Chapter 353: The Traveler's World (7)

Huang Xuan had already realized the specialness of Ning Ao and Lorraine, but the two guards insisted that he was helpless, and there was no right to manage, and the guards were independent.

As if to interrupt his questioning, Ning Ao quickly chose a new attacker for him.

At the same time, he introduced: "The T plane will send another rookie." ”

A second later, the battle ended.

The speed of "shooting" in 0.4 seconds is simply unattainable for most first-round players.

For Huang Xuan, the current situation is interesting.

Since the "shooting" speed does not appear in the data, his various statistics are not particularly beautiful - whether it is movement speed or starting hit rate, they can only be regarded as excellent, and his winning streak and the pledge of 25,000 points are mixed into a whopping 230,000 points "confusion", which has attracted the attention of many attackers.

On the other hand, Huang Xuan's ability to surpass the level of energy refinement is difficult for gentlemen who are 230,000 points to tempt 'bewilderment'.

Most importantly, since there are many attackers and few defenders, the attacker has the right to choose the defender, and the defender also has the right to choose one of the many attackers to play.

Under Ning Ao's analysis, those gentlemen who had the potential to defeat Huang Xuan left impatiently waiting.

Thereupon.

Huang Xuan continued to abuse vegetables.

Under the good control of energy refinement, the speed of Xiao Huang's first two shots has stabilized within 0.4 seconds, and the speed of the third shot has also entered 0.1 seconds, without much impact, in theory, Huang Xuan only needs 3 seconds to "shoot" a full magazine of 30 bullets.

This kind of ability, every gentleman who enters the eighth round seems to be able to do it, and can do it better, but this is the first round, although most of the players who come to participate in the attack tournament are those who have advanced to the second round in advance, but to say that the energy refinement enters the 10nm level, it is still a long way to go for most people.

84th place.

This player turned out to be from the E plane, which is an 18-level plane, which is equivalent to the T plane, which is considered high-level.

Every 20 matches, Huang Xuan's winning streak is as strong as the streak he met in the first round, and some of them will surpass him in points.

Even another defending streak is unknown.

Huang Xuan rubbed the Colt in his hand, compared to one day, he had doubled the number of times he pulled out this gun, and he took the initiative to pull out the gun, and the familiar one could not be more familiar.

Occasionally, Huang Xuan thinks that if he was really born in the West, he might really have a chance to become a wanted criminal with his profile plastered all over bars and small towns.

"Ling Xiang, Voyager, has a record of 824 wins, 21 draws, 85 losses, and 30 consecutive wins." Ning Ao read the information while putting the seemingly important things on the energy screen, and said: "This is a long-distance player, you haven't encountered it in previous competitions, his best attack distance is estimated to be 200 meters to 400 meters, and the win rate in this range is 95%, a total of 180 games, and the win rate of the record over 400 meters is also within 80%, in addition to the dodge reaches 72%, and the dodge is also 69%, with an average of 52 shots per game." ”

Huang Xuan was stunned when he heard this, and said, "Wouldn't that be to finish all the bullets in a magazine?" ”

"Of course, his opponents are averaging 1.82 magazines per game."

Huang Xuan blinked twice and said, "I won't change the magazine." ”

"What?"

"I said I wouldn't change the magazine." Huang Xuan pursed his lips and said, "30 rounds, this is a Western-style 'shooting' shot, and it's not IPSC, and you didn't tell me that I need to practice changing magazines." ”

Ning Ao's tail didn't flick anymore, and the ball of light rolled two circles on Huang Xuan's shoulder stupidly, and didn't move.

Huang Xuan asked strangely, "What's wrong with him?" ”

Xiaohe replied coolly: "Dizzy." ”

Huang Xuan's face is postmodern.

Without waiting for Huang Xuan to make any more preparations, the light curtain had slowly opened, and Nick said instead of Ning Ao: "Start choosing the distance." ”

The choice range for mid-range in the pinnacle duel is plus or minus 500, which is relatively easy if one of them wants to go far.

Fortunately, the entire room of the pinnacle duel was empty, and if there were any more obstacles, a shuttle of bullets would not be enough.

Huang Xuan thought for a moment, but still said: "-200 meters." ”

The light curtain rises.

"Ling Xiang chose -500 meters." Ning Ao flipped his ball of light up, his tail hung on Huang Xuan's shoulder, and he shook his head and said, "Then the distance now is 700 meters." ”

While speaking, Huang Xuan also turned around and pulled out his gun to shoot, but the distance was too far.

700 meters actually exceeded the ******** range, but this was the network, it was a peak duel, and the guns used were also in line with the setting of the medieval era of the plane, so Huang Xuan still made a small hole beside Ling Xiang.

Ling Xiang started to run, and began to "shoot" quickly.

Huang Xuan had to start running as well, and at the same time shouted at Ning Ao, "What now? If I had gone 400 meters, I would have run out of bullets. ”

"Then shoot slowly." Ning Ao only said this, and said, "Everyone, let's go back and play cards, shall we?" ”

"Okay, I think it's a bit noisy too." Nick was the quickest to answer.

Huang Xuan raised his eyebrows helplessly, knowing that he could only rely on himself now.

Increasing the speed of fire is of little significance at this time, because the reload of the revolver is still quite troublesome, even if there is a loader, it is no exception - people are familiar with the revolver's magazine capacity of 6 rounds, and the magazine of 30 rounds will not reduce the difficulty, and in the state of 8 meters per second, Huang Xuan simply cannot replace the magazine as quickly as an automatic pistol.

This is where the advantages of weapons of different constructions are revealed.

Huang Xuan had no choice but to run hard and detour, trying to close the distance.

8 meters per second, under the same speed, the result of 100 meters is also about 12 seconds, if you participate in the middle school sports test, there is no problem at all to get a full score, and even have the opportunity to enter the municipal track and field team.

Maintaining such a fast speed, Ling Xiang seemed to be at ease, while Huang Xuan had already begun to gasp violently.

At this time, his body in the training base was accompanied by the same movements.

Ling Xiang's precision 'shooting' was very accurate, and when Huang Xuan wanted to suppress the opponent, or turned too obviously, the bullets around him would be dense.

After about 5 seconds, Ling Xiang "shot" a magazine empty.

It only took him 0.5 seconds to change the magazine, and Huang Xuan only had time to rush out four or five meters, and then faced a more dense rain of bullets.

Ling Xiang's best "shooting" distance has a great relationship with his "shooting" method, when ordinary people "shoot" and hit, they will be required to aim at an area for "shooting" and hitting, Huang Xuan is no exception, which can maintain a relatively stable "shooting" range, and Ling Xiang is more specific about this, he basically determines a range range, and then vents the bullet like an automatic ****, and then changes the magazine.

At 500 meters away, Huang Xuan was not hit by the physical "sex", although at this time he almost stopped "shooting" the blow.

But when Huang Xuan rushed into the range of 500 meters with great difficulty, Ling Xiang's offensive instantly became fierce.

In the third magazine, Huang Xuan was shot in the left thigh, and his speed plummeted.

Even if there is no pain and no momentary loss of motor function, a 20% reduction in speed in a summit duel is very dangerous.

Huang Xuan had to start fighting back.

However, 500 meters still seemed too far for him.

Ling Xiang's "shooting" speed was more than double that of Huang Xuan, so when Huang Xuan started to "shoot", his running speed had to increase to avoid bullets, and even so, Huang Xuan's "shooting" accuracy was even lower.

The corners of the young man's mouth from the E plane drew an arc.

Huang Xuan silently counted the bullets.

The 18th, the 19th......, the 26th.

As the distance between the two sides gradually closed, the Colt magazine had fewer and fewer bullets.

Huang Xuan's face was solemn, as if he was about to lie to the head teacher.

If he fails in this game, he will not only lose his winning streak and lose his pledge, but he will also be punished for "sex" and deduct some points - if it is exchanged for Nengton, Huang Xuan has nothing to do, even if he loses to a fast gunner, Huang Xuan will not feel too much.

But looking at Ling Xiang in front of him, Huang Xuan was unwilling to fail like this - just a guy who relied on luck, Huang Xuan thought silently in his heart, if he was within 6 meters, it would only take 0.4 seconds to end the battle, and the other party was fragile as if he could only take one shot.

27th bullet.

Ling Xiang was actually quietly calculating, this was the basic skill of every peak duel.

He began to run at an accelerated pace, and the standard C-gun in his hand was also "firing" without firing. There were more than 10 rounds of ammunition in the magazine.

Just survive 3 more rounds. Ling Xiang was also cheering himself up, and he was also a little afraid in his heart.

30 consecutive wins, it's a pity to lose it, if it weren't for the fact that Jessica was angry, and on impulse, she should have examined her opponent more carefully before applying for a cross-border competition.

The 28th bullet.

Ling Xiang began to have a smile on his face that could not be concealed, two bullets, even if they hit him, they would not necessarily be fatal, now as long as he ensured that his head and heart were not attacked, there would be no problem.

Thinking of this, Ling Xiang simply took back his left hand, which was used to support the ground and change his position, with his elbow on his heart and his fingers covering half of his face.

He was ready to be shot.