"Ten rings! Ten rings! Ten rings! Eight rings! Seven rings! Seven rings! Six rings! Five rings! Five rings! Five rings!"
"A total of seventy-three rings!"
The judge's face was full of astonishment, then turned to one of awe as he looked at Zhou Hao. Calculating the trajectory deviations and bullet timings? Even the top marksmen in the military would struggle to achieve this. Yet Zhou Hao made it happen!
"Good, good, good!"
When the final result was announced, Dong Aiguo broke into a smile. He alone understood how difficult this rule he had set truly was.
It wasn't his original idea; about ten years ago, shortly after he joined the military, the most legendary sharpshooter back then had once undergone the same test. That marksman had managed to score only sixty rings.
Zhou Hao's result now had completely exceeded his expectations. No way, he didn't believe Hao Jian could surpass Zhou Hao!
"Haha, kiddo, now you see how powerful your granddaddy is?!"
