Yang Yi's wrists truly hurt.
They weren't just in pain but also sore, not only sore but also numb, and not just numb but also swollen.
In short, now whenever Yang Yi saw a handgun, he was in pain, not just in his hands, but his head hurt as well.
Shooting 50,000 bullets in one month truly was a shortcut to practicing marksmanship. However, this shortcut wasn't about taking a shorter path but rather having Yang Yi complete in one day what should have taken ten. The time might have been shorter, but he had not spared any distance of the journey.
But the effects were quite obvious. Although these days Yang Yi only shot at fixed targets, after firing 10,000 rounds, his marksmanship had indeed improved significantly.
Sharpshooters are made by the bullets they fire; this saying was absolutely correct. Now, from ten to thirty meters, Yang Yi could raise his gun and fire with every shot hitting its mark without fail. There was no chance he would miss a target up close anymore.
