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With the voice of a young host echoing throughout the entire shooting range, "Competitors, please prepare!" This simple command instantly tightened the atmosphere on site. Each competitor earnestly raised their weapon, adjusted their breathing, and found their target.
The lighting in the shooting range was slightly dim, with only a small light in front of each shooting position illuminating each target. The silhouettes of each competitor appeared particularly large at this moment, their shadows cast on the wall behind them, as if they were silent witnesses to this competition.
Ren tightly grasped the " TAMAYURA," his every breath becoming rhythmic. Between each inhale and exhale, he offered himself encouragement and reassurance. His pupils contracted as he focused intently on the target ahead.
Not far away, the host held a massive red button. Once he confirmed that all the contestants were ready, he took a deep breath and then forcefully pressed the button.
A deafening horn sounded, as if it were the battle cry, and the entire arena was immediately engulfed by the sound of shooting. The sounds of gunfire, bullets hitting the target, and the clatter of shell casings hitting the ground intertwined to form a heart-stirring symphony.
Ren quickly fired his own bullets, each one hitting the target with precision. His movements were skilled and swift, and after each shot, he would quickly adjust his position and angle to ensure the next shot's accuracy. To his left and right, other competitors were also striving to shoot, attempting to score more points.
shooting competition is in full swing, but Ren seems to be different from other competitors. Every time he shooting, it's like a carefully calculated masterpiece, hitting the bullseye with precision. This is not his first time participating in this kind of competition, but every time he is able to push his limits a little higher, as if challenging his own boundaries.
As the competition progresses, the host occasionally reports the scores of the participants. But when Ren's score is announced, there is an instant silence in the venue.
"Now, we have a player whose score has reached an astonishing forty-five points!" The host's voice was filled with surprise and excitement. "He is the player at target number five, Ren!"
The whole room turned towards Ren, who was calmly reloading his bullets. Forty-five points - this is definitely a shocking high score in the current competition, even surpassing the scores of many seasoned shooters.
Other contestants looked at Ren with some surprise. His superb skills and amazing scores have undoubtedly become the focus of this competition. Many players secretly decided in their hearts that they must work harder in the next competition in order to catch up with the scores of this sharpshooter.
Ren, on the other hand, seemed unaffected by the atmosphere. He calmly adjusted his breathing and once again entered the aiming state, ready to face the next round of challenges.
Ren's every bullet is like a thunderous strike, hitting the target machine with precision almost as soon as it appears. The intervals between each shooting are instantaneous, as if he has already predicted the position and timing of the target machine's appearance. In a short period of time, Ren has already shot down most of the target machines.
Other participants seem to be shocked by Ren's outstanding performance. The moment they aim their guns at the target machine, Ren has often already hit it first. Some experienced shooters have even begun to slow down their shooting rhythm, silently admiring Ren's extraordinary skills.
The atmosphere on the scene has been completely dominated by Ren. The host occasionally exclaims Ren's name, and the audience has been completely drawn in by his outstanding performance, with screams and applause filling the air.
Some contestants have even begun to quietly discuss, with some saying they have never seen such a sharpshooter, while others admire Ren as if he were a precision shooting machine, with every shot being flawless.
However, for Ren, it seems that he has not been affected by all of this. He still aims calmly, shooting with complete focus and determination. Each time he pulls the trigger, he is confident of hitting the target, reaching a level of confidence and stability that has become an art form.
In the final seconds of the competition, Ren aims at the last target, takes a deep breath, and precisely fires the last bullet from his gun. As the bullet hits the bullseye, the echoing sound of the shot reverberates throughout the entire shooting range, almost synchronizing everyone's heartbeat with the rhythm of the shooting.
At the moment when the warning sound indicating the end of the competition sounded, the entire shooting range was shocked by Ren's outstanding performance. Many competitors and spectators turned to look at him, their eyes filled with surprise, respect, and even a hint of envy.
The host cleared his throat, trying to calm his emotions. He reminded the competitors again: "Please ensure safety, immediately remove the magazine, and check the chamber and magazine to confirm that there are no bullets inside."
Ren and the other players quickly underwent inspection, then placed their firearms on the table. During this time, the atmosphere at the scene was tense, with everyone waiting for the host's next words.
The host picked up the score sheet, carefully examined it, then took a deep breath and said, "Everyone, in this competition, one player has shown astonishing shooting skills, scoring 199 points in just 90 seconds!"
He paused for a moment, and the atmosphere at the scene became even more tense. Then he announced, "The master standing at target number five is Ren!"
With the host's announcement, the audience immediately erupted into enthusiastic applause. Ren nodded slightly and made a polite gesture to the audience. His shooting skills not only won the favor of the audience, but also earned the respect of his opponents at the scene.
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