Invincible through Touching Corpses-Chapter 78 - 77: Pressure

Lin Xinghai was shocked because what shot out were not tennis balls, but iron balls.

The iron balls were faster, leaving at most 0.5 seconds of reaction time between leaving the port and hitting the ground.

0.5 seconds was cutting it extremely close, and the most terrifying part wasn’t even the speed.

What was terrifying was that some kind of magnetic device must have been installed on the walls on either side of the shooting range, and it was currently releasing an irregular magnetic field.

This caused the falling iron balls to be pulled by the magnetic field, making them constantly change trajectory as they descended.

Faced with such a variable, even Lin Xinghai was flustered, only barely managing to hit the first iron ball.

And unlike before, he failed to hit the center of the iron ball; the bullet only struck its edge.

In other words, he had almost missed.

However, Lin Xinghai’s shooting technique proficiency was at 100%. Even though it was only the Basic Level, it allowed him to adjust quickly.

So when the second iron ball flew out of the port, Lin Xinghai’s accuracy had already recovered, and he successfully hit it.

However, his expression remained serious, because accomplishing this required his complete concentration.

But this high level of concentration placed an enormous strain on his mind. It was like a constantly tightening string that could snap at any moment.

To put it simply, if he kept this up, he was very likely to make a mistake.

One shot, two shots, three shots... Lin Xinghai poured everything he had into each one.

By the 20th shot, however, his accuracy inevitably began to decline. Although he still hit the iron balls, his shots were only striking their edges.

’This can’t go on.’ Lin Xinghai’s brow furrowed as he searched his mind for a solution.

Suddenly, an idea struck him, and he unleashed his Perception Power.

His Perception Power had a range of 140 meters, enough to completely envelop the entire training ground—including, of course, the flying iron balls.

Although the images from his Perception were somewhat blurry, it was enough for Lin Xinghai.

The information detected by his Perception Power was projected directly into his brain, allowing him to react faster than he could by sight alone.

This way, he was essentially using his Perception Power for a rough preliminary scan before observing with his eyes.

Lin Xinghai immediately felt much more at ease.

If he had needed to be 100% focused before, now he only needed to concentrate at 80%.

With that 20% as a buffer, Lin Xinghai’s margin for error increased dramatically.

The most obvious result was that he became composed once again.

Even Ling Xiu and the others, who were watching from the side, noticed this subtle change.

They watched as Lin Xinghai’s previously serious expression suddenly relaxed. Confused but hopeful, their anticipation grew.

Because Lin Xinghai was now getting closer and closer to 10th place on the leaderboard.

But until the very last moment, no one could be sure if Lin Xinghai would make it into the top 10.

Although they were given three chances to make a mistake, in a challenge of such high intensity, a single error often left no time to adjust before the next wave of iron balls arrived.

Zhuang Qiao had the most to say about this. She had seen it many times: Mercenaries who had a chance to break into the top 100 would make a single mistake, fail to adjust in time, and then miss the tennis balls one after another, getting completely eliminated.

Therefore, in the process of climbing the ranks, one could never relax until the very end.

However, what they feared did not happen.

Soon, his progress on the fourth stage surpassed 38%, and his temporary rank on the light screen instantly refreshed, changing to 10th place.

If Lin Xinghai weren’t still in the middle of the tense challenge, the others would have probably cried out in shock.

Even for Zhuang Qiao, this was the first time she had personally witnessed the birth of a Divine Sharpshooter.

But Divine Sharpshooters were also ranked, and it was clear Lin Xinghai wasn’t satisfied with 10th place. And he certainly had the ability to continue challenging his way up.

The ranks refreshed quickly. In an extreme challenge like this, the difference between one rank and the next could be a matter of just a few more seconds of endurance.

So, Lin Xinghai’s temporary rank quickly jumped to 9th, then 8th. By the time the mid-stage reload break arrived, his rank had already reached 7th place.

"Brother Lin, you’re incredible!"

"Brother Lin, congratulations on becoming a Divine Sharpshooter."

"Mr. Lin, you’re probably the youngest Divine Sharpshooter in the history of our Mercenary Guild."

During the five-second reload window, a flood of compliments came as expected.

In response, Lin Xinghai simply nodded as his gaze shifted to the light screen at the side.

Looking at his 7th place rank, Lin Xinghai didn’t feel much joy. Instead, he couldn’t help but reflect that the Divine Sharpshooters on this list truly weren’t famous for nothing.

’Their Gun Technique is probably on par with my own.’

’If I hadn’t had that flash of inspiration and used my Perception Power to help, I might have still made it into the top 10, but 50% progress on the fourth stage would have probably been my limit.’

’Of course, it’s possible the others also used their Perception Power to help.’

’After all, the training ground is only 100 meters long. As long as someone has broken the third Genetic Lock, their Perception Power is sufficient to cover the entire range.’

’But regardless, their Gun Technique proficiency is definitely high. Even if it hasn’t reached 100%, it must be at least 95%.’

Of course, these thoughts only flashed through Lin Xinghai’s mind. The five-second reload time passed in the blink of an eye.

BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG!

Lin Xinghai instantly re-entered a state of focused shooting.

His progress on the fourth stage advanced rapidly, and Lin Xinghai’s rank continued to rise.

He quickly rose to 6th place, then 5th. By the time he successfully cleared the stage, his rank had become 4th.

He was only a step away from the top 3.

This scene once again made Ling Xiu and the others hold their breath.

Although the top 10 were all considered Divine Sharpshooters, there were still disparities between them.

Especially if one could enter the top 3, the prestige of the Divine Sharpshooter title would increase by a huge margin.

Even if Lin Xinghai were to end the challenge with his current results, it would be enough to cause a stir among all the Third Level Mercenary Corps.

But if he could enter the top 3, it wouldn’t be surprising to see even Third Level Mercenary Corps Leaders come to invite Lin Xinghai personally.

The thought that such a powerful expert was about to join their hunting squad, even temporarily, was enough to make Ling Xiu feel breathless.

As soon as Lin Xinghai passed the fourth stage, Ling Xiu immediately stepped forward, wanting to continue currying favor.

However, before he could open his mouth, Lin Xinghai held up a hand. "I need to rest properly and prepare for the fifth stage."