The training grounds had stricter requirements than the outside world. After seeing Mo Chen's condition, Zhang Feng didn't dare to let his guard down. His eyes lit up as he stood up.
Ning Dai's eyes were glued to Mo Chen, who was wearing goggles and earmuffs. She greedily watched as he gradually returned to an unfamiliar state. It was novel yet joyful.
Mo Chen, who had entered the training state, was as straight as a pine tree. His shooting posture was standard.
The match began. The two of them raised their hands at the same time to turn on the safety, aim, and shoot ten rings consecutively.
Ning Dai had yet to start watching when their match ended like a bolt of lightning. She hurriedly looked at the targets and realized that each target had left a bullet hole in the center of the ten rings, and there was only one.
The ten rings were all in the same position, yet they were still so fast.
