Deke skillfully inserted the magazine into the sniper rifle and turned to smile at Lin Fan, "Do you want to go first, or should I?"

"You go ahead, I like to give others a chance to show off first," Lin Fan chuckled.

Deke was already used to Lin Fan's straightforward demeanor and didn't mind. His sharp gaze quickly shifted to the broad field, placing one hand on the trigger and the other supporting the rifle stock, standing steadily in front of the field in an exceptionally standard posture.

"Start!" Deke shouted immediately.

Swish~

As Deke's voice fell, a target quickly popped up on the field. Deke reacted extremely fast, turning the muzzle and decisively shooting at the target.

Bang~

The gunshot rang out!

A crisp "crack" was heard from a distance, proving that Deke had hit the target.

Then, one target after another appeared continuously on the field. Deke remained calm and composed, holding the sniper rifle steadily. Whenever a target appeared, he would complete a shot at lightning speed.

Bang bang bang~ Bang bang bang~

The dense gunshots continued without pause, and after eight shots, Deke completed a perfect shooting round!

"Eight shots, all hits. Seven hit the bull's-eye, one was off-center."

A servant immediately reported the information.

Deke couldn't help but smile slightly. This was his best performance to date. He turned to Lin Fan and said, "Tyrant, what do you think of my score this time?"

"Still can't beat me!" Lin Fan said with indifference.

Hearing this, Deke's expression darkened slightly. No matter how he viewed it, this was his territory, and with his world-dominating status, being repeatedly mocked by Lin Fan stirred a bit of anger within him.

"Mr. Tyrant, please go ahead." Deke said with an edge in his voice.

Lin Fan shrugged nonchalantly, tossed the sniper rifle in his hand as if playing with an amusing toy, and then, to the astonishment of all, grabbed the sniper rifle with one hand, lifting it high until it was parallel to his shoulder, with his index finger resting steadily on the trigger!

Sniper rifles are heavier than regular firearms, and it's difficult for an ordinary person to lift them with one hand, yet Lin Fan had lifted it to be parallel with his shoulder, which was simply incredible!

"Could he be planning to shoot with just one hand?"

The crowd couldn't help but wonder!

At this moment, Lin Fan lit a cigarette, placed it in his mouth, gently exhaled a puff of smoke, smirked, and said, "Let's start!"

Swish~

As Lin Fan's words fell, a target immediately popped up on the field in the distance. Without a word, Lin Fan raised the sniper rifle with one hand, swiftly and steadily turning the muzzle, and fired a shot directly!

Lin Fan didn't even check whether he had hit the target; his gaze had already begun scanning the field, searching for the second target. With Lin Fan's reflexes and shooting speed, he was half a beat faster than the targets popping up, leaving those around him impressed and on edge.

He simply couldn't be described as human — he was a monster!

Bang bang bang~ Bang bang bang~

After another six shots, Lin Fan had fired seven bullets, and with each shot, a "crack" sound came from afar, confirming he had hit the target!

However, just when everyone was anxiously worried that Lin Fan might beat Deke, Lin Fan suddenly turned the muzzle, deviating from the target's direction!

Bang~

Lin Fan decisively pulled the trigger, firing the eighth bullet!

The bullet grazed through the void, narrowly passing the eighth target, and then hit the ground beside it!

This left everyone puzzled. Why was this guy shooting the ground instead of the target? Was he tired? Was he unable to support the sniper rifle's weight, thus causing the deviation?

With such thoughts, everyone's gaze toward Lin Fan changed from admiration to disdain, inwardly ridiculing him: Aren't you supposed to be so good? Now you've screwed up, what a show-off, if you can't handle it, don't pretend!

Seeing this, Deke showed a bit of excitement on his face. Beating Lin Fan was something he had long dreamed of, and he said with a grin, "Tyrant, you've lost!"

"How do you know I've lost?" Lin Fan calmly smiled.

Upon hearing this, Deke was taken aback, but he had clearly seen Lin Fan's sniper rifle deviate from the target's direction and miss. Even if Lin Fan had hit the bull's-eye with his other seven shots, he would still have lost to him!

Could there be some hidden aspect within all this?

"Sir, Mr. Tyrant hit seven bull's-eyes in total," Old Paul quickly reported the data to Lin Fan.

Upon hearing this, Deke's lips curled into a slight triumphant grin and said, "Tyrant, this is fair and impartial data shown by the machines, what else have you got to say now?"

"Does winning or losing matter? As long as one feels like a winner inside, that's enough. Besides, who really won, even God saw it clearly. I need to pee, see you in the living room later."

Lin Fan laughed carefreely, tossed the sniper rifle to a nearby servant, and started walking toward the back courtyard with a cigarette in his mouth.

Watching Lin Fan's proud silhouette, Deke furrowed his brows tightly, carefully pondering Lin Fan's last words. Could there really be some hidden aspect?

Deke immediately turned and asked Old Paul, "Did he really hit seven?"

"This is the information transmitted from the database; I've already sent someone over to check it in person. I'll ask about the situation right now."

Old Paul didn't dare to delay and quickly took out a radio to ask, "What's the situation?"

"Seven! Absolutely certain, the last bullet missed, it didn't hit the target at all," the subordinate reported.

Hearing this, Deke and Old Paul both let out a long breath of relief. But before they could smile, the radio suddenly emitted an urgent voice, "Old Paul, please wait a moment!"

"What's going on?" Old Paul's expression tightened, and he quickly asked.

"Well, next to the eighth target, we found a rabbit that had been killed, and the bullet used was the sniper rifle's specialized bullet used during the young master's shooting match. Moreover, from our assessment, the rabbit's death time couldn't be more than five minutes ago!" the subordinate urgently reported.

"Killed... a rabbit?" Old Paul was stunned for a moment.

Meanwhile, Deke's facial expression also turned unnatural!

Is killing a rabbit as simple as hitting a target? After all, targets are fixed and immobile, but rabbits are different; they're alive and won't wait to be killed. To shoot and kill a moving target with one shot requires a very high level of judgment, shooting speed, and reflexes!

Moreover, Lin Fan was shooting with one hand, which added even more difficulty. A person who can achieve this level can no longer be called a marksman but a Gun God!

Shock! Incredulity! Admiration!

These were Deke's most genuine feelings at this moment!