Chapter 756: Chapter 756

The owner of the shooting game booth before Ding Fan's eyes was none other than the man who had controlled the woman with the wires before.

At this moment, Ding Fan was very close to the man, so he could see his facial features clearly. The man wore glasses, but they did little to hide his dark circles. He had a not-so-high nose and, although he looked somewhat scholarly, there was an air of evil charm between his brows...

The man didn't notice Ding Fan observing him; his gaze was fixed on Qin Manshu and Zhang Wanyue.

Qin Manshu was a peerless beauty to begin with, and her extraordinary temperament made her stand out even in a crowd. Although Zhang Wanyue was slightly less striking than Qin Manshu, her exquisite features and svelte figure ensured she comfortably belonged in the ranks of beautiful women.

"Here are your bullets." The man managed to hide his admiration well as he handed a bag of bullets to Zhang Wanyue.

The shooting game used BB pellets, and there happened to be exactly one hundred bullets in that bag.

Qin Manshu and Zhang Wanyue didn't notice the man's covetous looks and happily helped Ding Fan load the bullets.

"Brother Fan, if you hit the target fifty times in a row, you can win that Hugging Bear..." Zhang Wanyue said with anticipation.

Qin Manshu was by the side, smiling at Ding Fan. "Brother Fan, it's all on you now..."

Ding Fan casually took the gun. "Hitting the target a hundred times in a row earns you a thousand bucks... I don't need the money. You two can have a Hugging Bear each."

The booth owner looked at Ding Fan. "If you can hit the target a hundred times in a row, not only will I give you one thousand yuan, but I'll also give you two Hugging Bears."

Be it Qin Manshu or Zhang Wanyue, either woman was a top-tier beauty, and yet both of them were gathered around Ding Fan...

For any man, that would be a cause for envy, jealousy, and hatred...

Such an outstanding man was simply a common enemy, monopolizing so many resources. At this moment, the booth owner spoke up, obviously venting his frustration.

Ding Fan nodded. "Alright, let's start by hitting a hundred targets then."

Having said that, Ding Fan immediately raised the gun he was holding and, without even looking, he fired it.

The toy gun Ding Fan was using could load ten bullets at a time. Each pull of the bolt would fire one bullet. The ten bullets were quickly spent.

And out of those ten bullets fired, only one balloon ten meters away was hit.

"Buddy, that was pretty poor. You hit only one out of ten bullets..."

"This thing is not so simple..."...

Because the two beauties, Zhang Wanyue and Qin Manshu, were huddled next to Ding Fan, quite a crowd had gathered in front of the booth to watch the spectacle. Among the onlookers were naturally some who had heard Ding Fan's bold statement before.

Ding Fan had claimed he would hit the target a hundred times, but now, with ten bullets fired, only one balloon on the ten-meter-away wall had been hit, prompting the crowd to jeer...

"Buddy, it looks like your shooting isn't up to snuff, hitting a hundred times is probably out of reach..." the booth owner commented.

Zhang Wanyue rushed to defuse the situation. "Brother Fan, it's all just for fun, it doesn't matter... "

Ding Fan smiled indifferently. "I was just making a test shot before, let's start for real now."

"Actually, there's no need to take it seriously, it's quite hard to hit the target with this thing..." Zhang Wanyue was concerned Ding Fan might embarrass himself in front of so many people and reassured him kindly.

At this moment, Qin Manshu came over and gently put her arm around Zhang Wanyue's shoulder.

"Trust in Brother Fan, he can do it."

Zhang Wanyue looked up at Qin Manshu and then nodded seriously.

The booth owner by the side spoke to Ding Fan. "Then let's see your shooting skills"...

Ding Fan didn't take it to heart.

As he said, the ten bullets he had just fired were just a trial shot.

He had fired real guns before, but it was his first time handling this type of gun. Even though Ding Fan was a cultivator, he couldn't guarantee to hit the target a hundred times in a row with something he had never touched before.

If hitting the target were that easy, the booth owner wouldn't need to be in business...

From his shooting attempt, Ding Fan had realized that the BB pellets tended to drift when fired; they didn't travel in a straight line.

The reason for this was that the bullets were quite light and the guns didn't provide enough pressure, lacking the necessary force to ensure a straight trajectory. New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩⁂𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾⁂𝔫𝔢𝔱

Now that Ding Fan knew the reason, he naturally had a solution. He took careful aim with his gun.

Ding Fan injected a trace of True Qi into the gun barrel, mainly to increase the pressure inside the barrel.

All of these were done so stealthily that no one else could see.

Having prepared, Ding Fan calmly took aim.

At this moment, the surrounding crowd had also quieted down. They were all there to see Ding Fan embarrass himself in front of the beauties.

Those who had played with the toy gun here knew it was difficult to hit the target. Managing to hit seven or eight out of ten was already quite impressive. This thing could only be for entertainment; taking it seriously meant losing...

Just then, Ding Fan pulled the trigger.

A bullet was fired, and at the same time, a balloon hanging on the wall ten meters away burst.

No particular expression showed on Ding Fan's face as he once again worked the gun bolt. After a brief pause, he fired another shot.

Pop... another balloon on the ten-meter-away wall burst on cue...

Ding Fan continued to work the bolt quickly, and after ten bullets were fired, all the balloons on the opposite wall burst on cue!

After firing ten bullets, Ding Fan promptly removed the magazine. Qin Manshu and Zhang Wanyue were busy reloading bullets for him.

"Brother Fan, that was great... just ten more hits..." Zhang Wanyue handed the reloaded magazine to Ding Fan.

Ding Fan flashed a slight smile at Zhang Wanyue, then proceeded to load the magazine.

After loading the magazine, Ding Fan pulled the bolt back. This time, he almost skipped the aiming process.

Even so, the balloon opposite burst in an instant.

Ding Fan did not pause and kept pulling the bolt and squeezing the trigger. In a blink of an eye, he had hit twenty shots in a row.

At this point, the surrounding crowd started to grow restless. If one could attribute the first ten shots to luck, it was nearly impossible to chalk up twenty consecutive shots to mere chance.

Zhang Wanyue was excited; she and Qin Manshu had found another magazine early on and, as soon as Ding Fan finished shooting, the two women handed over the loaded magazine.

Ding Fan pulled the bolt, but this time he did not immediately pull the trigger; instead, he just looked at the game stall owner beside him.

"That's twenty shots," he said.

The game stall owner nodded. "No worries, as long as you hit one hundred shots in a row, you'll get a thousand bucks and two Hugging Bears."

At that moment Ding Fan raised his gun and fired without pausing, his eyes still on the game stall owner while his gun was pointed in a different direction at another balloon.

Pop... the balloon shattered on cue.

"Damn, this kid's shooting skills are frickin' awesome; he can hit that too?"

"Could this kid have been in the Olympics or something...?"

Ding Fan's shot was so cool that it caused a small stir among the onlookers.

After making the shot, Ding Fan decided not to be overly confident. There weren't many balloons left on the opposite wall, and while they weren't particularly difficult to hit, Ding Fan still needed to be cautious. It would not be good to capsize in the gutter.

Pop pop pop... Ding Fan continuously squeezed the trigger, and in one go, ten bullets all hit their target.

By now, Ding Fan didn't waste any more words and directly handed his empty magazine to Zhang Wanyue, while Qin Manshu hurriedly offered a new, bullet-laden magazine.

After slamming in the new magazine, Ding Fan continued shooting...

For a moment, everyone around the shooting stall fell silent. There, only the pop pop pop of bursting balloons could be heard.

Because of the Huaxia people's love for excitement, by the time Ding Fan burst the eighty-eighth balloon, the area was already packed with people.

Qin Manshu looked at the dense crowd and was speechless. No matter what Ding Fan did, it always drew significant attention. It was just a game of shooting balloons, but now it seemed like an extraordinary event.

At this moment, the crowd of onlookers began counting for Ding Fan, and suddenly everyone was involved. The atmosphere reached a small climax.

The game stall owner's face grew unsightly; he had been running this stall for some time, but so far, no one had hit twenty shots in a row...

And here Ding Fan was, hitting more than ninety shots in a row.

The game stall owner began to wonder if Ding Fan had ever competed in the Olympics. Why would someone with such precision come to shoot balloons at his stall when they could bring glory to their nation at the Olympics...

"One hundred and one..."

"One hundred and two..."

"One hundred and three..."

"One hundred and four..."

After hitting one hundred balloons, Ding Fan still showed no sign of stopping, his gun continuously firing.

By now, the entire second floor of the arcade had come to a halt, with everyone crowding around the shooting stall.

"Did you hear? Someone at the shooting stall has already hit over a hundred shots in a row, and they're still going..."

"Holy moly! Over a hundred shots? How did they do that?"

"Who knows, but let's hurry over there, or we'll miss it..."

The second-floor arcade was not just jammed with visitors; even some staff members had gathered around.

For a while, over two hundred people were collectively counting for Ding Fan; each time he burst a balloon, everyone on-site would shout out the number together.

The second-floor arcade had reached a climax...

Zhang Wanyue and Qin Manshu truly did not expect that just shooting a gun could turn into the spectacle it had become.

"One hundred forty-two..."

"One hundred forty-three..."

"One hundred forty-four..."

The shouts from the crowd vibrated through the entire second floor.

Then, once again, Ding Fan removed the magazine and passed it to Zhang Wanyue; after taking a new magazine from Qin Manshu, he pulled the bolt back once more.

On the opposite wall, there were barely any balloons left—only about three or four.

Ding Fan did not waste any more time, pulled back the bolt, and with no hesitation... pop pop pop pop...

After four shots, the wall ten meters away was cleared of balloons...

Only then did Ding Fan place the gun on the table beside him.

"Boss, a total of one hundred and fifty consecutive hits, time to claim the prize..." Ding Fan said indifferently.