Shifting the focus, the Gun King declared, "With a sense of martial prowess comes a sense of gun mastery."

Looking at Qin Fen, the Gun King sighed heavily, "Your older brother, Qin Zhan, was the person I've ever met with the strongest sense of gun mastery and martial prowess. It's a pity he wasn't that passionate about firearms..."

At this point, the Gun King paused in thought, then shook his head again, "It seems he wasn't passionate about anything, yet excelled at everything."

Hearing about his brother again, and being praised so highly by both the formidable Gun King and the Butcher before, the blood inside Qin Fen began to surge.

He could not let his brother's reputation diminish with him! Qin Fen secretly resolved that at the very least, people must look at him and say, "Not bad! Worthy of being Qin Zhan's younger brother."

The Gun King then tossed a gun to Qin Fen, saying, "Shoot the target over there."

Taking the weapon, Qin Fen hesitated slightly and glanced at the Gun King.

"Relax! This is a good gun."

Reassured, Qin Fen looked up and aimed at the distant target. The target, twenty-five meters away, seemed no different to his superior eyesight than if it were right in front of him.

He pulled the trigger... Click...

"You just believe what I say! You brainless fool!" The Gun King exclaimed with clear displeasure, "Didn't you check it yourself?"

Tricked again? Qin Fen offered no defense, instead taking the gun into his hands to examine it, figuring out how to disassemble it to find what was wrong.

"Disassemble it like this." The Gun King, holding his own firearm, gave a slight flick of his wrist, and a complete Night Hawk T3 instantly transformed into a pile of components that clattered onto the table.

The Gun King gestured toward the disassembled Night Hawk T3 and asked with extreme nonchalance, "Did you get it?"

Qin Fen concentrated, his brow furrowed. After about ten seconds, he gave a slight shake of his wrist holding the gun, the motion even half a degree smaller than the Gun King's.

Clatter...

The gun in Qin Fen's hand immediately also turned into a heap of parts, pinging and falling onto the tabletop.

"..."

The Gun King's previously arrogant expression instantly froze solid. He stared blankly at the components on the table. Having seen it only once, he had completely grasped the disassembly of the Night Hawk T3? Moreover, the subtle wrist movement he had just executed was even more precise!

"Damn it! The older brother is a monster, and the younger brother is a freak too! This book is reprinted by 16K Literature Network wαр．1⑥κ．сΝ"

The Gun King cursed under his breath, but his face was alight with excitement, "Kid! Look at these parts and tell me what's wrong."

With two identical firearms disassembled on two separate tables, Qin Fen scrutinized every component. For a complete novice who had never touched a gun, distinguishing the flaws was incredibly difficult, yet the Gun King acted as if it were a simple expectation.

"It’s not just about diligent practice for these things," the Gun King smiled smugly. "Talent is also required. Otherwise, if practice alone was enough, wouldn't the world be full of gun kings? If you can't find the problem, you're at best a skilled user of firearms—I have no interest in teaching such trash."

"This one," Qin Fen held up the T3's recoil spring cap, "This one is problematic."

"Interesting," the Gun King, who had just climbed onto the table, hopped down excitedly. "Kid, congratulations! You've passed the test and are qualified to be my apprentice."

"Oh," Qin Fen nodded, showing no excessive excitement.

This expression momentarily choked the Gun King. He knew that many recruits, who got in through connections, desperately wanted him to impart some design tips; being accepted as a student could excite some to the point of fainting, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration.

The Gun King! Heralded as the Federation's number one gun master!

Though it was only a title, it attested to his ability.

Qin Fen, completely unaware of the Gun King's reputation, naturally felt none of the expected thrill.

"Alright, alright! You brothers are both freaks anyway; this expression actually fits the Qin family style," the Gun King said, resting both hands flat on the table. "Next, I'll teach you assembly. Although every gun is different, the general principle remains the same. The reason? They are all called guns!"

This overbearing and uncompromising teaching style gradually allowed Qin Fen to understand the nature of his master, the Gun King: he was always right.

"Watch closely!"

As his voice faded, the Gun King once again demonstrated with his bare hands what it meant to be the Gun King!

The Gun King wasn't just fierce with firing; everything about firearms had to be fierce for one to earn the title of Gun King!

In the blink of an eye, a disassembled weapon was reassembled in the Gun King's hands once more.

The instant the gun was whole, the Gun King, without turning his body, casually raised his hand and fired several shots. The explosive sounds of the bullets, heard at such close range for the first time, roared next to Qin Fen's ears.

The paper targets arrived via the automatic system. There wasn't a single round hole in the bullseye; instead, there was one bullet hole in each of the four corners of the target paper.

Four holes, each equidistant from its respective corner!

"Kid, stop staring, assemble the gun!"

Silence returned. Recalling every motion the Gun King made during assembly, when Qin Fen moved again, his speed was surprisingly not inferior to the Gun King's!

As a martial artist, keen eyesight, quick hands, accurate force, and precise positioning were the most fundamental basics. While Qin Fen wouldn't claim his basics were number one in the Federation, he was still an outstanding figure. Coupled with the stimulation from the fusion metal sphere throughout his body, his physical form underwent yet another inexplicable strengthening.

The firearm was assembled, but Qin Fen didn't possess the Gun King's ability to shoot without looking back. He turned toward the target and fired a rapid succession of shots.

His superb vision and steady arm did not immediately yield a string of ten-rings.

The Gun King tossed over a stack of ammunition: "Shoot again."

"Again."

"Again."

"Again."

The ten-rings gradually increased, until the final continuous volley of shots all hit the center. Only then did the Gun King nod with satisfaction and ask, "Understood?"

"Understood," Qin Fen replied, nodding. "Ballistics are more important than aiming."

"Very good." The Gun King stretched lazily. "Indoors is different from outdoors; there is no wind here. Outside, environmental differences will alter the trajectory. Except for your monster brother, others with talent still need a lot of practice for this. Toss the gun aside, just remember the feeling from today. You can go eat now."

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Due to the high-intensity training, the new recruits had almost all fallen asleep early.

In the evening, Du Peng dragged his exhausted body back to the barracks from the gravity chamber. He hurriedly took a shower and immediately collapsed onto his cot, falling fast asleep.

Qin Fen, however, was still immersed in excitement. The Butcher's combat style and the Gun King's guidance on firearms had provided him with a new direction for learning.

Martial skill can kill; aerial combat can kill; guns were created specifically for killing!

Since everything was created for the purpose of killing, could what he comprehended in aerial combat—the Wu—also apply to guns?

ps: It's Saturday. Following the old rule, there will be another update Sunday into Monday morning, and I'll continue to boost the star ratings. Hopefully, I can maintain this habit of getting star boosts, haha. Those with tickets between Sunday and early Monday morning, remember to save them for me! And friends waking up on Monday morning, give me your tickets too. Heh, get me the recommendation tickets today as well, haha.