Spy-x-War Showdown
Chapter 997 - 102: Casual Spear Technique

Chapter 997: Chapter 102: Casual Spear Technique

Yang Yi was somewhat bewildered. From his childhood to adulthood, the education he received emphasized the importance of correctness: the correct posture, the correct behaviors, the correct attitudes.

Keeping correctness was ingrained in Yang Yi’s bones.

"Is having the correct posture wrong?"

"There is nothing wrong with that."

After Ben finished speaking, he thought for a moment and said, "Maintaining the correct posture is important. Using the correct posture in training might feel like a hindrance at first, but once you get used to the correct posture over time, it will lead to improvement. No matter what kind of sport, starting from scratch with the correct training often leads to better results, because a blank sheet of paper is clearly easier to draw on than one that’s already full."

Yang Yi immediately realized the problem.

If he were a beginner, it would be understandable if his pursuit of the correct posture made some of his shooting movements stiff, but the problem was he had already fired at least tens of thousands of bullets; he was no longer a beginner.

Everyone who taught Yang Yi to shoot was an expert; they were some of the best shooters in the world, but why had none of them noticed the problem?

Yang Yi was puzzled.

After hesitating for a moment, Yang Yi said with a bewildered face, "No one has ever told me that my shooting posture is a bit stiff."

Ben shrugged and said, "Perhaps I only know how to shoot, not how to fight. I’ve been working here a long time, I’ve seen too many people shoot. I’ve also seen people evolve from a tense state to a relaxed shooting state. You feel like someone who has not been exposed to shooting for long."

It was like a bright light shining into a dark room.

Yang Yi felt he had touched on something crucial, and raised his hand, saying tremulously, "Let me think."

Identifying the problem, summarizing the problem, analyzing the problem, and then finding a solution to the problem; this was what Yang Yi was good at.

"So you’re saying that my overly correct pursuit of shooting is causing issues with accuracy?"

Yang Yi spoke his conclusion with a trembling voice.

Ben tilted his head to think for a moment, then nodded repeatedly and said, "That’s one way to put it. I’ve seen good shooters, and when they perform their best, they are all relaxed. If you’re tense, then you don’t shoot well."

"I’m not nervous anymore, but I always remind myself to shoot well. I get it now..."

It’s like piercing through a window paper; it’s clear once pierced, but opaque if not.

Yang Yi immediately picked up the gun again, but he quickly put it down because he found as soon as he picked up the gun, he would reflexively assume a standard posture and his body would continuously strive to maintain this correct posture. But the problem is, when shooting, especially in real gunfights, maintaining a stable posture often isn’t possible.

Correct and standard posture is important, but it’s not suitable for a genius like Yang Yi because the price he pays for correctness is too high.

Yang Yi put down the gun, then said excitedly, "How should I practice?"

Ben thought seriously for a moment and said, "I don’t know."

"You don’t know?"

"I’m just a manager, not a shooting coach, so I don’t know how to teach you."

Yang Yi had seen many exceptionally skilled shooters, but Ben was the first to point out that his overly standard shooting movements were actually causing inaccuracies.

"You definitely know, you just can’t remember at the moment. Please think about how you practiced shooting? Help me out, please."

Ben then thought for a long time in a side-tilted stance, and finally said helplessly, "Just practice like that."

"How do you practice? Can you shoot some rounds for me to see?"

Ben took the gun from Yang Yi’s hands and held the gun single-handedly, casually raised it, and then fired a few shots at the target.

All hit the bullseye.

"Just like that..."

While talking, Ben transferred the gun to his left hand, then casually fired a few more shots, once again hitting the bullseye very casually.

"Hands tremble, you just... well, just shoot casually, you’ll get accurate as you keep shooting."

Ben put down the handgun, then said with an embarrassed look, "Many people take too many bullets and then can’t finish shooting them. I get very bored here every day and don’t like to register the leftover bullets back into storage, so I just finish off people’s leftover bullets. Over the years, just shooting casually, it turned out like this. Asking me to teach you how to shoot, sorry, I just can’t teach."

Yang Yi was stunned for a while, then he whispered, "I get it, just fucking...shoot casually."

He picked up the handgun again and replaced the magazine, but this time Yang Yi held it with one hand. However, he soon realized that he immediately entered a shooting posture.

Yang Yi’s so-called shooting posture was his body and mind fully prepared for the right way to shoot.

Yang Yi put down the gun, tilted his head to one side, aimed the gun at the target and repeatedly pulled the trigger.

Ben was very surprised and said, "What are you doing? I’ve never seen anyone who can shoot accurately without looking at the target."

Yang Yi smiled and said, "I’m different from you, I’m different from everyone. Whenever I pick up a gun and look at the target, I automatically enter the correct mode. Pursuing the correct shooting posture isn’t good for me, so what I need to do now is...just shoot casually."

This time he truly shot casually. Yang Yi didn’t care how many rings he hit; he was just loading bullets and firing randomly, then repeating.

Now Yang Yi was purely practicing casual shooting technique, hitting or missing didn’t matter.

Yang Yi finally knew what true relaxed shooting was, and now he deliberately avoided remembering this feeling because, for him, deliberately remembering it was worse than not remembering at all.

Finally, Yang Yi twisted his head, then looked at the target, tilted the gun sideways and fired.

Shooting sideways, slanting, swinging his arm up and down, swinging left and right, shooting however he wanted.

Ben, touching his chin, said, "I’ve never seen anyone practice shooting like this, buddy, you’re wasting bullets."

Yang Yi laughed and said, "It’s not like we’re paying for them ourselves."

"That’s true."

While chatting with Ben, Yang Yi casually continued shooting. The .22 caliber bullets had low recoil, so his hand wasn’t uncomfortably shaken, and Yang Yi was truly relaxed now.

Ben and Yang Yi chatted, and then Ben helped Yang Yi load the magazines while chatting. When the magazines were all empty, Yang Yi and Ben refilled them together.

Just when Yang Yi was feeling good about it, trouble finally arrived.

Three people entered the indoor shooting range, and then they directly headed towards Yang Yi.

"Kid, you’re hiding here."

A middle-aged man had a smile on his face, but his words were not polite at all.

"It really took us a while to find you. What, got the upper hand and thinking of running? That’s not right, buddy, I suggest you’d better return to the arena and have a real match with us."

Yang Yi put down the gun and then said to the person who spoke, "Don’t you see I’m very busy? Gentlemen, could you please show some gentlemanly demeanor? As I said, I don’t have time to play with you anymore. I won’t go back to the ring, thank you."