The fifth round, ten swords and fourteen targets; The sixth round, ten swords and twelve targets; The seventh round, ten swords and thirteen targets...
As the fixed targets in the front row were gradually shattered, the difficulty of hitting two targets with one sword also increased.
But fortunately, with enough accumulated attempts in the front, around the ninth round, he finally managed to achieve 20 double hits.
Next, he just needed to not miss a single sword.
For ordinary people, as algorithm tests progress, the corresponding calculation accuracy may decrease.
Because as the targets on the field become sparser, the psychological pressure on people gradually increases.
But Cheng Jinyang wouldn't have this problem because his ability to withstand pressure was extremely abnormal...
If a person has died nearly ten thousand times in the past three years due to various mistakes, then he probably only has two possibilities: one is complete mental breakdown, and the other is to become a battle monster with a steel mind.
The tenth round, ten swords and ten targets, hit precisely.
The eleventh round, still ten swords and ten targets, not a single miss!
The originally boiling stands became silent at this moment, and everyone was waiting to see if this commoner-born candidate could truly reproduce the amazing achievement of Cheng Zhijie, who once single-handedly completed the Wind and Thunder Fish Dragon Sword Formation.
Even many Cheng family members, who were originally unchanged in expression, couldn't help but hold their breath and stare at the situation below without blinking.
"Amazing, truly amazing," Cheng Yizhou praised incessantly. "Even if he misses all five irregular targets in the end, achieving 100 swords with 115 targets is still astonishing."
Cheng Qingxin silently looked down below, then suddenly said, "Activate the backup targets."
"Huh?" Cheng Yizhou was stunned into silence.
"Raise those 10 backup targets," Cheng Qingxin repeated firmly.
Ah, this...
Cheng Yizhou hesitated, but his father was already glaring at him with authority, so he reluctantly sent the command to the control panel.
Suddenly, he had a thought, could it be that his father noticed Cheng Jinyang was holding back and wanted to force him to use his full strength?
With this thought, he suddenly felt a bit of anticipation.
On the field, Cheng Jinyang remained composed as he once again manipulated five flying swords, breaking the remaining five fixed targets in the front row with extremely precise and sharp trajectories.
Now there were only five swords left by his side, and in front, there were only the last five irregular moving targets.
They moved unpredictably, sometimes left, sometimes right, sometimes up, sometimes down.
Although their speed wasn't very fast, they were nearly 500 meters away from Cheng Jinyang.
500 meters, it would take a full 10 seconds for the swords to reach them, more than enough time for the moving targets to completely change their positions.
Plus, their unpredictable trajectories made it impossible to calculate the lead time.
So, what should he do?
"How did Cheng Zhijie, in his time, break these last five targets?" Xing Yuanzhi asked the elder of the clan.
"Back when Cheng Zhijie first developed his abilities, he could only handle single-function algorithms. It's impossible to achieve a hundred percent accuracy with irregular targets," Xing Shumin murmured.
"In the earlier stages, he used a lot of 'one sword, double targets' to conserve flying swords. Later, he used multiple swords to lock down the possible movement routes of stationary targets, so it's not strictly speaking a hundred percent accuracy."
"I see," Xing Yuanzhi nodded, inwardly pondering that Cheng Jinyang only has five flying swords left against five moving targets.
Would he have to rely on luck next?
As this thought crossed her mind, she suddenly heard exclamations around her.
She saw ten fixed targets rise in front of the five irregular targets on the shooting range.
"Five swords against fifteen targets, is he supposed to break three with one strike?"
On the Wang family's viewing platform, Cui Jinqi smiled and said, "It seems like the Shendu Cheng family really intends to push him forward as the new talent of the family?"
"Perhaps," Wang Wanrou calmly sipped her tea.
"I have to say," Wang Xinzhi sighed, "you two have a good relationship, right? Can't you speak more directly? It's exhausting to listen to you beat around the bush."
"Wanrou," Cui Jinqi smiled and said, "is your brother really your biological brother?"
"Yes," Wang Wanrou smiled in response, "surprised, aren't you?"
Now I understand, they think I'm not as smart as my sister!
Wang Xinzhi's face darkened, ignoring her.
On the testing ground, Cheng Jinyang frowned as he looked at the fifteen targets ahead, his thoughts growing heavier.
I'm down to the last five targets, and suddenly you raise ten more.
Are you trying to challenge me?
Enough is enough, it seems I'll have to use my final move!
He suddenly opened his right hand, and the last five flying swords in the box shot out, swiftly flying towards the distant shooting range.
"Off target!"
On the Cheng family's viewing platform, Cheng Yizhou's eyes narrowed, calling out in disbelief.
The flying swords haven't even flown halfway, and the five irregular targets have already moved from their original positions, making it impossible to hit them.
The gravity manipulation ability of a ninth-grade supernatural can only control mass sources within a distance of just over 2 meters, so once these swords fly more than 2 meters away, the supernatural can't adjust the algorithms on the swords anymore.
In the end, even though it's reasonable to expect this outcome, Cheng Yizhou still felt a bit disappointed and regretful.
Suddenly, he heard a faint sigh beside him.
Father, are you sighing?
Then, Cheng Yizhou's expression froze instantly.
The five flying swords heading towards the target range slow down after breaking the five fixed targets, then, with a reverse acceleration motion, they fly straight back towards Cheng Jinyang's direction.
That's... the "Flyback" algorithm!
Unbelievable thoughts flashed through his mind.
Compared to the basic "Iron Shoot" algorithm, the "Flyback" algorithm, although it only adds a time function, is much more complex in terms of complexity.
Even in the Shendu Cheng family, for Cheng family's descendants who have developed their brain domains, this algorithm can only be practiced after officially entering the eighth grade.
The reason is simple:
Iron Shoot is about throwing mass sources at the opponent, while Flyback is about throwing mass sources at the opponent and then flying back for recovery... essentially hitting oneself.
If you make a mistake in hitting the opponent, it's just a matter of not hitting the target; if you make a mistake in hitting yourself, you might end up paying the price of an arm or a leg.
After all, the mass sources manipulated by gravity are generally not something safe to play with.
So who taught him such dangerous algorithms?!
He hasn't even undergone brain domain development and yet dares to use them!!!
In extreme confusion and shock, Cheng Yizhou saw five flying swords flying back, swiftly passing by Cheng Jinyang's sides, then slowing down and changing direction again, shooting towards the target range ahead.
Not a single flying sword pierced or cut his body, all of them just brushed past him "by a hair's breadth", while new algorithms were applied to them, slowing down and speeding up again, shooting towards the target range ahead.
And he stood calmly in place, with a composed expression, without a hint of nervousness or gravity, facing wave after wave of sharp flying swords shooting towards him, not even blinking.
On the Xing family's stand, Xing Yuanzhi was somewhat taken aback, standing up in disbelief.
The five flying swords shuttling back and forth between Cheng Jinyang and the target range reminded her of the scene she had repeatedly seen in her nightmares last night:
A car bomb swinging back and forth in an alleyway.