Invincible through Touching Corpses-Chapter 77 - 76: Soaring Difficulty

Ling Xiu really wanted to retort, "This isn’t simple."

But remembering Lin Xinghai’s performance in the first round, he could only retreat to the side in silence.

As the countdown ended, the second round officially began.

WHOOSH!

When the first tennis ball shot out, a slightly surprised expression appeared on Lin Xinghai’s face.

The tennis ball had shrunk by nearly half, becoming the size of an egg.

The tennis ball shrinking by half directly doubled the difficulty of the second round.

And the size of the tennis ball wasn’t the only thing that had changed.

Previously, all the tennis balls had been launched from the same firing port.

But now, the tennis balls were appearing randomly from the 300 firing ports on the ceiling.

’This is kind of interesting,’ Lin Xinghai muttered to himself.

At the same time, he finally understood why reaching 56% of the second round was enough to rank in the top 100.

The increase in difficulty compared to the first round was honestly a bit absurd.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

Lin Xinghai continuously pulled the trigger. For him, the changes were only surprising at the very beginning.

But after he quickly adapted, with the Gun Technique he had mastered, there wasn’t much difference between the second round and the first.

In fact, perhaps the biggest difference was that he was clearing the round even faster.

This was because in the second round, the firing frequency of the tennis balls had been shortened to one per second.

Not only was the frequency faster, but the firing Speed had also increased. The Time it took for a tennis ball to travel from a firing port to the ground was also shortened to one second.

So, after just 50 seconds, Lin Xinghai reached the mid-round reload period.

"So amazing!"

"Brother Lin is incredible!"

Everyone scrambled to praise him.

They were no longer thinking about whether Lin Xinghai could get into the top 100. Instead, they were now speculating on what final rank Lin Xinghai could achieve.

After changing his magazine, Lin Xinghai also took a moment to glance at the screen. His rank had already reached 156th.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

When the 5-second reload period ended, Lin Xinghai seamlessly switched back to shooting mode.

Another 50 seconds later, Lin Xinghai cleared the round again with zero mistakes.

In the next moment, even Ling Xiu couldn’t help but run over to kiss up to him.

As for his pride, that was no longer important at this moment.

After all, no matter how thick-skinned he was, his pride couldn’t shield him from harm if he ran into danger outside the Shelter. But a teammate like Lin Xinghai could save his life.

Ling Xiu: "Brother Lin, I’ve been a Mercenary for so long, and you’re the best Mercenary I’ve ever seen when it comes to Gun Technique."

Zhuang Qiao: "That’s right! I’ve also seen quite a few Mercenaries challenge the shooting leaderboard and get into the top 100, but I’ve never seen anyone do it with such ease as you, Mr. Lin."

Zhang Meiling: "Brother Lin, let me give you another massage. I’m sure you’ll be able to pass the third round without any mistakes." 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Huang Nuo: "Brother Lin, you’re probably going to make a name for yourself with this. After today, there will definitely be a lot of Mercenary Corps trying to recruit you."

As for the usually quiet Yao Cheng, he wasn’t good at this sort of flattery and didn’t know what to say for a moment.

Finally, he squeezed out a sentence, "Can you become number one?"

The moment he said it, the others who were ready to chime in with more praise were instantly silenced. How were they supposed to respond to that?

And it wasn’t just them; Lin Xinghai didn’t know how to answer either!

If he said no, wouldn’t he lose face?

If he said yes, but then failed to become number one in the end, wouldn’t he lose even more face?

"If you don’t know how to talk, just stand aside," Huang Nuo couldn’t help but scold him. Then he turned to Lin Xinghai with a cheerful smile and said, "Brother Lin, my younger brother is always like this, you..."

"It’s fine!" Lin Xinghai waved his hand and then asked with great interest, "The person at the top of the leaderboard, what round did they reach?"

Ling Xiu and the others didn’t know the answer to this question, so they all turned their gazes to Zhuang Qiao.

Zhuang Qiao recalled for a moment before saying, "Round 5, progress: 76%."

Hearing this, Lin Xinghai couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow slightly.

The difficulty jump between the first and second rounds of this shooting challenge was no small matter.

If the difficulty increased so terrifyingly with each round, then for that person to have reached the fifth round, their Gun Technique must be truly remarkable.

"Interesting." Lin Xinghai’s gaze finally turned serious.

He said this, took a sip of orange juice, loosened up his wrist, and then said, "Let’s start the third round!"

Zhuang Qiao’s mouth moved, but seeing the serious expression on Lin Xinghai’s face, she ultimately didn’t dare try to dissuade him. She nodded and went to activate the program for the third round.

As the countdown began, Lin Xinghai also adjusted his state of mind, preparing for the new changes in the round.

WHOOSH!

A tennis ball flew out and, just as Lin Xinghai expected, it had gotten smaller again.

It was only the size of a ping-pong ball.

As the tennis balls flew out one by one, Lin Xinghai soon discovered that the greatest difficulty in this third round wasn’t the reduced size of the balls.

Instead, it was that his rhythm would be broken.

In the second round, regardless of the increased Speed or the balls coming from different firing ports, the frequency of their release was constant, and the firing Speed was also constant.

But now, both of these were changing unpredictably.

Sometimes the interval between two balls was less than a second, but other times, it would extend to two seconds.

And the firing speeds were completely different, too—some fast, some slow.

There were even cases where a later ball would land faster than an earlier one.

With the balls being launched in such an irregular pattern, even Lin Xinghai had to focus his full attention to deal with each one, no longer able to maintain his previous nonchalance.

PHEW!

When the third round ended, Lin Xinghai couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief. For the first time, he felt a sense of fatigue.

He glanced at the screen; his rank had risen to 28th.

The few people waiting on the side immediately started showering him with compliments.

But Lin Xinghai was no longer in the mood to listen. He just had Zhang Meiling massage his arm and closed his eyes to rest.

Seeing this, the others obediently shut their mouths. The training ground fell instantly silent, but everyone’s eyes were burning with fervor.

They all had a strong premonition that today, they might be witnessing the birth of a Divine Sharpshooter.

This time, Lin Xinghai didn’t start early. Instead, he used up the full 10-minute rest period, only opening his eyes when the countdown began.

He glanced at the light screen beside him. As expected, the progress bar for the fourth round had appeared.

At the 38% mark on the progress bar, 10th place was indicated in red font.

His gaze continued to move, and at the 98% mark, he saw the indicator for 4th place.

’So only three people have passed this fourth round?’ A solemn look appeared in Lin Xinghai’s eyes.

WHOOSH!

However, even though Lin Xinghai was mentally prepared, when he saw the first sphere fly out, his eyes still held a look of astonishment.