I Play Dungeons in the Police Station-Chapter 160 - 128: Exceptional Talent

This made him blush a little. In just one day, he was surpassed.

"Looks like this year our First Team’s championship position is secure!"

With a prodigy like Li Xiang around, a mere shooting competition’s championship should be a piece of cake, right?

Originally, his burden should have been lighter since someone from their First Team could have broken through, but that person was Li Xiang, a newcomer. As a senior brother, the pressure on him was even greater.

"Let me see, who has such a big mouth? The competition hasn’t even started, and they’ve already pocketed the championship?"

Mao Ji’s words were overheard by a group of people preparing to leave. As the saying goes, "there is no first in literature, no second in martial arts." Everyone was aiming for the championship, and someone openly predicting their own victory right at the start was like not considering these special forces at all!

"Isn’t this Mao Ji from the First Criminal Investigation Team? If it were Su Jiayi saying this, it might be believable. But not you, your shooting skills really aren’t up to par."

In the last Shooting King Championship, Su Jiayi won fair and square. They accepted their loss, and this time they’re determined to reclaim their lost honor.

"You..."

Mao Ji was momentarily speechless with anger. Seeing this, Li Xiang was curious: "Who are they?"

"They’re from the Special Police Unit. That guy leading is Zhao Qian, captain of the Third Team. In the last championship, he lost to Su Jiayi by one point. He’s still not over it. In this competition, if Su Jiayi doesn’t participate, he’s got the highest chance of winning. He’s a formidable rival."

"Oh, so he lost to Coach Su, huh?"

Li Xiang suddenly understood and intentionally raised his voice for the other side to hear.

Sure enough, when Zhao Qian heard this, his face immediately darkened.

In the previous competition, he lost to a woman, which made him unable to hold his head up among his brothers. He thought this time he could redeem himself, but found out that his opponent wasn’t even participating.

He couldn’t beat his rival openly on the field, which already made him feel quite frustrated.

Who knew that after practicing shooting, he’d come out to find Mao Ji from the First Criminal Investigation Team boasting that their team’s championship was secure this time.

How could he tolerate this?

"Su Jiayi is indeed a respectable rival, but for these four years, I’ve been honing my shooting skills to win the championship. Not like some people who only talk big, oblivious of their own achievements, and dare to boast about winning the championship."

Losing to Su Jiayi is a fact, but it doesn’t mean his shooting skills are poor; it just means Su Jiayi’s shooting skills are better.

"Who’s talking big? Even if you practiced for four years, it doesn’t mean you’d outdo someone who’s practiced for a month. The outcome of this competition is still unknown."

Hearing Zhao Qian accuse him of boasting, Mao Ji couldn’t help but retort, Li Xiang’s shooting results today already surpassed his own. Though his talent was average, he’d been practicing for seven or eight years. If such talent were given a month, what would happen?

"Is this your team’s newcomer? Who thinks a month of shooting practice can surpass me? And you say you’re not talking big? Newcomers these days really have no awareness."

Zhao Qian didn’t believe what Mao Ji said at all. After four years of hard training, someone else could catch up in a month? The newcomers today really don’t know the heights of the sky and depths of the earth.

"Brother Mao, why bother saying so much to him? Do we have an obligation to answer his questions? Let’s go!"

Li Xiang’s disregard made Zhao Qian unconvinced. Seeing him about to leave, Zhao immediately stepped in front to block his way: "Kid, you’re quite arrogant. Dare to have a match?"

"Boring!"

They were all adults, acting like kids having contests. If they’re going to compete, do it on the field.

Li Xiang bypassed him, his further disregard embarrassed Zhao Qian, who then turned around, placed a hand on Li Xiang’s shoulder, trying to stop him from leaving.

But Li Xiang, with his exceptional skills, had muscle memory. Sensing someone trying to grab him, his left hand reflexively caught Zhao Qian’s wrist on his right shoulder. With a downward pull, his right foot stepped back to trap Zhao’s leg, and his right elbow jabbed at Zhao’s rib. As Zhao bent in pain, Li Xiang brought him down. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

The entire action was fluid. Amidst everyone’s astonishment, Zhao Qian was already on the ground.

"Zhao Qian."

"Lao Zhao."

Zhao Qian’s comrades, seeing him taken down, immediately rushed over. Mao Ji quickly shielded Li Xiang and shouted at them: "What are you doing? Trying to use numbers to bully?"

It seemed like an attempt to draw attention.

Zhao Qian finally realized; he had been taken down?

The feeling of having his body skillfully managed just now was uncomfortable, but he had to admit, Li Xiang indeed had some skills. How could someone like that be a rookie?

He stood up from the ground: "Who exactly are you?"

"Li Xiang, the first auxiliary police member in Jinghai City to become full-time."

Seeing Zhao Qian’s defeat, Mao Ji was even more excited than Li Xiang.

"You’re Li Xiang?"

Within the public security system, Li Xiang had some notoriety. As the saying goes, "better to be a rooster’s head than a phoenix’s tail."

Being the first auxiliary police to become full-time made Li Xiang the rooster’s head, naturally giving him more fame than others.

His stories were often passed around as fascinating topics, but many still thought Li Xiang was simply lucky, always in the right place at the right time, giving people the illusion that if they were in his place, they could do it too.

Zhao Qian used to think this way, but after the encounter just now, he realized Li Xiang wasn’t just lucky.

Although he had been careless, even so, it wasn’t easy for an ordinary person to knock him down before he could react.

This also stirred his competitive spirit: "Just now I wasn’t ready. How about we have a proper fight?"

"No time, my cat at home is waiting to be fed."

Li Xiang declined once again. After speaking, he gave Mao Ji a look, and the two left calmly.

This time, Zhao Qian didn’t dare to stop them.

"Lao Zhao, what’s going on? Taken down in a single move?"

Zhao Qian, being the captain of the Third Team, had exceptional comprehensive skills in shooting and combat. Being easily taken down made it hard to accept.

"Indeed, beneath the famed name, there’s real talent. Li Xiang certainly has some tricks up his sleeve." Zhao Qian’s expression was somewhat grave; he had definitely underestimated his opponent.

"Having some tricks is fine. This time it’s a shooting competition, not a combat match. There will be a chance to get even when the combat competition comes around next time."

Li Xiang’s private refusal to spar meant Zhao Qian couldn’t force it; otherwise, it would be considered creating trouble, and he’d face disciplinary action. Only on the field could they compete legally.

"True, I do want to see how he performs in this shooting competition."

Zhao Qian found an excuse for himself, then left the shooting range.

Meanwhile, when Li Xiang and the others got in the car, Mao Ji was still hyped up from the tense atmosphere earlier: "Li Xiang, I knew you were great at combat, but I didn’t expect you to take Zhao Qian down in a single move. You know, his combat skills rank in the top three in the city-wide training and competition. No one has KO’d him, I believe you can do it."

Li Xiang smiled silently. In this beginner’s village, these were nothing.

"Director Feng had great foresight, directly asking Director Song for you. From now on, no matter the competition, our First Team has a trump card in hand, ready to play any time."

"I was initially concerned that our First Team might leave the shooting competition without a trophy, feeling quite pressured. But now, I’m not worried. I’m sure you can beat Zhao Qian and win the shooting championship."

Mao Ji, excited, was bubbling with words. Li Xiang was a bit puzzled; how come he never realized Mao Ji was such a chatterbox?

"Brother Mao, how many events are there in the shooting competition?"

"There are four events, each scored separately, and each has its own champion. Why?"

"Has anyone ever achieved a Grand Slam?"

"A Grand Slam? How could that be possible? The best shooter in Jinghai City previously only managed a double championship. Are you aiming for a Grand Slam?"

"Why not?"