Night’s Nomenclature

As Old Six walked, he sighed: “Firearms are the natural enemy of high-level superhumans. Even an A-level fighter can die from a sniper rifle.”

“A-level superhumans can’t do anything against sniper rifles?” Qing Chen felt puzzled.

“It’s not that they can’t do anything when facing sniper rifles, but rather, they can’t do anything when encountering the best snipers,” Old Six explained. “When a superhuman reaches Level A, they develop a sixth sense. They can sense if someone is aiming a gun at them or observing them with malicious intent within 1,000 meters.”

Therefore, if a sniper was aiming within 1,000 meters, an A-level superhuman would notice ahead of time.

Just a single glance with evil intentions in the crowd could lead to the superhuman noticing.

This powerful sixth sense was terrifying and was beyond the capability of normal human beings.

Qing Chen recalled something.

When time traveling just started, there was a frightened student named Huang Jixian in Prison 18. Qing Chen went to his neighborhood to look for clues, but as soon as he looked at Zheng Yuandong, Zheng Yuandong immediately turned around and looked at him.

Was that a coincidence or was Zheng Yuandong an A-level at that time?

“If snipers can’t aim at A-level superhumans, why would they still be afraid of a sniper?” Qing Chen asked Old Six thoughtfully.

“Because there are still some snipers who can accurately hit their target from over 1,000 meters away,” Old Six squinted his eyes and said, “A-level superhumans lose their sense of danger if the observer is more than 1,000 meters away, making them unable to evade in advance. Those anti-material firearms can even penetrate tanks with their armor-piercing bullets. Although A-level superhumans are powerful, they are not as resistant as battle tanks.”

“Old Six, if a sniper bullet hits the head of an A-level expert from a distance of 1,000 meters, can the superhuman be killed?” Qing Chen asked.

“Of course,” Old Six said, “There have been many A-level superhumans killed by sniper rifles in the history of the Federation.”

This had always been puzzling to Qing Chen. He felt that most of the superhumans in this world were ‘powerful at attacking and weak at defense’, just like assassins. Even a demigod like his master must retreat when encountering a brainless killer weapon like the Metal Storm.

“Is the sixth sense of A-levels all capped at 1,000 meters?” Qing Chen asked.

At this time, Old Six smiled happily at Qing Chen and said, “You are a genetic warrior, and your upper limit is B-level, so just remember one thing, if you find a sniper on the battlefield, hide away.”

Old Six didn’t mean to tease Qing Chen when he said this. He himself was also B-level, so there was no need to tease him.

It was common sense that genetic warriors were at most B-level.

Qing Chen thought for a moment and said, “How can I become a sniper? I have never had the chance to touch a sniper rifle before.”

Old Six was stunned for a moment: “You want to be a sniper? That thing depends on talent. Brother Qing Chen, I don’t mean to look down on you. When I was in the army, I also wanted to be a sniper, but my eyesight, concentration, and calculation ability were far behind.”

Qing Chen didn’t say anything else. He suddenly found a shortcut.

A way for an ordinary person to kill a superhuman.

He knew that it would take him quite a while to reach A-level, because each Life and Death challenge required a long time of preparation and skill, not something that could be achieved by plain willpower.

If his predecessors had not marked the route for him with magnesium powder on the Qingshan Great Cliff, if the old guys had not given him white fruits, and if the words of encouragement were not written on the cliff, he probably would not have succeeded.

But if he could become a sniper, even if he was still weak, he could still kill people way above his level as long as he got the chance!

“We’re here,” said Old Six, pointing to a magnificent modern building in front of them.

This building looked like a huge gymnasium, with a metallic facade. It seems somewhat out of place with the other ancient-style buildings in the Half Mountain Manor. Only a few details on the wall still retained some oriental cultural elements.

There was a huge plaque hanging outside the building with the building’s name “Fenwu Building” inscribed on it. 1The character “Feng” means hard work, and “Wu” means martial arts/self-defense, implying power.

Old Six introduced cheerfully, “The bodyguards usually train here, and the Li family members practice shooting here. However, the combat course that you will teach will not be in here but in the Li family academy.”

“Combat course?” Qing Chen asked.

“Yes, the boss has reopened the Martial Arts Academy and asked for you to be a teacher to teach the Li family’s children,” said Old Six. “Don’t underestimate this position. The family culture within the Li family is relatively conservative, emphasizing orderly inheritance and respect for teachers. You can easily gain a foothold in the Li family academy, as the Li family’s children will have to be polite to you in the future, and at least you will not have to worry about earning a stable income for the rest of your life.”

The cultural heritage of the Li family was probably more like that of some scholarly families in ancient times of the Outer World, where family rules were very important.

However, Qing Chen didn’t care about these things, but asked: “This venue is only about 400 meters long, so it shouldn’t be possible to practice sniper rifles, right?”

Old Six thought about it, and he seemed to sense Qing Chen’s persistence, “The Half Mountain Manor is bigger than you think. There are naturally other places to practice sniper rifles. Let’s see how good your shooting skills are first.”

“Okay, thank you, Brother Six. If I don’t have the talent, I will give up on sniping myself,” Qing Chen nodded.

No sound could be heard from outside the venue, but when they entered the building, they could start to hear faint gunshots.

Old Six took Qing Chen inside and met many people along the way who greeted him warmly and enthusiastically.

“Try the pistol first, starting with a 10-meter target,” Old Six took out some guns and bullets that Qing Chen had never seen before, and led Qing Chen to the shooting position.

Qing Chen thought for a moment and took the pistol: “My marksmanship should be pretty good.”

Old Six was happy: “Should?”

Qing Chen raised his hand and fired a few shots at the target ten meters away to test the trajectory.

Old Six looked at the sporadic holes around the rings he shot and smiled, “You call this good?”

However, as soon as he finished speaking, Qing Chen raised his hand and fired again, and every shot hit the center of the ten-ring bull’s eye.

“Wait, you just missed your first few shots,” Old Six felt something odd.

Qing Chen explained seriously: “When I was a mercenary, I used firearms quite often.”

Old Six seemed to be thinking about something. He shouted to the staff, “Move the target to 50 meters!”

This time, Qing Chen didn’t even need to confirm the trajectory, he just fired directly, and every shot still hit the bull’s eye!

It was not that he didn’t want to hide his strength, but he knew that if he wanted to get access to, and possession of, a sniper rifle as soon as possible, he must use this method.

• 1The character “Feng” means hard work, and “Wu” means martial arts/self-defense, implying power.

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