Beauty comics

Chapter 18 Training (recommendation ticket requested)
Eight o'clock in the evening, Chris gym.

Link was sweating profusely as he looked at the strong man in front of him.

The strong man is named Westickris, a veteran and the owner of this gym.

He has a strong body, with bulging muscles, and his arms are almost as thick as Link's thighs. He has excellent fighting ability and is also Link's designated fitness trainer.

It is said to be fitness, but in fact Link appointed Vesticles to constantly attack him.

Link has all kinds of fighting skills in his mind. What he lacks is experience, the ability to immediately respond to attacks and initiate attacks.

Perhaps a sentence of dialogue can more clearly describe Link at this moment.

Brain: "I've learned it all!"

Body: "No! I won't!"

So at this moment, Link's requirement for Vesticles is to constantly attack himself.

Only in this situation of continuous attack, Link can control the fighting ability in his mind faster, so that he can roughly understand the attack method of others when they make a move.

Then the body conditioned to respond and counterattack.

This requires a long period of training, training the conditional launch and physical coordination.

"Boom..."

Vesticles punched Link hard on the chest, knocking Link back five or six steps, and then sat down on the ground.

"call……"

Link took a breath, endured the pain and stood up again, and said to Vestikris, "Didn't eat? Use some strength, buddy!"

He has an immortal body, and this pain can be recovered in a blink of an eye.

But he knows better that only when he is hurt can he have a deep memory.

As the saying goes, people who are often beaten have good fighting abilities.

"Sir? Are you sure you're all right?"

Seeing Link's grinning expression, Vesticles was also a little confused.

I just punched with [-]% strength, and a thin person like Link would definitely not be able to easily withstand such a punch.

"Don't worry, just let the horse come over, I'm fine!"

Link came to Vesticles, with his fists in front of his face, protecting his eyes, constantly observing Vesticles' movements, thinking about how to deal with it.

"Okay!" Vesticles nodded. He always felt that the guest in front of him was a little weird, as if he was looking for death, more like a masochist.

When others come to his gym, they just use the equipment to exercise their body muscles.

The person in front of him was fine, more like he came in and was beaten.

"boom……"

Seeing Vesti Chris punching, Link raised his hand, but the next moment, Chris punched Link directly in the abdomen.

"Teng Teng Teng..."

Link took another five or six steps back, his abdomen was throbbing and hurting like a spasm, but Link still gritted his teeth and said, "That's right, it's strong enough! Be careful, I'm going to fight back!"

As he spoke, Link stepped forward and rushed forward, but Vestikris raised his leg reflexively.

"Boom..."

Link's body fell back again, panting heavily, and sat down on the ground again.

The situation was like Link hitting Chris's leg directly, it hurt to watch.

"Mr. Truss, it's been an hour, do you want to take a break?"

When Vestikris spoke, he was even a little worried. He was really afraid that he would lose a lot of medical expenses if he beat the man in front of him until he couldn't stand up.

"Huh... no, take me to train with firearms!"

Link took a breath again, and turned his eyes to the fitness equipment aside. A young girl was constantly training with the arm strength equipment.

"Sharon Carter! Really dedicated!"

Link didn't pay much attention, pretending not to see it, and followed Vesticles to the backyard.

This is a factory-like building, the surrounding walls have been sound-proofed, and the interior has been isolated into grids like runways.

This is the training ground for gun shooting.

"Mr. Truss, are you a training rifle or a pistol?"

"Pistol!"

Link spoke, this is his main purpose of coming here.

He chose a common m1911 pistol with 9mm bullets.

Seeing the firearm, information about the firearm naturally appeared in Link's mind, with six rifling grooves and a stable ballistic trajectory.

Although the 45mm bullet is not as powerful as the .[-] caliber bullet, it is more penetrating.

"As long as the length and caliber of the bullet are increased, more gunpowder can be filled!"

"Equipped with a high-density warhead, its penetration will be stronger!"

"Also changing the shape of the rifling to make the bullet spin more and faster."

Seeing the firearm, the knowledge of how to modify the firearm involuntarily emerged in Link's mind, and at the same time he had a more specific understanding of the bullet's turning.

Bullet turning is sacrificing the stopping power of the bullet, and excessive pursuit of penetration, in order to be able to kill more enemies.

Pistols generally pursue stopping power, or a balance between penetrating power and stopping power.

Because the effective range of the pistol is only 50 meters, although the maximum range can reach 300 meters, or even 500 meters, but at this distance, the lethality of ordinary pistols is extremely limited.

Only at short distances, the lethality of the pistol will be strong.

As for a pistol with strong stopping power, a single shot, even if it misses a vital point, may cause a person to lose the ability to fight back. This is the function of a pistol.

The kind of people who have been shot a few times and still look like a normal person can only say that the stopping power of the pistol is relatively poor and the penetrating power is strong.

Ordinary pistols are all about stopping power, after all, they are short-range weapons.

Only with strong stopping power can you make yourself safer!
The pistol that Link needs, however, goes in the opposite direction, pursuing greater penetration so that the bullets can hit more people.

This requires precise marksmanship.

Only accurate marksmanship can make bullets more lethal.

After disassembling the pistol and understanding its performance, Link began to reload.

"Boom..."

Raising his hand and aiming at the target, Link frowned slightly.

This is only a ten-meter target, but I didn't expect the first shot to miss the target.

At this time, Vestikris on the side said: "You have to hold the gun with both hands and stretch your arms to exert force. Only in this way can the recoil force be better reduced."

Link nodded, but did not change the way he held the gun.

He knew very well that it was because his arms were not strong enough to hold down the gun.

In the future, if you want to turn the bullet, it will require even more strength in your arms and wrists.

If he couldn't shoot easily with one hand, then he couldn't turn the bullet at all.

The principle of bullet turning is that at the moment when the bullet is ejected, the arm and wrist exert force at the same time, adding a swinging force to the bullet.

Only when the force of this swing is strong enough and precise enough can the bullet turn.

"Boom bang bang..."

Gunshots continued, and bullet marks gradually appeared on the target ten meters away.

One ring, two rings, three rings!
As time passed, Link gradually found the feeling, and the memory in his mind allowed him to constantly adjust the strength of his arm.

If it is said that fighting requires constant fighting, let the body get used to it.

So is shooting.

The only difference is that one is controlling the whole body, and the other is controlling one arm, and the gap is huge.

There are memories of shooting various firearms in his mind, which makes Link adapt faster.

When the hour was almost up, Link's marksmanship was already able to hover between the eighth, ninth, and tenth rings.

"Mr. Truss, you are the most gifted shooter I have ever seen!"

The eyes of Vestikris on the side were full of amazement at the moment, and he said in an exaggerated tone, as if he had never seen that he could go from a beginner to the level of ten rings with one hand so quickly.

"maybe!"

Link nodded, and glanced at a training field not far away, where there was also an extremely surprised girl standing there, none other than Sharon Carter.

"This... is incredible!"

(End of this chapter)