Stopping When Enough is Enough

In an instant, Devil Yan, a veteran who had experienced countless life-and-death situations, detected a familiar and intense killing intent.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!"

The sound of the submachine gun firing was like a thunderstorm, ravaging everyone's eardrums.

But the storm came quickly and went quickly. When the students stared blankly, the gunfire had already stopped.

Meng Chao skillfully disassembled the magazine, opened the breech, and allowed the equally dazed invigilator to check.

The screen did not display his score for a long time.

He didn't care, limbering his fingers and turning to leave the field.

"Meng Chao, how was it?"

The students hurriedly surrounded him.

"Very good."

Meng Chao thought for a moment, "Within my own capabilities, it was impeccable."

The students were speechless.

If you're nervous, you're nervous, if your mentality collapses, it collapses, why are you still being stubborn!

Zuo Haoran shook his head in disdain, as if blaming himself for bothering with a bragging king.

Just then, Meng Chao's score arrived late.

"Meng Chao from Class 6, firearms test score 588, total score 1434, currently ranked eighth in the school!"

The huge indoor shooting range was instantly silent.

Even the gunshots from the adjacent testing room became somewhat muffled.

It was as if the air was filled with enormous viscosity, firmly sticking the sound, oxygen, and everyone's thoughts.

"588 points? Zuo Haoran had 515 points just now, right?"

"Meng Chao's firearms score exceeded Zuo Haoran's by 73 points, instantly leveling the gap in speed and strength, and his total score surpassed Zuo Haoran's by more than twenty points?"

"How is that possible? He clearly missed the target a lot, and he used a submachine gun to shoot at moving targets, how could he get such a high score, is it a mistake?"

Everyone looked at each other, it seemed, perhaps, probably, it was a mistake.

Zuo Haoran was even more stunned: "Did they mix up my score with Meng Chao's?"

The invigilator frowned and pulled up Meng Chao's target.

Everything was fine before.

Until the last Golden Target.

Zuo Haoran's Golden Target just now was clean, without even a pinhole.

Meng Chao's Golden Target, however, was covered with a full thirteen bullet holes, six of which hit within the eight rings, almost blasting the small Golden Target to pieces.

The golden target was the most valuable, and the score from that one target alone was enough to crush Zuo Haoran.

A moment of silence.

From the invigilator to his classmates, everyone looked dazed.

"Did you guess, or did you aim?" After a long time, someone said in disbelief.

No one was testing now, and whether they could speak was up to the invigilator, and judging from the invigilator's expression, he was also very curious about this question.

Meng Chao said, "Of course I aimed. I've been saying repeatedly for a week that my marksmanship is pretty good. Why don't you believe me?"

The classmates couldn't help but say, "But you assembled the gun so slowly just now!"

Unlike Zuo Haoran, who was smooth and swift.

Meng Chao smiled, "Assembling a gun isn't a juggling act. Why do it so fast? Do you want my hands to turn into a cloud of gray mist?

"The purpose of assembling a gun is firstly for maintenance, and secondly to understand the wear and deformation of each part by carefully caressing them, and then deduce the shooting parameters of the entire gun.

"You know, every new gun has slight differences in shooting parameters when it just leaves the factory, not to mention that this batch of guns has been touched by countless candidates, their shooting habits are different, and many people's postures and firing rhythms are wrong, messing up the rifling and parts—if you don't perceive every detail clearly, how can you shoot accurately?"

"So, you were already prepared to shoot the golden target?"

Someone suddenly realized, "Then why didn't you use a semi-automatic rifle, but a submachine gun?"

Meng Chao shrugged, "The golden target is fleeting, and you can only use one gun. The submachine gun has thirty bullets, and the semi-automatic rifle only has twenty."

The classmates couldn't believe their ears, "But the accuracy of a semi-automatic rifle is higher!"

Meng Chao thought for a while, "It's all the same to me."

"..."

The classmates were speechless.

They just wanted to roar at the sky.

Someone asked through gritted teeth, "Then why did you miss the moving target so many times when you first used the submachine gun?"

"Testing the gun."

It would help his classmates with their upcoming exams, so Meng Chao didn't hide anything, "Although I tried my best to assemble the submachine gun according to my shooting habits, I still couldn't grasp its characteristics due to the wear of the parts and rifling. Therefore, I needed to use a few bullets to correct the trajectory before I could hit the bullseye every time."

The classmates looked at each other, "So, from the beginning, you went all in, betting all your hopes on the golden target?"

Meng Chao was stunned for a moment, his eyes flickering, as if the classmates had raised a difficult question to understand.

"I didn't 'go all in'."

The last time he blew up the Ghost Eye Golden Winged Flame Beetle, that was going all in, betting on the last bullet.

Today, he was just solving a problem with complicated steps and complex calculations, but not too difficult, that's all.

As he spoke, Meng Chao slapped hands with Chu Feixiong, who was behind him in line, and walked out.

He brushed past Zuo Haoran, but didn't look at the dejected class monitor, nor did he mention the duel from a week ago in front of the Principal and the Dean of Students.

But Zuo Haoran himself fell into a trap of confusion, fear, and shame, as if the whole world was collapsing on him.

The smile of assured victory from moments ago froze on Zuo Haoran's face, like a lingering mark from a fierce slap by Meng Chao.

"Haoran—"

The Dean of Students pinched his waist hard, "You did very well on the test, go and rest, calm down."

The Invigilator also said sternly, "Pay attention to the examination discipline, students who have finished the test, please leave!"

The Class 6 teacher hurried forward, "Meng Chao, Zuo Haoran, you go back to the classroom first, remember… stay calm, don't get carried away."

The exam was still in progress, so the two naturally couldn't clash here.

Meng Chao nodded and waved, "Good luck, I hope everyone hits the bullseye every time and gets good results!"

He turned and left the testing room.

Zuo Haoran followed behind with a gloomy face.

It wasn't until they left the Testing Center Building that Meng Chao couldn't help but raise his fist and wave it forcefully.

One step closer to his dream, this feeling of constantly changing his destiny is truly wonderful!

This scene, falling into Zuo Haoran's eyes, was undoubtedly a provocation.

"Meng Chao, you got lucky today, a blind cat catching a dead mouse, you beat me in the overall score, I naturally have no face to continue being the class monitor, but I am not convinced by your actual combat ability!"

He gritted his teeth and said, "Extreme punching power, the 100-meter sprint, and the shooting game in the target range, don't represent real combat power at all. Now that you've recovered to your peak, do you have the guts to fight me?"

Meng Chao turned back, looking at Zuo Haoran with a smile that wasn't quite a smile.

Here it comes, just like in his previous life.

It's just that, in his previous life, the class monitor had all the advantages, and with a few words, he provoked himself into anger, obediently jumping into his trap.

In this life, he will let him taste the consequences of his own actions.

"I can," Meng Chao said calmly.

Behind the Ninth High School cafeteria is a dense Small Woods.

In the woods is a patch of soft sandy soil.

This is where the students usually resolve disputes.

Dragon City is a world of iron and blood, where martial arts are extremely popular among the people, even an eighty-year-old woman can play with a shotgun, let alone vigorous teenagers.

The school usually turns a blind eye, and even encourages students to go to the training room to resolve conflicts publicly under the supervision of a teacher.

If someone likes to fight privately in the depths of the Small Woods, as long as it doesn't cause serious consequences, they generally won't be severely punished.

Looking at the swaying shadows of the trees in front of him, Meng Chao was filled with emotions.

It's here.

In his previous life, he was plotted against by Zuo Haoran here, which led to his failure in the college entrance examination.

"Class monitor, we are all going to take the Undergraduate exam, this time we will stop when we've made our point, no matter who wins or loses, the past grievances will be written off, how about it?" Standing in the center of the Small Woods, Meng Chao hesitated for a moment, but still spoke.

Zuo Haoran's eyes darted around, "Naturally, stop when we've made our point, all grievances written off!"

"Alright, I hope you mean what you say, otherwise..." Meng Chao's eyebrows furrowed, and he stepped forward to attack.

Ripple patterns appeared beneath his feet, pushing the sand into circles of ripples, borrowing the power of the earth to unleash wave-like strength.

Zuo Haoran retreated at high speed, his figure blurring, also using Ripple Force.

"Meng Chao, you've only learned 'Ripple Force' in the past year, while I'm proficient in both 'Ripple' and 'Raging Bull' power exertion methods, combining both strength and flexibility. You're no match for me, admit defeat!" Zuo Haoran deliberately provoked.

"This time, I won't lose again!" Meng Chao's power surged higher and higher, gradually losing the essence of 'Ripple Force'.

The two were like two waves intertwining and pushing against each other, their speed increasing, stirring up flying sand and rocks. The small woods rustled, and many leaves were knocked down by the force of their fists.

Meng Chao seemed to be recovering from a serious illness, unable to endure a prolonged battle, and eager to achieve quick success.

Zuo Haoran clearly knew his weakness, and was not impatient, slowly wearing him down.

In just over a minute, Meng Chao's school uniform was soaked with sweat, and his steps gradually became disordered.

Suddenly, Zuo Haoran roared, instantly changing his fighting style, seamlessly switching from 'Ripple Force' to 'Raging Bull Force'.

Pa!

Meng Chao seemed extremely unaccustomed to his sudden change of fighting style. He was stunned for a moment, and was solidly hit in the face, immediately causing his nose to bleed like an arrow, and his lips were broken.

"Ah!"

Meng Chao's face was covered in blood, enraged by the pain, his legs stomping heavily, charging forward recklessly.

"Well done!"

The ferocity in Zuo Haoran's eyes exploded.

This dead waste finally fell for it.

Heh, did you think I was really only proficient in 'Ripple Force' and 'Raging Bull Force'?

Even, did you think I only knew the three major power exertion methods?

The three major power exertion methods are just the basics. Without real killing techniques, they are like unsharpened swords, unable to kill anyone.

You so-called "good seedlings" can only receive compulsory education in school, and don't understand real combat at all.

But I have long received the teachings of my father and social powerhouses, and learned the killing methods that can only be accessed in undergraduate university.

Meng Chao, witness my 'Heart Crushing Hammer'!