And they all knew that such a state was only seen in top experts facing major competitions.
Additionally, Zhang Jingdong had previously performed various miracles for them, so at this moment they began to inexplicably believe that Zhang Jingdong might continue his aura and win this bet.
At this time, Zhang Jingdong took the gun handed over by Yan Ning.
During the handover of the gun, he couldn’t resist touching Yan Ning’s delicate hand.
Suppressing her embarrassment, Yan Ning seriously said, "My gun has just been recalibrated last week; you must fire a few more rounds during practice to adapt."
Zhang Jingdong casually said, "Don’t worry, how could a master like me still need to use sights to aim? I shoot with my mind!"
Once this statement was made, almost everyone around felt that this was just another outrageous boast, especially since Yan Ning was almost the second-best shooting expert in the club after Ye Zhinan, and yet he was shamelessly boasting in front of her.
Both Long Yue and Liang Feng, and even Yan Ning herself, felt that Zhang Jingdong might truly be a shooting expert because true shotgun experts are indeed , not using sights at all, relying entirely on feeling.
This feeling, of course, doesn’t mean shooting blindly, but after countless training sessions, he had managed to integrate his thoughts and actions.
It’s like some dart experts who, after much practice, can casually throw a dart and hit the bullseye; they don’t rely on their eyes to aim but on a feeling developed through extensive training.
At this point, Ye Zhinan said, "Shall we each practice for 20 minutes, is that enough?"
Zhang Jingdong casually replied, "Let’s not waste time, just five rounds each, and then let’s start!"
Even Ye Zhinan, who had seen countless experts, had never seen someone so bold as Zhang Jingdong.
At this moment, Zhang Jingdong glanced at the leaves swaying in the distance and said, "Of course."
"Alright, since you’re so confident, I won’t say more."
After Ye Zhinan finished speaking, he signaled to the staff in the distance, then took his gun and prepared to shoot.
Soon, the target thrower ejected discs in three different directions, and Ye Zhinan raised his gun and fired three shots, easily hitting all the targets!
Then, four more rounds consecutively, Ye Zhinan hit every target without fail!
Meanwhile, the crowd burst into enthusiastic applause and cheers, which quickly faded as Zhang Jingdong stepped up to the shooting position.
Zhang Jingdong loaded the gun, briefly adapted to the gun’s body, then signaled the distant staff.
Soon, the target thrower ejected discs in three different directions, and Zhang Jingdong also fired three shots but missed every single disc!
The crowd was instantly in an uproar.
Then, four more rounds of targets were thrown, and Zhang Jingdong missed every single shot!
At this point, the crowd burst out laughing.
"Damn, turns out he’s all style but no substance!"
"I haven’t seen such a bizarre sight in a long time, deliberately seeking embarrassment!"
"Mr. Yan’s taste in men is really poor, how could she fancy such a guy?"
Despite seeing that Zhang Jingdong was adjusting the gun, Yan Ning and the others did not anticipate that not a single shot would hit, so their faces were filled with concern.
At this moment, Ye Zhinan was confident, having seen that Zhang Jingdong was likely adjusting the gun, but judging by Zhang Jingdong’s earlier performance, there was no way he could hit all the targets in the actual competition, whereas he was confident of hitting every shot himself.
Feeling confident about victory, Ye Zhinan regained his composure.
He then grandly said, "My machines are imported from abroad and throw targets faster than the typical domestic club machines. You probably haven’t used them before, hence the lack of adaptation."
"How about this, I’ll give you an hour to practice and adapt, and then we’ll compete after an hour, how does that sound?"
Zhang Jingdong smiled and shook his head, "No need, if I win like that, it wouldn’t feel right."
"Since your target thrower is imported, what’s the maximum number of targets it can throw in one round?"
Although Ye Zhinan did not know what he was up to, he still replied, "6."
Zhang Jingdong pursed his lips, "Well then, let’s play with those 6 targets, and we’ll go for 10 continuous rounds, deciding the winner in one go, how about that?"
Once this was said, most of the surrounding people thought Zhang Jingdong was simply out of his mind - he couldn’t even handle three targets and now he was asking for six; was he intent on embarrassing himself further?
Although Ye Zhinan felt that Zhang Jingdong wasn’t crazy, he thought he was being reckless, then spread his hands and said, "Alright, if you really want to play like that, let’s do as you say."
"But I hope you take this seriously because if you lose, you must accept the loss willingly."
Zhang Jingdong sniffed, "Don’t worry, although I may seem generous, I’m actually very stingy, especially when it comes to betting, I never let myself lose money!"
Ye Zhinan finally couldn’t stand Zhang Jingdong’s crazy talk, and retorted loudly, "Well, it looks like I’m going to have to apologize today; I never lose in betting, and every win isn’t just by a small margin."
"Alright, you go first or shall I?"
Zhang Jingdong extended his hand and said, "You went first just now and did better than me, so you start this time."