The Favored Son of Heaven

The face of the other participating recruit became stern.

All of the recruits were elite gunmen. They were fully aware of their own capabilities and compared them to what Lin Ling had achieved.

It would be a miracle if one was not hit by the flying paper models while maintaining a hundred percent accuracy on the battlefield, not to mention the fact that Lin Ling was able to achieve a stunning performance of a hundred percent critical hit rate.

Stackhouse’s face grew more stern than the rest. The white man’s face turned green at this moment as well.

As one of the elite gunmen, what shocked him the most was not just her zero count of getting hit, or the hundred percent critical hit rate.

What shocked him the most was Lin Ling’s judgment!

Every good gunman must learn how to make a good judgment. They need to make prior preparation as they estimate where the enemy might appear as well as the posture and angle of the enemy. The most important thing was to make the first move.

Stackhouse had always been very confident of his judgment. Even his master, one of the union’s top fifty gunmen, praised his judgment and even mentioned that he could be on par with the best gunmen in the union.

Lin Ling’s judgment completely destroyed his pride, especially the shot that killed the hostage as if they were some vicious criminal. That shot greatly affected his confidence.

The spectators were skeptical, but Stackhouse knew very well how real the bullet was. There wasn’t a hint of reluctance or hesitation in that shot. It was indeed a decisive and confident shot.

It was this kind of outstanding judgment that facilitated her making the first move. That was the deadly aspect.

Stackhouse was confident that he could achieve Lin Ling’s a hundred percent accuracy. But in terms of time, he was afraid he would not make it within six hundred seconds.

When it came to a showdown of a hundred percent critical rate, time was an important factor of winning.

For a gunman, the difference between life and death, heaven and hell… they were all within that one split second.

In addition to her judgment, Lin Ling’s speed in pathfinding was amazing. From beginning to end, she never took a wrong turn, which saved a lot of time.

A shooter who was good at finding the right path in a chaotic environment had one of the important aspects.

The elevator ascended quickly and soon reached the highest level. Stackhouse took several deep breaths, waiting for his fate to unfold.

On the huge projection screen, the walls of high-rise buildings changed, as did the stairs.

To be fair, each route was randomly generated for every participant. It was to prevent the participant from being familiarized with the battlefield and reduce the risk of cheating.

Even though, the chances of this happening was almost zero due to the competition venue being held in the continent’s military area.

However, the organizing committee did not treat this matter lightly.

The door slowly opened. Stackhouse, with a determination strong enough to face death, walked into the dark building.

The key lies in the critical shots!

Stackhouse, who had entered the battle state, completely forgot about Lin Ling’s capabilities showcased before and focus on his own battle.

Andy stared at the screen with a hint of admiration in his eyes. This was indeed a psychological quality fundamental to an elite gunman. No matter how difficult things got, just use a gun! Blast everything away! Onward to victory!

A lot of spectators were on the edge of their seats at the viewing platform. As the federal military disclosed the losing odds, it was shown that the recruits from Europe had the lowest losing odds. Moreover, they had the glory of winning the champion title in succession for a few years. They were the hot shots that were close to the championship.

Many people bet their money on the European recruits when gambling.

Stackhouse did not disappoint the audience who bet on him. The tremendous pressure from Lin Ling had turned into motivation for him to exceed his own capabilities and everything else.

His hands were fast, his shots more decisive than ever, and his judgement even faster.

The cardboard model blocking the way was like a piece of tofu trying to block a tank. It was instantly crushed.

Go! Go! Go!

Stackhouse rushed through the high-rise buildings like a mad man.

His accuracy and critical hit rate was a hundred percent. There was no injury sustained, with zero counts of getting hit. The completion time was six hundred seconds. It was a perfect S rank!

The exact same score! The audience cheered and Stackhouse sat on the ground with his hands supporting his body, panting. Sweat dripped from his face like rain, his uniform soaked as if he was just thrown into a pond and picked back up.

Looking at the results on the screen, Stackhouse first smiled, then fell to the ground exhausted. His face was filled with hopelessness.

A draw? No, it’s a loss!

Stackhouse was satisfied with his achievements which exceeded his limits, but at the same time admitted that he had lost.

Lin Ling, a female soldier from East Asia, also completed in six hundred seconds, but she completed it easily, as if she still had strength left for more.

On the other hand, Stackhouse gave in two hundred percent of concentration and energy, and he depleted it all.

When the battle ended, he collapsed as he was completely exhausted!

In a military competition, there was no such thing as a tie.

There can only be one, one first place.

If two are tied, they would need to compete again.

Stackhouse was fully aware of his capabilities. His condition now wouldn’t even let him aim properly at a target that was only twenty-five meters away with a gun.

What if it was another round of the last match? The result may get uglier than ever. The final result would be getting hit by bullets a thousand times. Fifty percent accuracy? How about accidental injury? Worse still, the repulsive timing. It could possibly be the worst result in all history of the Recruit Tournament.

If it’s a draw, it’s a loss! Stackhouse lay at the entrance while looking at Andy, the American recruit, who walked past him.

“All the best! Make sure you win.”

Stackhouse said with an exhausted voice, but his words were sincere.

After all that training and ending up facing such a bt-level [1] woman, he wasn’t satisfied. So, he hoped at least someone could defeat this woman, even if it was only by one second.

“I will do my best…”

Andy replied with no confidence, no matter how many times he calculated it, six hundred seconds to complete was the ultimate limit. The fact that Stackhouse could complete at this speed was not just because of his capabilities; some luck was involved too.

Andy couldn’t guarantee that he would have the same luck as Stackhouse.

Andy stepped onto the platform and once again the door of fate opened. Andy walked into it upright and fearless with his gun.

Just like Stackhouse, Andy entered the battlefield with a desperate look. Some of the audience cheered in unison on the viewing platform.

Over the years, the Americans always had the most powerful recruit.

Even the shooting competition, in recent years, they only lost by a little.

People were looking forward to Andy creating a miracle, and even though they could not speak their minds through the soundproof wall, it did not weaken their excitement.

At the same time, military enthusiasts were doing several calculations and concluded that six hundred seconds was the ultimate limit. It was impossible to surpass it.

The most professional military enthusiasts were silent. They already predicted the outcome for Andy before all the other audience based on what they calculated on the spot.

It couldn’t be within six hundred seconds, Andy’s speed was slower than Stackhouse’s.

There was already a gap between the capabilities of the two from the beginning. Stackhouse had reached his utmost limit. There was no way Andy could beat Stackhouse’s score.

Six hundred and sixty-five seconds.

It was a very good result; if it was in the Recruit Tournament in the past, he would have had the chance to become the champion.

However, today…

This would have been an outstanding result. But due to the performance of the last two recruits, it was less interesting to the audience. Even the spectators were hissing and booing at the American rookies.

Andy’s forehead was full of sweat, exhausted. He sat next to Stackhouse, frustrated and said, “I…did my best…”

“I saw.” Stackhouse smiled while looking at the wall, “Six hundred seconds even for Penglai… I am afraid the result will still be the same. He’ll probably even lose to that woman.”

Andy nodded. He furrowed his brows in frustration, “East Asia, such an interesting place. Either they stand no chance against us, or they produce unbeatable gunmen like her. Her performance could vanquish the wills of other gunmen.”

“You’re right.” Stackhouse nodded again and again, “She has trained hard, maybe she could challenge the top gunman for real.”

“The top gunman?” Andy’s eyes were filled with admiration, “Do you think she is a student of the top gunman?”

“No.” Stackhouse replied immediately, “The top gunman has his own style, that is to fight through everything no matter what. This woman may be decisive, straightforward and nimble, but she doesn’t ignore everything and no one can fake that.”

“Really?” Andy tilted his head and while looking at Stackhouse, he asked, “Do you think she will be the champion?”

“Of course!” Stackhouse rolled his eyes, “Look at her composure, bet she can still go for another three rounds of that six hundred seconds.”

“The other oriental man…”

“Impossible.” Stackhouse shook his head, “His hand is really good, but not enough to be on par with that woman. Six hundred seconds is the limit, and there’s no point reaching it. Her attitude shows that she could go on for a long fight no matter what.”

The game continued, and the recruits behind could not compete with the first three. Not only did they no longer have a hundred percent critical hit rate, they were also hit and sustained injuries.

This was no surprise, after all, the first three people performed all too well. The audience also began to understand that Andy’s performance was very exciting and not as bad as they thought it was.

The game finally reached the last person. Qin Fen slowly got up and left the other candidates.

“Hey, oriental man, good luck. ” Andy cheered half-jokingly.

Qin Fen stopped and looked back at the two men sitting on the floor and said, “I will win this.”