My wife who comes from a wealthy family-Chapter 34 - 35: Instant Kill Chief Instructor

Whoosh!

A single stone stirred up a thousand ripples!

The entire drill ground fell deathly silent.

"Holy shit, isn’t this guy way too arrogant?"

"That’s our school’s Chief Instructor, with the rank of Lieutenant Colonel!"

"He actually dares to challenge the Chief Instructor!" All the students were shocked.

The Chief Instructor sneered, "You’re the most defiant student I’ve ever seen. Do you think just because you beat an ordinary instructor, no one can control you now?"

"Sorry, but that’s indeed the case." Ye Wudao shook his head. In this world, aside from those old immortals on Mount Kunlun, no one else had the ability to control him.

"Brat, think you’re quite the fighter, huh? Heh, ever played with guns?" the Chief Instructor asked from on high.

Hearing about guns, all the students’ eyes lit up.

Ye Wudao’s lips curled slightly, "Guns? I grew bored of those when I was three!"

"Blowing your own trumpet won’t make your tongue curl!" The Chief Instructor grew angry, having never met such an arrogant student before.

"Do you dare to compare marksmanship with me?" the Chief Instructor challenged.

"Not interested." Ye Wudao shook his head; to him, guns were too weak.

"I think you’re just afraid," the Chief Instructor continued to provoke.

"He definitely doesn’t dare, who would dare to compete in marksmanship with you, Chief Instructor?"

"Exactly, you’re the one known as the Sharpshooter!" Several instructors buttered up.

"Seeing how eager you are to court death, I’ll reluctantly agree," Ye Wudao shrugged.

"Hehe, kid, if you win, no one will control what you do. But if you lose, all the students will have to stand at attention without food for a whole day because of you!" the Chief Instructor sneered.

Oh my God!

Please no!

All the students looked desperate.

"No problem. And if you lose?" Ye Wudao asked in response.

"Hehe, how could I lose?" the Chief Instructor scoffed.

"If you lose, take your bunch of useless instructors and roll out of our university, so as not to embarrass yourselves further!" Ye Wudao stated.

"Agreed!"

Ye Wudao’s words immediately won the favor of all the students on the field.

"Big brother, you can do it!"

"I believe in you!" Many students began supporting Ye Wudao, only to be fiercely glared back by the instructors.

Soon, the target was set up.

"Chief Instructor, your gun!" An instructor respectfully handed over a rifle.

The Chief Instructor took the rifle, very professionally, and without hesitation pulled the trigger.

Bang!

Nine rings!

The second shot, ten rings!

The third shot, ten rings!

The fifth shot, nine rings!

A total of five shots, tallying forty-eight rings, stunning everyone present!

"My goodness, that’s so accurate!"

"We’re definitely going to lose!"

"How could students’ marksmanship compare with the Chief Instructor?" The students on the drill ground deflated, convinced Ye Wudao was sure to lose.

"Brother Ye." Xu Mengmeng looked at Ye Wudao nervously.

"It’s all right!" Ye Wudao was full of confidence.

"Brat, ever fired a gun? Don’t misfire!" the Chief Instructor handed over the gun to Ye Wudao.

Ye Wudao held the rifle in one hand, not even glancing at the target, and without hesitation pulled the trigger.

"Hehe, this posture is too amateurish!"

"He’d win even if he didn’t miss the target!" Several instructors scoffed.

Bang!

At the sound of the gun, the bullet struck the bullseye, ten rings!

The students immediately erupted into excitement.

"Holy shit, that’s amazing!"

"The first shot and it’s already ten rings!"

As for the instructors, they mockingly said, "Just dumb luck!"

Ye Wudao ignored them, steadied the gun with one hand, and pulled the trigger.

The second shot, ten rings!

The third shot, ten rings!

The fourth shot, ten rings!

If hitting the bullseye with one shot was good luck, then Ye Wudao hitting the bullseye with four consecutive shots, especially with one hand, and without aiming, was not just luck—it was true skill.

"Holy shit, this brother is fierce!"

"Even more accurate than the Chief Instructor!"

"An absolute god!" The students were incredibly excited.

Some were overjoyed; some were distressed. The instructors’ expressions instantly became very unsightly.

Ye Wudao prepared to pull the trigger again but realized the gun wouldn’t fire.

"No more bullets, get me another gun!" said Ye Wudao.

An instructor mocked, "Brat, on the battlefield, the situation can change utterly; will the enemy care if your gun is out of bullets?"

"You lost!" the Chief Instructor declared triumphantly.

"That’s cheating!" Xu Mengmeng couldn’t stand it.

"Right, they’re deliberately cheating!"

"Can’t take a loss!" the students collectively grew angry.

The Chief Instructor sneered, "Ran out of bullets, ask the enemy for more, why don’t you."

Ye Wudao removed the bayonet from the rifle, smiling, "Well then, no bullets it is."

Seeing Ye Wudao holding the bayonet, the Chief Instructor couldn’t help but mock, "Heh, you don’t really think you can hit the target with a bayonet, do you? Brat, if you can hit it, I’ll eat it right here and now!"

Before his words could even fade, Ye Wudao moved like lightning, his blade flying straight to the heart of the target like a bullet.

Bang!

"Ten, ten rings!"

"My God, that’s terrifying!" a few instructors were completely dumbstruck.

The entire field erupted into chaos!

"Holy shit, the dagger actually hit the ten rings from a hundred meters away!"

"The god is too mighty!"

"A man like a god!" All the students, regardless of gender, looked up at Ye Wudao with admiration.

Ye Wudao stood with his hands behind his back, speaking indifferently, "Don’t forget your words, eat the bayonet."

Like being struck by thunder, the Chief Instructor’s defenses were completely shattered.

With a "thud", the Chief Instructor knelt down and lowered his head, saying, "I admit defeat. You are far stronger than me. The freshmen of our university should be under your military training!"

The other instructors also knelt down one after another, not daring to raise their heads. Thinking back to how they had provoked Ye Wudao earlier, they seemed utterly ridiculous, like clowns.