"You guys step back a bit, and practice at the adjacent range," Wu Shaohan said to Gu Yu and the others, then turned his head towards the instructor Gloda and said in Bengali, "I don't need coaching, please help our friends instead."
"Are you really okay?" Lin Xinyue, who still had not grasped what was happening, asked with some concern.
"It's nothing, just a simple shooting contest."
Wu Shaohan shook his head, his gaze returning to that of Grief, "One minute to check weapons, two minutes for shooting, ten rounds, scored by rings."
"Of course, you decide the rules," Grief had no objections.
In his eyes, Wu Shaohan at this moment was still the Sharpshooter Wu Hua. Since Wu Hua challenged him, this naturally was Wu Hua's home ground.
"Then let's get ready to start. I'll count down from five."
Without further ado, Wu Shaohan pulled out his phone, set the countdown feature, and began counting down the time.
"Five, four, three..."