Chapter 1118

In the past, the folks who made it into the medical base were mainly from M country and a bunch of medical organizations. These were places known for their fighting spirit. Everyone there, men and women alike, were tough as nails. Not like the Austenberg crowd, with Ronald was a bit on edge; for his first class, he hadn't really planned on teaching Luiz and the crew much. His main goal was to check out what they were made of. So, Ronald had them bring in a sniper rifle. "Here's the K-215 model sniper rifle. Your job is to hit the

their slender arms and legs, all fair-skinned and delicate, like little flowers.

bullseye on a target twenty meters away. A perfect score is ten rings."

Pretty basic stuff, really. Back in the day, Ronald would've had rookies shooting at moving targets from the get-go. But knowing Austenberg's strict gun laws, where regular folks rarely get to handle a firearm, unlike in M country, where everyone practically grows up with a gun in hand, he cut them some slack.

Even with lowered expectations, Luiz and his buddies still managed to let him down. Ronald had the boys go first, and after ten of them had taken their shots, he wasn't impressed. The best score was a measly 9.1 rings. Someone even completely missed the target. The square was packed during class time, and when folks saw this, laughter erupted.

"Haha, can you believe people can be this bad at shooting?"

"Think they'd cry if I punched them?"

geniuses Austenberg has to

"Trash! Trash! Westerners!"

"The Westerners are rubbish!"

as they gripped their rifles. Selene was seething; nobody likes their homeland getting dragged through the mud! Flora's face turned icy, her stare growing colder

real laugh," Tina said, tears of laughter streaming down her face. "With skills like that, they think

mockery.

Ronald's powerful voice cut through the noise, quieting

You're

with your lack of skills," Ronald said, his gaze sweeping over Luiz and company, his expression as stern as ever if you had any talent, you wouldn't be laughed at

mean by talent? This thing?" Flora's voice was

He wasn't

Flora's attitude. What did she mean by

the art

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