"Where's the injury?"

Wang Zhong untied a few slits and pulled down the clothes on his right shoulder, revealing the wound on his chest and shoulder.

"It's already fine. It doesn't affect shooting." Wang Zhong said.

"You said your marksmanship is good. Although I really want to believe it, seeing is believing and hearing is false..."

"What do you want to try, sir?"

Zhang Lixian thought for a while, walked to the side, picked up a piece of broken tile the size of an egg, held it up and said to Wang Zhong, "Did you see it?"

"I throw this tile out, and if you can hit it in mid-air, it means your marksmanship is really good."

Wang Zhong untied the Shui Lian Zhu from his back, held it in his hand, and said, "Please give me some advice, sir."

Zhang Lixian glanced at Wang Zhong, then turned around and threw it hard. The tiles rose into the air and flew more than ten meters in the blink of an eye.

Before Zhang Lixian had time to turn around, he heard the sound of a gun bolt being pulled next to him. Along with the sound of a gunshot, the piece of broken tiles that was moving forward rapidly in the mid-air was hit into debris all over the sky.

The defeated soldiers and the elite confidantes of Yu Tuanzuo all looked at this scene with shocked faces.

Don't think that situations like this often appear on TV, and that this kind of thing is easy to do. The broken tiles no more than the size of eggs flying in the air are completely different from those targets that stand still, and there is no time to aim at them.

, if you want to hit, you rely on your almost instinctive and precise shooting skills.

"Your marksmanship is amazing!" Zhang Lixian was so frightened that he spoke in Sichuanese: "I didn't expect that among these defeated soldiers, there is a sharpshooter like you."

The way Zhang Lixian looked at Wang Zhong had completely changed.
Chapter completed!