The Favored Heiress
Chapter 581: Never Underestimate Miss Li

Chapter 581: Chapter 581: Never Underestimate Miss Li

Wei Lang noticed the gaze Li Qiao directed his way and said with a hint of reassurance, "Miss Li, just do your best. If you can tie with me, you’ll be considered the winner."

Li Qiao smiled with her eyes lowered, holding the gun with one hand, resting its barrel on the corner of the table, catching a glimpse of him from the corner of her eye, "Alright."

Behind them, a burst of discussion could be heard once more.

"My goodness, tying with Hall Master Wei is no easy feat."

"Indeed, it is not easy, even when Brother Chen was assessed, he barely managed to tie with Hall Master Wei."

He Chen, who was watching the excitement: "..."

"Miss Li, go for it—let us see something impressive."

At this point, someone, perhaps keen on adding to the excitement, bellowed loudly to cheer Li Qiao on.

Wei Lang raised his left arm and clenched his fist, the vast training ground gradually returned to silence, "The assessment begins."

The first round involved moving target practice in an elimination format, with the number and speed of breaking clay pigeons being the final criterion for evaluation.

Beside them, the timer and the monitor were reset to zero.

The wind blew, ruffling everyone’s hair.

Li Qiao adjusted her grip on the gun, her eyes sharply scanning the surroundings.

Soon, the "whoosh whoosh whoosh" sound of cutting through the air came from the clay pigeon launcher.

Several beige clay pigeons flew out from a hollow 30 meters away, and nearly simultaneously, ten people, led by Li Qiao, raised their guns to aim.

Clay pigeon shooting had long been listed as a sports event and sounded simple enough, but on the scene today, it posed an absolute challenge.

Because they were not using specialized shooting guns and could not use a scope to track the flight path of the clay pigeons in the air.

This assessment was inherently designed to test shooting speed and accuracy, and the visual confusion caused by multiple pigeons made it easy to miss the optimal shooting moment and possibly misfire, unable to pinpoint the pigeons.

So, as everyone focused intently on the act of shooting with one arm, three gunshots rang out first, reverberating through the valley.

Afterward, seven more shots followed in succession.

Once the clay pigeons were shattered, the air dozens of meters away was stained with pink debris, against the backdrop of green mountains and a pink sky, creating quite a beautiful scene, but the onlookers did not have time to appreciate it.

Because, with ten people shooting at the pigeons, ten shots were heard, but it seemed as though two of the members had not fired their guns at all.

What was going on?

At the moment, the two shooters were standing side by side, still maintaining their shooting posture, with rather indescribable expressions on their faces.

Ten clay pigeons, one per person, right?

Then who the hell fired three shots just now, shattering their clay pigeons as well, huh?

He Chen, standing on the periphery, was leaning on the training bars, chin propped on his forearm, his eyes full of interest.

He glanced sideways at Shang Yu with an undiminished smile, "Don’t you think your woman is rather hateful to others?"

This elimination game, she’s playing it as if it’s child’s play.

She doesn’t even give her opponents a chance to shoot, directly breaking their pigeons.

The first contest directly eliminated two people.

Shang Yu stood tall with one hand in his pocket.

Hearing He Chen’s teasing, the man pressed his thin lips together, his voice was deep with a hint of laughter, "She’s just highly capable."

Meanwhile, the four assistants who stood behind Shang Yu had expressions that held much significance.

This was their first time observing Miss Li’s assessment at the Secret Hall, and to claim they were not surprised would be false.

After all, they hadn’t yet qualified for the assessment; even to enter the Secret Hall, approval from the boss was mandatory.

Yes, those three shots were all fired by Li Qiao.

Wei Lang was standing right next to her, so he heard them loud and clear.

His Adam’s apple moved up and down, and suddenly, he thought of the words his cousin Wei Ang had told him.

——Never underestimate Miss Li, or she might just shoot your face off.

Wei Lang quickly adjusted his mood, glanced sideways at his subordinate who was still holding the gun in confusion not far away, wiped his face, and said in a low voice, "Miss Li, how did you shoot someone else’s clay pigeon..."

Li Qiao replied very candidly, "Was I not supposed to shoot it?"

This round was all about hitting as many clay pigeons as possible, and as quickly as possible, wasn’t it?

Wei Lang looked up at the cloudless sky, his mouth half-open, speechless.

He finally understood why Cheng Mo had repeatedly emphasized that he should explain the rules clearly and thoroughly, without skipping anything.

Indeed, he had not said that you could not shoot.

At that moment, seeing Wei Lang lost in thought, Li Qiao frowned slightly and said in a light voice, "If it was against the rules, then this round should be null and void."

She didn’t know it was not allowed, nor did she intend to show off her skills.

When Wei Lang had explained the rules of the competition, she had simply focused on the key points that the number and speed of the clay pigeons were what determined the winner.

And just now, she could have easily shot five clay pigeons in a combo, but she held back.

Wei Lang waved his hand, excitement shining in his eyes, "No rule has been violated, Miss Li shot wonderfully!"

Since he hadn’t said she couldn’t shoot someone else’s clay pigeon, how could he accuse her of breaking the rules?

Moreover...

The fault wasn’t with Li Qiao, but rather that they were technologically inferior; they were still aiming when Miss Li had already shattered their targets.

The competition was about speed and quantity, with no problems there.

Wei Lang cast a long look at the two subordinates who had been utterly confused throughout, and waved them off, "Step down now."

The two subordinates looked at each other, then laid down their guns and left the field.

Their performance could not even be counted as mere tools; to be precise, they had just delivered two easy kills, hiding their capabilities and names.

In the first elimination round, Li Qiao single-handedly eliminated two people.

Seconds later, the second round began.

The number of clay pigeon launchers decreased from ten to eight.

Because this was Li Qiao’s assessment, and owing to her previous flamboyant move, other members were all bracing themselves.

Fearing that the upcoming competition targets would be snatched by her.

But even so, as the second round began and the clay pigeons soared into the air, Li Qiao immediately fired four shots.

Wei Lang still followed the rules, firing only one shot.

Those robbed of their targets were left staring at Li Qiao dumbfounded, Could you at least aim before you shoot?

Give those of us from the Second Hall a little bit of face, would you?

Truly, as opponents to Li Qiao today, except for Wei Lang, the other eight members were also sharpshooters from the Second Hall.

It wasn’t that their abilities were lacking, it was that the assessment itself was designed to be tricky.

To follow the trajectory of a clay pigeon dozens of meters away with the naked eye, without a scope, was unprecedentedly difficult.

Three members forced smiles on their faces, but were actually crying inside.

As for the others watching the competition, they had long forgotten the time and place.

Is this what they call a bloodbath?

In just a moment, only five people remained on the field.

Wei Lang, full of excitement, didn’t want to waste any time and immediately started the third round.

Five people, five clay pigeons.

Which also meant that if Li Qiao could directly hit five clay pigeons in the third round, she would win for sure.

But Wei Lang, dubbed as one of the top ten marksmen with a hundred rings, was a naturally outstanding shooter of the Second Hall.