Chapter 1134: This is called strength

Chapter 1134
After everyone heard this result, Fangchuan and the others were full of worries! In this case, it is basically impossible to win, right?
What's more, they also have a doctor!
If all the doctors miss the target, their overall performance will be lowered.
Moreover, the soldiers on Zhang Dejun's side can score six points with each shot, which is a very difficult situation.
Mainly, this high-speed moving target is too difficult!
"Mr. Fang, although our shooting is also good, it is difficult to get six points!" Zhang Dejun knows his own situation very well.
Fang Chuan patted him on the shoulder: "Don't worry, you go up and fight."
"Ok!"
Zhang Dejun nodded, still hesitating.
"Zhang Dejun, what's the matter with you? Go up!" Wei Xun couldn't help shouting loudly, as if he was doing something before revenge.
"Yes, weren't you very confident just now?"
"Haha, I said you can't, you just can't!"
The people on Wei Xun's side also yelled loudly. In fact, firstly, they were crying, and secondly, it was deliberately affecting Fang Chuan's mood.
They all know deeply that the shooting state has a lot to do with mood.
Sure enough, Zhang Dejun and their faces looked a little ugly when they shouted.
"let's go."
Fang Chuan waved his hand and smiled at Zhang Dejun and others: "As long as I am here, you will definitely win!"
"Okay!" Zhang Dejun hurriedly stepped onto the target platform.
Hum
At this moment, Fang Chuan faced Zhang Dejun, with a flick of his fingers, a puff of true aura, and it penetrated into Zhang Dejun's body.
Suddenly, Zhang Dejun's several important acupoints were all stimulated.
Afterwards, his concentration was unprecedented, his eyesight surpassed normal, and his visual field capturing ability was also improved.
Moreover, he found that his spiritual will has been strengthened, full of confidence.
He raised the gun, took a deep breath at the target that was already moving at high speed, shot, another shot...
Bang bang bang--
At that moment, he didn't know how he was so calm and confident. He even fired ten shots without hesitation.
At that moment, he felt that his mastery of bullets and targets completely exceeded his usual state.
This feels so cool!
"what?"
"impossible?"
While Zhang Dejun was still immersed in that feeling, everyone had seen the result on the big screen, and their eyes widened.
Zhang Dejun scored 72 points in the final, of which the lowest score was 6.1 and the highest score was 7.9.
This is very close to Weison, who is famous for his marksmanship!
"How could this happen?" Wei Xun couldn't help but stunned. "Is he lucky too?"
"Luck?" Fang Chuan twitched, "This is called strength."
"Just blow it!" Of course Wei Xun didn't believe it, and said with a sneer: "A person who only relies on luck to eat can't last long."
"Then you just watch it." Fang Chuan was full of confidence. Wei Xun was also very upset when he saw him, but he just waited secretly to see Fang Chuan's joke.
"Next!" The officer at the shooting range issued an order.
The crowd onlookers also took a deep breath and held their breath. They found that the game seemed to be interesting.
After that, the second soldier got on board, the same thing. He was stimulated by Fang Chuan's innocence, and his state immediately burst.
Although it was a bit worse than Zhang Dejun, he also got a good score of 68 points.
This made the onlookers almost bit their tongues, and at the same time, Wei Xun was stunned. This way of opening is wrong!
But then Weison almost collapsed.
The six fighters he didn't care about had the lowest score, scoring 65 points, and the highest one was higher than Zhang Dejun, 77 points, infinitely close to Wei Xun.
"Impossible!" Wei Xun's eyes were a little red, he looked at the soldiers who came down, and then at Fang Chuan: "What the did you do?"
Fang Chuan's mouth hooked: "I said, this is called strength!"
"Wei Sun, haha, this time, are you miscalculating?" At this time, Yang Yifan laughed out loud, but already walked onto the stage.
Wei Xun looked at Yang Yifan fiercely, trying to put pressure on Yang Yifan with his eyes.
It's a pity that Yang Yifan's own psychological quality is extremely good, and at this time, Fang Chuan directly gave him a breath of real energy.
Only this time, Yang Yifan reached his best state!
Yang Yifan's shooting level is less than that of Weisson, but he also has a high-speed moving target close to seventy points.
Bang bang bang--
Not surprisingly, Yang Yifan's total score is 81!
At this moment, Wei Xun's expression was ugly to the extreme. He seemed to have seen that there was uncertainty.
To say that a person's condition is very good, that is also common.
However, these seven people are in such a good state, which far exceeds Weison's knowledge of them, which makes him difficult to accept.
"You, what did you do to them?" Wei Xun stared at Fang Chuan firmly, clenching his fists.
His beauty has been suppressed by Yang Yifan.
Those onlookers are already discussing at this moment that Yang Yifan's marksmanship has surpassed the first sharpshooter Wei Xun in their eyes.
Fang Chuan's mouth tickled: "What did I do, don't I need to report to you?"
"Huh!" Wei Xun's face was uncertain, and then he sneered: "What can you do? Even now, you are in vain."
The corner of his mouth clicked: "You have never learned to shoot. It would be a mistake if you can hit an ordinary target. If you can hit a high-speed moving target, that's just a dream."
"That's right, even if Zhang Dejun and the others are leading temporarily, but as long as the doctor's grades are bad enough, Wei Xun will also win!"
"I heard that he has never learned to shoot!"
"Then lose! It's impossible for a blind cat to kill a mouse!"
Everyone knows how terrifying and difficult it is to move a target at high speed. Even people like them cannot guarantee that every shot will hit.
Being able to be like those elite fighters before, not only hits every shot, but also can score such a high score, that is already very impressive.
They are indeed the elite of the elite!
"Have you heard?" Wei Xun sneered: "You are sure to lose!"
"Oh."
Fang Chuan ticked the corner of his mouth and smiled faintly: "Then just wait, I will show you a good show, well, don't be surprised when that happens."
He said, full of confidence, and walked up.
"The dead duck has a hard mouth!" Wei Xun snorted coldly, naturally he didn't believe that Fang Chuan had any earth-shattering shooting skills.
Because, from the palm of Fang Chuan's hand, he could tell that Fang Chuan rarely touched his gun.
Otherwise, his palms, especially the roots of the middle and index fingers, should have thick calluses.
But at this time, Fang Chuan was already standing on the target platform, picked up the gun casually, and then aimed at the target.
Everyone held their breath.