ability. I will shoot your left foot and look at my gestures, three...two...one!"

Bang!

A gunshot was accompanied by a scream.

"My brother is wearing a bulletproof vest, why don't he shoot the part of his bulletproof vest?"

There are also complaints that Zhang Manqian cannot understand.

"I'm used to thugs and feet!"

Song Buer responded wildly.

The chest and abdomen are important places for normal people to call for guns. These places have wide shooting surfaces, easy aiming, and high mortality rate.

However, most sequencers like to wear bulletproof vests, which makes shooting in these parts an empty talk, and they may even be counterattacked by the opponent because of this kind of shooting behavior.

Few people wear bulletproof equipment on their feet, and their feet have become the key area for shooting.

With limited hands and feet, this can almost remove most of the opponent's ability to treat genetic fighting skills.

"I will aim at the chest and abdomen this time, so that you can have a cyclical and gradual adaptation process!"

Song Buer aimed again with a gun.

When Zhang Xuezhou stepped back and stood firmly, Song Buer pointed to the butt stock and signaled that he would shoot again after a few seconds.

"See my hands clearly, pay attention to synchronous dodging, three...two...one!"

The gunshots rang out at the moment when the countdown ended.

Bang!

Amid the crisp gunfire, a louder explosion accompanied it, even causing a little vibration to the indoor shooting range.

"Oops!"

Song Buer's face changed.

He no longer cared about special training for Zhang Xuezhou.

The white handkerchief stuck in the palm of his left hand wiped the slight sweat that instantly appeared on his forehead. Song Bu'er's face was gloomy and he quickly picked up an electric gun and ran out to the outdoors.

(End of this chapter)
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