I'm invincible since the end of the world

Ling Xiu wanted to retort: ​​"This is not easy."

But thinking of Lin Xinghai's performance in the first level, he could only step aside silently.

As the countdown ended, the second level officially began.

Whoosh!

When the first tennis ball was shot out, Lin Xinghai's expression was slightly surprised.

Because this tennis ball was shrunk by nearly half and became the size of an egg.

The tennis ball was shrunk by half, which doubled the difficulty of the second level.

And it's not just the size of the tennis ball that changed.

All the tennis balls before were shot out from the same shooting hole.

But now, the tennis balls appear randomly from the 300 shooting holes at the top.

"Interesting." Lin Xinghai muttered in his heart.

At the same time, he finally understood why 56% of the second level could rank in the top 100.

Compared to the first level, the difficulty is really exaggerated.

Bang bang bang bang bang!

Lin Xinghai kept pressing the button. For him, it was the beginning that could bring him a little surprise.

But after quickly adapting, with the gun skills he mastered, the difference between the second level and the first level was not that big.

In fact, the biggest difference might be that he passed the level faster.

Because in the second level, the frequency of tennis ball shooting was shortened to one per second.

And not only the frequency was increased, but also the shooting speed was increased. The time from the tennis ball appearing from the shooting port to the ground was shortened to one second.

So after only 50 seconds, Lin Xinghai entered the middle reloading time.

"Awesome!"

"Brother Lin is awesome!"

Everyone praised him in a hurry.

Now they no longer consider whether Lin Xinghai can enter the top 100. Instead, they guessed what rank Lin Xinghai could eventually reach?

After changing the magazine, Lin Xinghai also took the time to look at the screen. His ranking had reached 156th.

Bang bang bang bang!

When the 5-second reloading time ended, Lin Xinghai seamlessly switched to shooting mode.

After another 50 seconds, Lin Xinghai passed the level again without any mistakes.

The next moment, even Ling Xiu couldn't help but run over to flatter him.

As for what face is, it doesn't matter at this moment.

After all, no matter how thick his face is, it can't help him resist the damage when he encounters danger outside the shelter. But teammates like Lin Xinghai can save his life.

Ling Xiu: "Brother Lin, I have been a mercenary for so long, and you are the best mercenary with the best shooting skills I have ever seen."

Zhuang Qiao: "Yes! I have also seen many mercenaries who challenge the shooting list and enter the top 100, but I have never seen someone as comfortable as you, Mr. Lin."

Zhang Meiling: "Brother Lin, I will give you another massage, and you will definitely pass the third level without any mistakes later."

Huang Nuo: "Brother Lin, I guess you are going to become famous in one battle. After today, there will definitely be many mercenary groups coming to win you over."

As for Yao Cheng, who is usually silent, he is not good at this kind of flattery, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

Finally, he choked out a sentence, "Can you be the first?"

As soon as this was said, the few people who were originally ready to support the scene were instantly silent. How should they respond to this?

And it's not just them, Lin Xinghai also has a hard time answering!

If he says no, wouldn't it be embarrassing?

If he says yes, if he can't be the first in the end, wouldn't it be even more embarrassing?

"If you can't talk, go to the side." Huang Nuo couldn't help but scold, then looked at Lin Xinghai and said with a smile: "Brother Lin, my brother is usually like this, you..."

"It's okay!" Lin Xinghai waved his hand, and then asked with interest: "The first in the ranking, which level is it?"

For this question, Ling Xiu and others didn't know the answer, so they all cast their eyes on Zhuang Qiao.

After recalling, Zhuang Qiao said: "Level 5, progress: 76%."

Lin Xinghai couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly.

This shooting challenge, the difficulty between the first and second levels is not a little bit.

If the improvement of each level is so terrifying, then the opponent can reach the fifth level, the shooting skills are really amazing.

"Interesting." Lin Xinghai's eyes finally became serious.

As he spoke, he took a sip of orange juice, flexed his wrist, and then said, "Let's start the third level!"

Zhuang Qiao moved her mouth, but seeing the serious expression on Lin Xinghai's face, she finally didn't dare to persuade him. She nodded and started the program of the third level.

As the countdown began, Lin Xinghai also adjusted his state to welcome the new changes in the level.

Whoosh!

A tennis ball flew out, and as expected, it became smaller again.

Only the size of a ping-pong ball.

As the tennis balls flew out one by one, Lin Xinghai soon discovered that the biggest difficulty of this third level was not that the tennis balls were smaller.

But the sense of rhythm would be disrupted.

In the second level, whether the speed was increased or it flew out from different shooting ports, the frequency of the balls was constant, and the shooting speed was also constant.

But at this time, both of them were changing irregularly.

Sometimes the interval between two balls was less than 1 second, but sometimes it would be extended to 2 seconds.

And the shooting speed was completely different, some were fast, some were slow.

It would even happen that the tennis balls behind would land faster than the tennis balls in front.

Under this irregular situation, even Lin Xinghai had to concentrate on dealing with every tennis ball, and could no longer be as careless as before.

Huh!

When the third level ended, Lin Xinghai couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and he also felt tired for the first time.

He glanced at the screen and saw that his ranking had risen to 28th.

The people waiting on the side immediately flattered him.

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

Seeing this, the others also shut their mouths obediently. The training ground was instantly silent, but the eyes of several people were fiery.

They all had a strong premonition that they might witness the birth of a sharpshooter today.

This time, Lin Xinghai did not start early, but used up the 10-minute rest time. When the countdown started, he opened his eyes.

He glanced at the light screen next to him, and the progress bar of the fourth level was refreshed.

When the progress bar was 38%, the 10th place was marked in red font.

He continued to look, and when the progress bar reached 98%, he saw the words "No. 4".

"Only three people passed the fourth level?" Lin Xinghai's eyes became more solemn.

Whoosh!

However, even though Lin Xinghai had prepared himself mentally, he was still surprised when he saw the first ball fly out.