Ling Xiu wanted to refute: "This is not simple."
But when he remembered Lin Xinghai's performance in the first level, he could only retreat silently.
As the countdown ends, the second level officially begins.
Whoosh!
When the first tennis ball was shot out, Lin Xinghai's expression on his face was slightly surprised.
Because this tennis ball has shrunk by nearly half and has become the size of an egg.
The tennis ball was reduced by half, which doubled the difficulty of the second level.
And what changes are not just the size of tennis.
All the tennis balls before popped up from the same shooting port.
But now, tennis balls appear randomly from the 300 shooting ports at the top.
"It's interesting." Lin Xinghai muttered in his heart.
At the same time, he finally understood why he could rank in the top 100 by 56% of the second level.
Compared to the first level, the difficulty is really exaggerated.
Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!
Lin Xinghai kept pulling the flight, which for him, at the beginning, could have brought him a little surprise.
But after quickly adapting, with the marksmanship he mastered, the second level and the first level were actually not very different.
The biggest difference may be that he passes the level faster.
Because of the second level, the frequency of the tennis ball shooting was shortened to one second.
Moreover, not only the frequency has increased, but the rate of fire has also increased. The time when the tennis ball appears from the shooting port to the ground has also been shortened to 1 second.
So just 50 seconds later, Lin Xinghai entered the middle of the bullet change time.
"So awesome!"
"Brother Lin is mighty!"
Everyone was complimenting against time.
Now they no longer consider whether Lin Xinghai can enter the top 100. Instead, they change it to guess what ranking Lin Xinghai will eventually reach?
After changing the magazine, Lin Xinghai also took the time to take a look at the screen. His ranking had reached 156.
Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!
When the 5-second bullet change time ends, Lin Xinghai seamlessly switches to shooting mode.
After another 50 seconds, Lin Xinghai passed the level with zero mistakes again.
The next moment, even Ling Xiu couldn't help but run over to flatter him.
As for what your skin is, this moment is no longer important.
After all, no matter how thick-skinned he is, he 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. You are the best mercenary I have ever seen."
Zhuang Qiao: "Yes! I have also seen many mercenaries who challenged the shooting list and entered the top 100, but I have never seen them, as easy as Mr. Lin."
Zhang Meiling: "Brother Lin, I'll give you another massage. I'll definitely pass the third level without any mistakes later."
Huang Nuo: "Brother Lin, you are probably going to become famous in one battle. After today, there will definitely be many mercenaries to win over you."
As for Yao Cheng, who is usually silent, he is not good at this kind of compliment and doesn't know what to say for a while.
Finally, he said, "Can you become the number one?"
As soon as these words came out, the few people who were originally preparing to support the actors in the field were instantly lost. How could they answer these words?
And it’s not just them, Lin Xinghai is not easy to answer!
Saying that doesn't work, wouldn't it be a loss of face?
If you say yes, if you can't become the first in the end, wouldn't it be even more embarrassing?
"If you can't speak, go aside." Huang Nuo couldn't help but scold, then looked at Lin Xinghai and said with a smile: "Brother Lin, my brother is like this, you..."
"It's okay!" Lin Xinghai waved his hand, and then asked with interest: "What level is the first in the ranking list?"
Ling Xiu and the others didn't know the answer to this question, so they all turned their attention to Zhuang Qiao.
After recalling it, Zhuang Qiao said, "Level 5, progress: 76%.
Lin Xinghai couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly when he heard this.
This shooting challenge, the difficulty between the first and second levels, is not increased by a little bit.
If the increase in each level is so terrifying, then the opponent can reach the fifth level and the shooting skills will be really amazing.
"Interesting." Lin Xinghai's eyes finally became serious.
He said, took a sip of orange juice, and after moving his wrist, he said, "Let's start the third level!"
Zhuang Qiao's mouth moved, but when she saw the serious expression on Lin Xinghai's face, she did not dare to persuade her in the end. She nodded and then started the third level program.
As the countdown began, Lin Xinghai also adjusted his status and welcomed new changes in the level.
Whoosh!
A tennis ball flew out, and it turned out to be smaller than Lin Xinghai expected.
Only the size of a table tennis ball.
As tennis balls flew out, Lin Xinghai quickly discovered that the biggest difficulty in this third level was not that tennis balls were reduced.
Instead, the rhythm will be disrupted.
In the second level, whether it is the speed of speed or flying out of different shooting ports, the frequency of the ball is unchanged, and the rate of fire remains unchanged.
But at this time, both of them are changing irregularly.
Sometimes the interval between two balls is less than 1 second, but sometimes it will be extended to 2 seconds.
And the rate of firing is completely different, some are fast and some are slow.
There may even be cases where the tennis ball behind falls faster than the tennis ball in front.
In this kind of irregular shot, even Lin Xinghai had to concentrate on dealing with every tennis ball, and could no longer be as careless as before.
call!
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 his ranking had risen to 28th.
The few people waiting aside immediately flattered.
But Lin Xinghai was no longer in the mood to listen. He just asked Zhang Meiling to massage her arms, and then closed her eyes and rested.
Seeing this, the rest of the people obediently closed their mouths. The training ground was silent for a moment, but the eyes of several people were all hot.
They all have a strong premonition that they may be able to witness the birth of a sharpshooter today.
This time, Lin Xinghai did not start early, but used up all the 10-minute rest time. When the countdown began, he opened his eyes.
He glanced at the light screen next to him, and the progress bar of the fourth level was indeed refreshed.
When the progress bar is 38%, the 10th place is marked in red font.
His eyes continued to move, and at the 98% progress bar, he saw the words "No. 4".
"There are only three people. Have you passed this fourth level?" Lin Xinghai's eyes became more solemn.
Whoosh!
Chapter completed!