Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 397 Kicked into Princess Yongning’s area of expertise [1 more update]

Chapter 397: 397 Kicked into Princess Yongning’s area of expertise [1 more update]

The rules of the shooting game require the elimination of the two contestants with the lowest scores starting from the sixth shot.

Therefore, in terms of spectacle, it is from the sixth shot that the excitement reaches its peak.

At this point, the passion of the guests, too, is stirred to its greatest height, which is why the Northern Lands’ court banquets often host shooting games.

To avoid elimination, each contestant needs to shoot steadily, and their mental composure must be exceptionally strong or else significant mistakes may occur.

While everyone was still guessing whether this extremely young girl from Shenzhou would crack under the immense pressure from the other battle-seasoned contestants, she suddenly fired six shots in a row!

Meanwhile, the numbers on the screen began to jump.

10, 20, 30, 40, 50...60!

Eventually, the number settled on "60" and stayed put.

"..."

A hush fell over the entire venue.

Six shots fired in succession, each hitting the bulls-eye.

Is this really the work of a human?!

The other ten participants stood there stupefied, watching the girl who had already set down her pistol in disbelief.

For her, firing six shots was as calm and untroubling as sipping a cup of tea, causing no effect whatsoever.

"I haven’t let Young Master Shaoyu down," Ye Wanlan casually spun the gun in her hand, speaking in an unhurried tone, "This way, Young Master Shaoyu won’t punish me when he returns."

Xiang Shaoyu: "..."

He glanced at Yan Tingfeng, who also appeared collected and composed, and asked in a lowered voice, his hand trembling slightly, "Did you know about this beforehand?"

Tingfeng’s fingers continued to stroke the thermos cup, his smile soft, "I did not know."

Xiang Shaoyu: "You didn’t know?!"

"I said it before, I trust Xiao Wan unreservedly," Tingfeng’s voice was cool, "Therefore, whatever she does, it won’t surprise me."

Ye Wanlan’s six perfect shots caused a drastic change in Oliver’s expression.

He wanted to stop the game, but it was simply impossible.

Matvey stood up, "What does this mean, Young Master Shaoyu? Is the person you brought not following the rules of the game?"

"The only rule of the game is to shoot. It doesn’t specify against shooting consecutively," Xiang Shaoyu fanned himself, "We’re accustomed to firing all six shots at once, so there’s no need to lower and raise the hand again. Any objections?"

Matvey clenched his teeth, "No."

The game continued, and Ye Wanlan, having fired her six shots, became a spectator.

The difference in scores for the first five shots was minute, only by 0.1 or 0.2 points, until the sixth shot—

"Bang!"

One person’s hand shook, and they scored only nine points!

His face turned ashen, and he ultimately had to leave the competition.

After another elimination, nine contestants remained on the field.

As opposed to the others who looked like they faced great peril, Ye Wanlan remained composed and continued toying with her gun.

The first eight having finished, Wanlan raised her gun once more.

"Bang!"

Another perfect ten!

Gasps of awe and vigorous applause erupted from the audience.

The guests did not know about the Petrovich family’s conspiracy; they only saw Wanlan’s seven powerful shots, earning their approval.

"Who is she? Did she participate in any of the past championships or national games?"

"That’s impossible, absolutely impossible; if she had participated, she would surely be a gold medalist."

"She looks so young; could it be that she’s a rising star that Shenzhou has trained this year?"

Quickly, after the eighth and ninth shots, only Ye Wanlan and another contestant were left in the competition.

This contestant was also a well-known figure on the Global Center shooting leaderboard, having scored an impressive 89.5 over nine shots.

Though only 0.5 points behind Wanlan’s perfect 90 over nine shots, not just 0.5, even a 0.1 difference was like the distance between heaven and earth.

"Bang!"

On the tenth shot, he couldn’t withstand the enormous psychological pressure and missed the target, scoring only 8.8.

Ye Wanlan calmly fired her final shot.

"Bang!"

Yet another perfect ten!

Ten shots, a perfect score of 100!

This had never happened in recent years of the shooting game!

"Clap clap clap—"

The applause was thunderous, and the guests cheered.

"Clan Leader Oliver, you promised fair and square that if we won, you would allow us to take a hundred cultural artifacts," Xiang Shaoyu said with a faint smile, "When will you honor the bet?"

Oliver’s complexion turned ashen, his white beard trembling uncontrollably, clearly enraged to the extreme.

He couldn’t have imagined that despite having cast a wide net and ensnaring Xiang Shaoyu, he would still fall short in the end.

And the root cause of all this failure was this young girl from the East that Xiang Shaoyu had brought with him.

Oliver was keenly aware of the shooting ability of the participants he had invited; all of them were competitors at world-class sports events.

Moreover, the last one ranked on the Global Center’s shooting leaderboard.

The Global Center established hundreds of leaderboards, according to various industries and fields, including the entire world, and the leaderboards carry the highest weight.

The reason Oliver was so confident was that of the two people Xiang Shaoyu brought, not a single one was listed on the shooting leaderboard.

Could someone tell him how this young girl possessed such an entrancing spear technique and yet was not listed on the Global Center’s shooting leaderboard?!

Cheating?

Certainly not a possibility.

The entire equipment at the scene was provided by them; it was impossible for the Xiang Family to have tampered with anything.

Oliver’s heart shook, gone was his earlier arrogance.

He was acutely aware of the terrifying level of spear technique someone like Ye Wanlan possessed.

Should Wanlan wish it, with just a few minutes, she could hunt down anything she desired to kill.

"The wager will be presented after the court banquet," Oliver took a deep breath and said coldly, "but a hundred is too much; how could Shaoyu possibly transport them back to Shenzhou?"

"That’s not your concern," Xiang Shaoyu said with a smirk, "If I was willing to bet, I, of course, came prepared. And thanks to Clan Leader Oliver, initially we only wanted ten items, but you insisted on giving us a hundred; I’ll be sure to let my grandfather know so he can properly thank you."

Oliver was no fool; he quickly realized and incredulously said, "You tricked us!"

"How could this be called trickery?" Xiang Shaoyu replied coolly, "This is a deal we both concurred upon, isn’t it?"

Oliver’s chest heaved with rage, breathing heavily.

"Clan Leader," Matvey hurried to support him, "The court banquet has begun; let’s go inside. Whether they can leave the banquet hall alive tonight is still uncertain."

Oliver regained his composure, "Well said, is it getting something and leaving with one’s life, eh?"

After the shooting game concluded, the atmosphere peaked, and the banquet officially commenced.

Already, numerous guests had approached, wishing to converse with Ye Wanlan, but they were blocked by Xiang Shaoyu.

"Miss Ye, now you must surely be famous among the elites of the Northern Lands," Xiang Shaoyu remarked, "With such marksmanship, there must be many eager to hire you."

"Hire me?" Wanlan raised an eyebrow, "Most people couldn’t afford my price."

Tingfeng nodded slightly, "Xiao Wan has made quite an impression and surely attracted the attention of certain parties; we may not leave unhurt tonight."

"I have contacted reinforcements already," Shaoyu’s eyes darkened, "The Petrovich family was unkind, and there’s no need for me to speak of ’rightness’ to them. How about Taoist Xing Yue?"

Wanlan appeared contemplative, "Perhaps looking to practice with some psychics."

Xiang Shaoyu: "..."

Playing with psychics?

Quite an unconventional hobby.

The three entered the banquet hall, which was bustling, with toasts and conversations crisscrossing.

The primary function of a court banquet is networking, not dining.

"That’s Old Mr. Sergei," Xiang Shaoyu murmured, "The Gold-threaded Armor of the King of Yan is in his hands."

Ye Wanlan looked over.

An elderly man in his eighties, with white hair and beard, but full of vigor.

"Young Master Shaoyu," Sergei greeted, "I am Xiang Shaoyu, may I have a word with you?"

Old Mr. Sergei glanced at Xiang Shaoyu and then said something.

Xiang Shaoyu’s expression changed subtly.

Among the few foreign languages he had studied, he included Beilu, though not as proficient as Wanlan; everyday communication was never a problem.

Yet, he could not understand what Sergei had just said.

Oliver sneered.

Sergei was not only old in age but also rooted in his scholarly ways, still obstinately using the ancient Beilu language.

Many words from the ancient Beilu language had been abandoned for use over one or two hundred years ago.

The younger generation of Beilu People might not be able to understand his speech, let alone these people from Shenzhou.

He was curious to see, with the language barrier, how Xiang Shaoyu would negotiate with Sergei for the Profound Iron Silk Armor of the King of Yan!