The entire field fell silent, the only sound being the constant swallowing.
Liu Haoran and the group of youngsters all stared at the bullseye, their faces filled with disbelief.
They never expected Chen Feng to be able to score a perfect ten.
"He's guessing! He must be guessing!" Liu Haoran came back to his senses and asserted adamantly.
He didn't believe that Chen Feng had that kind of ability, especially since Chen Feng had fired the shot casually.
So he felt that this shot must have been a fluke.
A blind cat ran into a dead mouse.
"Right, right, he's definitely guessing!"
"Exactly, this kid just got dog-shit lucky, he actually guessed a ten ring!"
Everyone quickly nodded their heads, clearly agreeing that Chen Feng was just making a lucky guess.
After all, an ordinary person scoring a ten on their first shot was indeed impossible.
Chen Feng smiled faintly, ignoring the doubting voices, raised his gun again, still without aiming, and pulled the trigger.
"Bang!"
