836: C836 100m Target

C836 100m Target

"Enter?" Empty the magazine? "

"What do you mean?"

Both of them were stupefied. Noon Horse and Mang Yang then took the firearms in their hands and removed the magazine from their hands. Then, they withdrew the magazine from the barrel of the gun.

"Clearing the magazine means that if someone wants to enter the shooting-range, no matter how far away they are, they have to pull out all the bullets in the weapon to prevent them from accidentally injuring others."

So that's how it was! Chen Ming and Meng Shihan nodded. But what was he going to do now? What's the matter? Noon, on the other hand, saw that something was wrong. He walked up to Lang Yang and said, "Lang Yang, it looks like boss is going to have another try with Yang Song!"

"Compete?" "What duel?" "Fighting!" Loulan Slash hadn't said anything yet, but Chen Ming had shouted it out loud. When he heard the word 'duel', his interest was piqued.

After he glanced at Shengxiao and Yang Song, he also saw the throwing knives on the table and said happily, "These two, coming to the shooting-range and not sparring with their weapons, they are actually sparring with their throwing knives and concealed weapons."

Noon Horse helplessly smiled and looked at his boss, "There's no other way. Although Mr. Yang is powerful, but in reality, he has not been trained to shoot. His throwing knives might be pretty good."

Others might not know it, but he was very clear that when he first met Yang Song, he threw a steel bar at him, almost causing him to be injured. That precision and strength was really too terrifying, one must know, this was a steel bar! It wasn't anything else.

Now that he thought about it, it made sense to him that the eldest was a competitive person. However, it wasn't that he couldn't afford to lose, it was just that he still needed to work hard to win it back. Losing didn't mean he didn't like the feeling of winning.

"Let's go!" Let's go take a look! "

Chen Ming brought Meng Shihan and ran over. He had been shooting for so long, so it wouldn't be a problem to talk about it later. It was better to go and watch the show!

Yang Song was holding two throwing knives in his hand, and was sizing them up. After feeling their weight, he said to the Life Xiao, "I will throw two of these throwing knives first, I'm not familiar with these throwing knives, so I want to feel them first."

"Of course, I do not wish for victory to be undeserved!" Shengxiao liked fair matches, so he didn't really like faking it either.

The throwing knife in Yang Song's hand felt like it was playing a trick, spinning around like a butterfly. After feeling the weight of the knife, Yang Song threw a single hand, and a silver light flew out, leaving the target that was twenty meters away and shooting into the grass nearby.

The body of the saber was different from that of the Murderous Fish Saber, it still required a different method to use it. Yang Song used the same method in the first strike, and sure enough, the saber deviated from its trajectory.

"Yang Song, you shouldn't only have this kind of strength, right?" Shengxiao did not believe that Yang Song only had this kind of strength. Even though he was not familiar with it, it was unlikely that he would lose his target.

Yang Song threw the throwing knife in his hand up and down twice, then smiled and said, "Of course it's not that simple. It's just this knife, I just threw it at random."

As soon as his voice fell, Yang Song raised his hand and threw the second knife. Yang Song's eyes were fixed on the flying knife, and without even looking at the target, the knife flew towards it, and with a muffled sound, the flying knife stabbed into the ten rings.

"That's right, this is the way to be interesting!" Fifty meters, right? "

"That's right, I said fifty meters before, but if all of them were hit by ten rings, then there would be no difference in height!"

Yang Song thought about it carefully. If all of them are ten rings, then you have no meaning. Thus, he came up with a solution. The outcome had to be decided, or else this guy would continue bothering him.

Sheng Xiao felt the same way. Looking at Yang Song, he seemed to realize that he already had an idea. He then asked, "You're right. Do you have any good ideas?"

"Of course. Did you see the target?"

Pointing at the target that was a hundred meters away, Yang Song looked at him and asked, "Why don't we just shoot at that target with our final blade? The one closest to the tenth circle can be considered the winner."

A target of 100 meters? Sheng Xiao's eyes lit up. He was sure of this! He didn't dare to say that he could hit, but since Yang Song dared to say that he should be confident, then he wouldn't be able to show weakness. Besides, this kid might be able to hit!

By now, all the throwing knives Yang Song had thrown out had been retrieved. All twenty throwing knives were neatly placed on the table. Yang Song and Sheng Xiao each had ten knives.

Because what the two of them said was very likely, which was to say that they didn't have a complete set of rules for the competition, so that would have helped them perfect the rules for the competition.

At the position of ten rings, the first nine blades cannot fail to hit the target. With all nine blades having ten rings, the last blade will be thrown towards the target at a distance of one hundred meters. The person closest to the ten ring wins, but the first nine blades will be considered a failure if one of them fails to hit the first ten rings.

For others, it might be a little too much. In other words, the first nine blades couldn't have any mistakes, or else it would be a failure, because right now, it was only a temporary rule. There was no way to be so detailed, it was already very good.

In fact, throwing knives were considered a type of secret weapons in the ancient times, and were considered a type of long-range weapon. In fact, throwing knives was considered a type of secret weapons in the ancient times, and was considered a type of long-range weapon.1

At a distance of twenty meters or so, the throwing knife's lethality was terrifying, but after running fifty meters, it was actually not very good, let alone a hundred meters. The throwing knife's wristforce was a terrifying force, and it didn't just require brute force, it also needed to control the throwing knife's trajectory.

Not to mention throwing knives, even bullets, in order to travel a certain distance, one would need to grasp the trajectory and arc of the bullet, as well as the interference of wind speed, in all directions. To be honest, this was still the first time in a long distance.

"The match begins!"

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