Byron frowned and asked, "Compete in what?"

"I know you usually enjoy fighting, shooting, and drinking... how about these three?"

Tang Fei, who had spent a long time in the military, was very familiar with the soldiers' preferences.

Fighting, shooting, and drinking were the three classics and the most popular leisure activities.

Of course, there's also watching VR mini-movies...

But they couldn't compete in that in public.

The air battle only explodes when it takes place in the air.

Surrounded by so many people and with no way out, Byron had no choice but to accept.

Especially since he was indeed feeling a surge of anger inside, he gritted his teeth and said, "Fine. As long as you don't intervene..."

"We will not interfere, violators will be executed," Tang Fei said sternly.

"Then it's settled."

Having drawn the lines, Byron relaxed instead, looked at Tang Fei, and asked, "What should we compete in first?"

"As you wish. You two can discuss it," Tang Fei looked at Li Zhenfeng and Byron, and said, "Whether each person competes in one match or one person competes in all three, it's completely up to you."

Byron and Li Zhenfeng were 'old acquaintances.' With just a glance at each other, Byron said, "Let's compete in shooting first."

He had a sharpshooter under him, and he wanted to win the first round to boost morale.

After all, one of their people had just had his lip cut...

"No problem," Li Zhenfeng readily agreed.

He had the same thought, to win one round first and boost morale.

More importantly, both the Fleet Commander and the Marshal were watching. If he could win this match beautifully, wouldn't his future be secure?

This split-off Beihai Fleet had more than a hundred thousand people, how many could the higher-ups remember?

He was a squad leader, suddenly granted such a golden opportunity—wouldn't he put every ounce of effort into it?

"Xu Haifeng." Li Zhenfeng called out.

"Here." A young soldier with a buzz cut strode out.

"Do you have confidence?"

"Yes."

"Marcus." Byron also called his choice.

"Here." A short, red-haired guy with glasses stepped out. He looked like a native of the Kaman Federation, where people were known for eagle-rearing and bird-hunting daily, boasting impressive vision. People from that country were natural sharpshooters.

"Win this for me."

"Yes."

The exterior wall of the Beast Bar was equipped with a smart shooting range. Guests would occasionally put on their glasses and play a few rounds when they had nothing better to do.

Li Haifeng approached Marcus and asked, "Which map?"

"Anything," Marcus replied with a proud face.

Li Haifeng nodded and said, "Let's go with random."

With that, the two donned their VR glasses and pressed the 'Start' button beside the frame.

A dazzling white light flashed, and instantly they were transported to a frozen, snowy wilderness.

This was the "Ice and Snow World" map.

The Ice and Snow World map was very simple, with bone-chilling winds, snow everywhere, and towering snow mountains.

Friends who often play shooting games should know that the simpler the map, the more dangerous it is for the player.

Because it lacks cover, it's nearly a direct shooting face-off.

Just as Xu Haifeng stabilized his footing, a line of bullets swept towards him.

Xu Haifeng dared not delay. His body, like an agile leopard, rolled across the snowy ground.

Marcus had the advantage of first strike, standing still, while his 'Reaper' bullet gun locked onto Xu Haifeng's body, unleashing every bullet with precision to pinpoint Xu Haifeng's position.

During evasive maneuvers, Xu Haifeng got hit in the shin, blood splattering and leaving bright red spots on the white snow beneath.

Xu Haifeng found a protruding snow fort, managing to obscure Marcus's line of sight and making continuous shooting difficult.

In a shooting match, the most terrifying situation is getting caught in the opponent's shooting rhythm.

If you can't break free, you'll be overwhelmed and killed from start to finish.

With his back against the snow wall, Xu Haifeng felt the chill seep into his body, making every pore tighten from the cold.

The wound on his shin continued to bleed, also depleting his life points.

On the electronic display on the exterior wall of the Beast Bar, every spectator could clearly see the situation and life values of both sides.

This is what we refer to as the health bar in games.

If the standoff continues, this injured leg alone might deplete Xu Haifeng's life points to a system-declared 'Defeat.'

"Xu Haifeng is in danger," Chen Binghan sighed.

As the primary leader of the Beihai Fleet, he hoped that his subordinates could win the shooting match.

This was about saving face for himself, giving him more confidence in front of Tang Fei.

But reality was harsh.

Marcus's shooting was both precise and fierce, and with the first-move advantage, Xu Haifeng had no chance to retaliate.

"Let's wait a bit longer; there's still a chance," Tang Fei, however, remained calm, offering words of comfort.

Chen Binghan glanced at Tang Fei, wondering whether the leader's composure stemmed from a positive mindset or genuine trust that there was still hope for this match.

Xu Haifeng breathed lightly, timely adjusting his physical state.

He was stunned earlier, his body tense and chaotic.

Such a physical state was unsuitable for combat, especially for shooting.

Shooting is an art that requires the integration of mind, energy, and spirit to achieve a perfect shot.

Xu Haifeng remained motionless, waiting.

Marcus stayed still as well, keeping his gun aimed.

As soon as Xu Haifeng showed himself a bit, he'd enter Marcus's shooting range.

Silence.

Absolute silence.

Only the howling cold wind could be heard.

This was a war of attrition; the longer it dragged on, the more disadvantageous it was for Xu Haifeng.

Time ticked by, second by second, yet Marcus remained unhurried.

Mind focused, body steadied, his Reaper handgun as unwavering as a mountain.

He knew he already had a significant advantage and that when the match ended, he would win.

At this moment, a massive snowball hurled toward his face.

The snowball was packed tight, looking almost like a silver ice ball.

Marcus remained motionless, not even blinking.

Without hesitation, he pulled the trigger, and the snowball was shattered by the bullet.

Bang!

Snowflakes scattered everywhere.

Followed by the second and third snowball...

Dozens of snowballs flew simultaneously toward Marcus.

Marcus, just as before, fired and exploded each snowball one by one.

He could feel the weight of those snowballs; getting hit by one could not happen.

First, his body could be injured.

Second, his arm might tilt.

Bam bam bam...

The sound of bullets was incessant.

Because so many snowballs exploded, snowflakes were dancing in the air.

Marcus felt a sense of crisis.

This is the natural reaction of a top marksman in the face of danger.

He moved, diving to the left side.

At the same time, he pulled the trigger, and bullets flew out like a stream.

Bang!

This is the dull weighty feeling of a bullet hitting its target.

If missed, there is the whistling sound of 'whoosh'.

Then, he saw a bullet coming from afar.

It drilled into his head like lightning.

Bang...

Right in the center of the forehead.

Instantly fatal.

Behind the snow fort, Xu Haifeng's body stood as tall as a pine tree.

On his chest, a lot of blood sprayed.

"Victory."

After data analysis, the system displayed the word "victory" in English on Xu Haifeng's electronic display.

Marcus removed his glasses, his face ashen.

Byron's expression was equally dismal, gritting his teeth as he said, "How could we lose? How could we lose?"

Originally, it was thought to be a guaranteed win; unexpectedly, the final result was being shot in the head.

Marcus was also in extreme discomfort; how did such a promising situation slip away?

He knew he didn't lose in marksmanship but in mindset.

He wanted to win too much.

When Xu Haifeng used snowballs to interfere, he could still maintain a calm mindset.

However, when countless snowflakes blurred his vision for a moment, his heart panicked, and he became chaotic...

He dodged.

When his body moved, the bullets that fired naturally showed deviation.

Yet Xu Haifeng stood courageously with the stance of perishing together, remaining in place for accurate aiming.

Anyway, since it's like this, fight a desperate battle.

Either die together.

Or let you die...

Thus, Marcus's bullet pierced Xu Haifeng's chest, while Xu Haifeng's bullet hit Marcus's forehead.

Xu Haifeng took off his glasses, strode to Tang Fei, saluted, and said aloud, "Report to the chief, mission accomplished."

Tang Fei patted his shoulder, smiling as he said, "Well done."

Chen Binghan also showed a cheerful expression, looked at Xu Haifeng, and said, "Keep up the good work, looking forward to more of your excellent performance."

"Yes, sir."

Xu Haifeng felt great joy in his heart; he knew that because of this outstanding performance in the competition, he had left a mark in the minds of several chiefs.

The future is limitless.

Li Zhenfeng felt proud, looked at Byron, and said, "The first round, we won. What will the second round be? You decide."

Byron knew they couldn't afford to lose again; losing again would be humiliating.

So, he said aloud, "Martial arts. I'll step in personally."

He was a master in martial arts and had won the martial arts championship of the detachment.

This round must be won.

"No problem." Li Zhenfeng readily agreed, speaking out, "Then I will accompany you for some fun."

Seeing Xu Haifeng's performance in front of the chiefs, he also had some thoughts.

Such a great opportunity; he didn't want to miss it either.

Of course, the premise is to win the competition.

Slight hesitation, Byron still voiced out the question, "Can we use Genetic Potion?"

The Phoenix Empire focuses on cultivation and physical training, while the Aus Empire emphasizes the instant enhancement and explosion of Genetic Potion.

This is not uncommon in the military; on the contrary, injections and training are conducted systematically.

They strive to make every soldier a Super Soldier.

Just like 'X Country Captain'.

In the era of technological explosion, many Genetic Potions are healthy and non-toxic when used, with few side effects.

Li Zhenfeng looked at Tang Fei; he didn't dare easily agree to such a thing.

He didn't know what model of Genetic Potion the opponent would use, nor was he certain what combat power Byron would exert after the boost from the Genetic Potion.

"Do you have confidence?" Tang Fei looked at Li Zhenfeng, asking aloud, his face still carrying a brilliant smile.

He truly was a long officer like a spring breeze.

No matter if there is, it must be said to have confidence at this moment.

Li Zhenfeng straightened his spine, loudly responding, "Report to the chief, I have confidence."

Tang Fei patted Li Zhenfeng's shoulder, smiling as he said, "I believe in you."

Li Zhenfeng just felt his shoulder cold, as if Tang Fei had a piece of ice in his hand.

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