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The total result of the first group of qualifications: Qin Kai 586 rings, Randall. Qiao Na 585.5 ring, Guo Fei 585.5 ring, Liu Yuanzhou 585 ring......

Accompanied by the referee's voice, the big screen showed the results of everyone in the first group.

Lu Ming was a little surprised by the ranking results on the screen. He didn't expect that the difference between everyone's results would be so small. He was even more surprised by the fact that the club's amateur athletes finished fourth. An amateur athlete can also perform results comparable to professional athletes, which makes him more and more excited about the next events.

The belated second qualifying round finally began after a few minutes.

Putting on his shooting suit, Lu Ming stood in front of the No. 13 target position and prepared to shoot 60 rounds of ammunition for the qualifying round.

Raise the gun, aim, pull the trigger. As a series of steps progressed, Lu Ming gradually got into the state of the game. With the blessing of jet lag, the flow of time has also decreased.

Bang! Bang!

As the bullets were fired, Lu Ming completely isolated himself from the noise in the audience, and his heart was like water. With a slight movement of the fingers, with each tightening, a bullet whistled out of the barrel.

The left eye is closed, and when the right eye and the crosshair, bullseye on the gun become a straight line, pull the trigger. The whole process is smooth. After each shot, the rifle develops a slight counterattack. Although there is a cushion of the shooting suit, the tremor of the barrel will still cause irregular beats between the front sight and the bull's-eye. Like a dance on the tip of a knife, every irregular beating can have a fatal impact on the shooter's judgment.

Lu Ming was not affected by the shock in the slightest, he enjoyed his current state very much, and the sound of thumping gunshots continued to echo in the air.

Qin Kai, who was fighting outside the arena, looked at the beating 10.0 rings on Lu Ming's results on the screen, with a solemn expression. Shooting sports seem to be related to grades, but in fact, they are secretly swords. Everyone is engaged in a psychological game with their opponents. The better Lu Ming's results, the more pressure he will have to face in the final.

Half an hour has passed since the game, and Lu Ming still did not make a single mistake, and the gun hit the ten rings. If this unnatural result continues, then the 10m air-rifle competition may be over early. "No one knows who the champion will be until the last shot." , although this statement is very popular in the shooting world, but only if there is not much difference.

Could it be that the champion will be locked in early in the qualifying round? This kind of shadow of contemplation and extreme fear not only faintly entrenched in Qin Kai's heart, but also occurred in the incredible expressions of the other athletes in the first group.

Unlike the depressed atmosphere of the participating athletes, the audience was already boiling. Every time Lu Ming shoots, it will attract cheers from the audience. The dazzling 10.0 ring is still rising unswervingly with the passage of time. It seems that today, the Beijing event is going to witness the birth of a miracle.

"He's improved again!" Guo Fei's heart was dead, and he stared blankly at the numbers on the screen. He vaguely felt that Lu Ming's state today seemed to be a little more powerful than the previous two days.

"Is this the strength of a top shooter?" Liu Yuanzhou looked at Lu Ming's back and was unwilling. Compared to the joy he had just heard when the referee announced the fourth-place result, he now felt that 105 minutes had become tormented. If the strength of the athletes in the second group is not too big with Lu Ming, then he will be suspended in the final this time.

"Brother Liu, that kid seems to be from the national team. Sure enough, we used to think that the club's results were not much better than professional insertions. Now that I am on the field, I know how big the gap is with these professional athletes. A player in a red shooting suit sat next to Liu Yuanzhou and said.

"Brother Li, don't just raise the morale of others and destroy the prestige of your own people. You also know Brother Liu's usual results, but he has not fully played in the qualifying round. When it comes to the finals, it's not certain who will lose and who won? Another club player spoke.

"The strength of the second group is obviously higher than our first group, what do you say if Brother Liu can enter the finals?" Where there are people, there are naturally rivers and lakes, and not everyone in the shooting club is convinced of Liu Yuanzhou. A tall young man seemed to be extremely dissatisfied with Liu Yuanzhou, and couldn't help but sneer.

"It's better than someone who doesn't have a chance!"

"What do you mean?"

....

The major clubs are located because of Lu Ming's results. Until someone suddenly shouted 9.6 rings. Only then did everyone realize that a huge change had occurred on the field before they knew it!

9.3 rings!

The worse 9.3 rings after the 9.6 rings caused an uproar in the field. Seeing that there were still a few rings left, Lu Ming, who was about to set a record, made mistakes one after another at the last moment. Although the score is within 9 rings, it is normal on the shooting range. But for Lu Ming, who has always maintained the results of the ten rings, it is a little abnormal.

on the field

Lu Ming struggled to suppress the trembling of his hands and fired another shot.

9.5 rings!

There was a boo in the audience, witnessing the record-breaking moment, which has been completely shattered.

Clatter..

The sound between the bones at the waist and spine of his body made Lu Ming's hands tremble again. The crisis of physical pain, which had appeared a few days earlier, erupted during the game. Injury to the psoas muscles, which has extended to lumbar scoliosis. Intense pain that came from deep within the body. Huge beads of sweat kept sliding down the face that had been distorted by patience.

However, you can't give up.

Giving up means that everything is going to be beaten back to its original shape. This event may seem small, but as Lu Ming's first event, it has already attracted a lot of attention from the shooting team. Giving up also means losing all possibilities. From the skill tree to the World Championships to the hope of finding his wife...

Bang! Bang!

After several shots again, Lu Ming was still hovering between the 9.5 rings. The intensity of the pain makes the indefinite period of time, which allows the senses and perceptions to extend infinitely, useless. Once jet lag is used, the body may pass out because it cannot bear the pain that has intensified several times before the game is over.

Having lost jet lag, all he could rely on was the technique he had practiced tens of thousands of times and the experience he had accumulated in his previous life.

Qin Kai looked at Lu Ming on the field, and couldn't help but say to the players beside him, "It seems that Lu Ming's competition experience is still a little lacking." The more you get to the end, the more pressure will be. I was really taken aback by this guy just now, thinking that he could hit the full ring. ”

"Yes, the psychological quality of the competition is not hot. After all, it was the first time he had participated in an open event with such a large audience. A member of the shooting team who was watching the battle next to him nodded.

"It's not a full ring, but it's a good result. You should be able to make it to the finals! The other player answered.

Guo Fei off the field was in a mood of ups and downs. From Lu Ming's despair of ten consecutive rings in the past, to his joy now, he is still looking at the screen in disbelief. He didn't expect that at the last moment, Lu Ming made a mistake.

There was a lot of discussion in the audience. On the field, Lu Ming took a deep breath and tried to concentrate on the bullseye in front of him.

There's one last shot left!