Chapter 86: Practical Task (Part 1) _1

"Bang!"

The last shell casing dropped to the ground, rolling a few times. Chen Yang put down his pistol, directing his gaze towards McAvoy to his side.

"Impressive, to have achieved this level in just three days."

McAvoy approvingly nodded his head, turning his gaze towards the "targets".

These so-called "targets" were not ordinary motionless fixed targets, but ping pong balls shot out by a launcher!

From almost thirty meters away, five launchers fired five ping pong balls at a speed of sixty kilometers per hour in a random manner. Such terrifying moving targets are likely impossible for real-world shooters to hit. Yet Chen Yang succeeded thanks to his astonishing physical fitness, achieving this in a short 300-hour training time.

"Phew..."

Upon hearing McAvoy's praise, Chen Yang finally breathed a sigh of relief, rubbing his slightly sore shoulders.