Angelina looked at the two of them with a strange expression on her face, thinking that the An academy dean appeared a bit eager, completely ignoring them to focus on a talent like Grand. She sighed quietly, as if a large exclamation mark had popped up in mid-air.

While Zi Mou served as deputy professor of Wind Thunder, she was also a contemporary genius to Feng Yi. The dean's enthusiasm gradually ignited her competitive spirit. Without a doubt, she refused to admit Grand's superiority in close-quarters combat, but military excellence wasn't just about hand-to-hand combat!

However, it must be said that Grand really didn't take Zi Mou and Angelina into consideration. He didn't overestimate or underestimate anyone. By side perspective, a genius without any practical experience in a real battlefield possessed only theoretical brilliance. Feng Yi was different. The conditions on Colonial Planet 103 were harsh. This point alone was enough to dismiss any comparison with their blissfully peaceful world.

In the eyes of an ace pilot, so-called geniuses were nothing special, without much cause for pride. Feng Yi was no exception, but Grand had higher expectations for him.

The party of five quickly moved through the corridor into Military Base #2. It was surrounded by a massive 10,000-meter athletic field. This area was the hub of the base's complex internal structure with its variety of areas, a place where soldiers gathered, and also a recreational spot for military personnel during their weekends, combining training, leisure, entertainment, and physical well-being all in one place.

Upon entering the room, the scene was not as orderly as one might expect. Robots were busy working throughout the large hall... Some wounded soldiers were sitting in the bar looking out through viewports, and some soldiers were driving armored off-road vehicles in and out. The huge free fighting arena was filled with the noise of countless soldiers… They were cheering and betting non-stop on the two combatants up on the platform. Among them were even a few junior officers who were audaciously leading the chorus, unconcerned about any disapproval.

Those high-ranking officers coming in and out just cast their eyes around casually and didn't pay any more attention to what was happening. Only the new soldiers who were quietly adjusting their equipment on one side of the hall were slightly serious, but even that was relative. Regardless they were real warriors, every one of them either veterans of past battles or soldiers preparing to step into new battlefields.

The group of five crossed the gravity zone and the fitness area, and finally stopped suddenly in the indoor shooting range. Two soldiers stopped in front of Grand. They were still in their astral battle uniforms, obviously mecha pilots, and they quickly recognized the famous ace of the Federation. As expected, one of the soldiers asked Grand for an autograph the next second.

Grand was momentarily moved, shrugging while smiling, "Ha, I didn't expect my fame to have spread to Alpha already." With a flourish of a pen, he wrote his signature right on the soldier's uniform.

Turning around, Grand asked, "Feng Yi, are you good at shooting?"

"Pretty okay," Feng Yi replied.

"That's good; how about we warm up here?" Grand looked at the dean as he spoke.

The dean smiled happily at the suggestion. He wanted to show Grand that Wind Thunder Military Academy had talents, "Eh eh, young people should learn from each other. Zi Mou, do you want to demonstrate your skills to Colonel Grand?"

Though the dean said so, he didn't really want to use Feng Yi as a comparison. He was just hoping to show Grand the true standards of Wind Thunder.

If there's going to be a contest, then let it be. Who's afraid? No matter what capability one brings to the table, everyone would be okay with it. Zi Mou raised her head and asked nonchalantly, "Sure, what are we competing on?"

"Anything is fine, I'm not particular," Feng Yi replied indifferently.

Zi Mou casually picked up an M616 automatic rifle from beside her and said, "Let's use this."

Weirbo's eyes lit up. Zi Mou was a sniper who had been awarded a third-class merit award for 1000-meter sniping. Even though she was not holding a sniper rifle this time, the difference was negligible. Moreover, her automatic rifle gave her an innate advantage at short distances. "We probably won't need a time limit," Weirbo said, concerned that Feng Yi would be unable to keep up with Zi Mou's tempo. He felt that would be slightly unfair to Feng Yi.

"Count me in, too," Angelina chimed in, unwilling to be left out. She gave Zi Mou a challenging nod, completely ignoring Feng Yi as if he was inconsequential. Sparks flew between the two women as they locked eyes.

At the sound of a signal, three disassembled guns and their respective magazines were ejected from the equipment with a "zi ga" sound. Zi Mou and Angelina both remained motionless. It seemed as if they had made an unspoken agreement to leave Feng Yi some time to load his gun. They both took great pride in their shooting skills, clearly leaving time for Feng Yi out of consideration.

Feng Yi looked around left and right, "Has it started yet?"

Both of the women remained silent. Weirbo, however, was unable to contain his impatience. "Get a move on, kid, load the bullets while you still have time!"

It seemed that both women had great confidence in themselves. Since it was the case, Feng Yi wouldn't be polite. He waved his big hand and swept the ten bullets out all at once...

But that was ten bullets! Just as Weirbo wanted to reprimand Feng Yi for grabbing that many at once, which would only slow down his loading speed, he didn't get a chance to speak. After a series of clickety-clack sounds, the ten bullets were already loaded within the furious two seconds it took Feng Yi.

The speedometer on the magazine showed that Feng Yi took a total of 1.88 seconds to load the bullets, a shocking efficiency that even surprised Grand!

The clinking noise followed as Feng Yi briskly and robustly started assembling the gun.

Clang! Feng Yi kicked the gun into the air like it was a simple piece of metal. At this moment, his lazy expression had disappeared, replaced by solemnity. It was as if he had returned to the days when he was constantly racing against time.

Klang, clack! Feng Yi's fingers hit the floating automatic rifle at a speed that was difficult to catch with the naked eye. Amid the continuous noise, the firing pin was pushed into position in an instant. Ding... The recoil spring made a humming sound, and with a pop, the rifle box was assembled with the wooden guard. Adjusting the single point of closure and skipping the process of testing the sight, when Feng Yi felt the grip of the M616 in his hand, the others around him were at a loss for words...

He had assembled the gun in less than four seconds, a feat that even the most proficient mecha repair soldiers would struggle to accomplish. Yet he had done it so simply. It was a shocking sight that was hard to deny even when it happened right in front of them.

The loss of the sight's precise calibration did not bother Feng Yi. As a seasoned survivor, he would typically rely on the wind combined with the feel of the gun to accomplish a series of operations. A real ammunition expert would not too heavily depend on the constraints of the weapon. Only by breaking free from the shackles can one truly evolve. Though Feng Yi had not yet reached the level of an ammunition expert, his method of sensing the nature of battle through his body was a level that even an ammunition expert would find hard to reach.

Zi... gun drawn!

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