Extraordinary Soldier King in the City
Chapter 151 Please Take Me as Your Disciple

Chapter 151: Chapter 151 Please Take Me as Your Disciple

The entire field fell silent, the only sound being the constant swallowing.

Liu Haoran and the group of youngsters all stared at the bullseye, their faces filled with disbelief.

They never expected Chen Feng to be able to score a perfect ten.

"He’s guessing! He must be guessing!" Liu Haoran came back to his senses and asserted adamantly.

He didn’t believe that Chen Feng had that kind of ability, especially since Chen Feng had fired the shot casually.

So he felt that this shot must have been a fluke.

A blind cat ran into a dead mouse.

"Right, right, he’s definitely guessing!"

"Exactly, this kid just got dog-shit lucky, he actually guessed a ten ring!"

Everyone quickly nodded their heads, clearly agreeing that Chen Feng was just making a lucky guess.

After all, an ordinary person scoring a ten on their first shot was indeed impossible.

Chen Feng smiled faintly, ignoring the doubting voices, raised his gun again, still without aiming, and pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

The bullet once again cut through the air, striking the target.

The crowd hurriedly looked over.

On seeing it, they were once again shocked.

Because the second bullet had also hit the bullseye of the target, another perfect ten.

"It’s still a guess, yes, it’s still a guess!" Liu Haoran took a deep breath, saying with a face that couldn’t believe it.

"Exactly, this second shot must also be a guess. If the next one hits a ten ring as well, I’ll livestream eating shit!" The chubby student also said very confidently.

However, as soon as the words of the chubby student fell,

"Bang!"

Chen Feng pulled the trigger again, firing the third shot.

The bullet drew a perfectly straight line in mid-air, hitting the center of the target with incredible accuracy.

Another ten ring!

The crowd was immediately dumbfounded.

If the first shot was a guess and the second shot was as well, could this third one also be a guess?

Once is happenstance; twice is coincidence, but not a third or fourth time.

If one could guess with such accuracy, those who practiced shooting every day might as well go home and farm.

Liu Haoran’s expression turned extremely unsightly.

Especially the chubby student.

He had just made a promise to livestream eating shit, and now Chen Feng had actually hit the target.

This made him incredibly embarrassed; he truly wished he could find a hole in the ground to crawl into.

Chen Feng gave Liu Haoran and the chubby student a smiling glance but said nothing, and continued shooting.

The fourth shot, the fifth shot... all the way to the tenth shot.

Each shot was incredibly precise, hitting the bullseye, all perfect tens!

And as the last gunshot rang out, the competition also came to a result.

There was actually no need to compare, as Liu Haoran’s side only had six nine-ring shots, while all of Chen Feng’s ten shots scored ten rings.

What was there to compare?

Anyone who wasn’t blind knew that Chen Feng had won, and not just won, but achieved an overwhelming victory.

At that moment, a deathly silence took over the entire field.

The boys and girls all had their eyes wide open, staring at Chen Feng as if they were witnessing some sort of monster, their gazes filled with shock.

They felt as if they had been dreaming because it was simply too inconceivable.

But the fact lay before them—the ten bullet holes conspicuously in the center of the target clearly told them that all of this was real.

At this moment, they finally understood what a true Spear God was!

As for Liu Haoran, he was just a joke.

Some of the girls’ eyes started to twinkle as they looked at Chen Feng.

They were already military enthusiasts, so naturally, they were filled with boundless admiration and love for a real Spear God like Chen Feng who never missed a shot.

"How... how is this possible, how can someone shoot so accurately!"

Liu Haoran’s face became extremely unsightly as he trembled when he spoke.

And the words he had previously used to mock Chen Feng now turned into invisible slaps, resounding smack after smack across his face.

"Do you have anything else you’d like to say?" Chen Feng asked, looking at Liu Haoran with a detached tone.

Liu Haoran didn’t speak; his eyes were lifelessly fixed on the target Chen Feng had shot, dazed and out of sorts as if he had lost his soul.

Shooting was his strong point, yet Chen Feng had crushed him in his own area of expertise, showing just how great the blow to him was.

However, this blow also made Liu Haoran completely sober up.

His title of Spear God was nothing but an empty name—Chen Feng was the true Spear God!

Seeing Liu Haoran didn’t respond, Chen Feng shook his head, smiling. Then he looked toward Liu Feifei and said, "Shall we go?"

"Sure!" Liu Feifei nodded obediently.

Chen Feng took Liu Feifei’s hand and was about to walk out of the shooting club.

But just as the two were about to leave the club’s entrance, they heard a burst of hasty footsteps from behind.

"Wait up!"

Then came the voice of Liu Haoran, who quickly ran in front of the two, blocking their path.

Chen Feng frowned slightly and said indifferently, "What? Is there something else?"

"Yes!" Liu Haoran quickly nodded, then immediately bent over to give Chen Feng a deep bow, his face earnest as he said, "I wish to take you as my master, please accept me as your disciple!"

"Huh?" Chen Feng was stunned for a moment, not reacting right away.

He truly hadn’t expected Liu Haoran to ask to become his disciple.

He thought Liu Haoran had come to talk tough.

"I was arrogant before. You are the true Spear God. I want to learn from you, please accept me as your disciple!" Liu Haoran said very sincerely.

After he finished speaking, he knelt on one knee before Chen Feng, clasping his fists as if he were in the Jianghu seeking to learn a skill in the past.

His respectful attitude was a stark contrast to his previous behavior.

In fact, this was quite normal, as Liu Haoran was a military fanatic who loved guns very much.

Chen Feng’s marksmanship was so formidable that, no matter what had happened before, it made Liu Haoran admire Chen Feng from the bottom of his heart, and he really wanted to take Chen Feng as his master.

"Are you sure? You won’t try to steal my girlfriend anymore?" Chen Feng asked with a smile.

"I won’t! From now on, Sister Liu will be my master’s wife, and I will respect her immensely. I absolutely wouldn’t dare harbor any improper thoughts toward her," Liu Haoran hurriedly shook his head, pounding his chest in assurance.

"Pfft!"

Liu Haoran’s words made Liu Feifei burst into laughter.

She hadn’t expected to be called master’s wife so soon; this kid really was quite amusing.

Chen Feng was also a bit torn between laughter and helplessness, shaking his head and saying, "All right, get up first!"

"So you agree?" Liu Haoran asked excitedly.

"I’ll think about it, let’s see how you behave in the future!" Chen Feng said with a smile.

"Alright! Master, rest assured, I will definitely behave well!" Liu Haoran instantly leaped from the ground, his face serious as he spoke.

"Sure," Chen Feng nodded, then took Liu Feifei’s hand and together they left the shooting club...