Noah sneered but didn't utter a word, as in his eyes, there was no need to argue with such an insignificant role. Making a scene in front of so many people was disgraceful, and winning the game through competence was preferable.

Noah waved his hand and said, " Stop talking nonsense. Let's meet up at the range!” Noah winked at his bodyguard.

Noah's bodyguard was from Atharians, with a height of over 6 feet and a muscled build.

There was a long table situated at the forefront of the shooting range, on which was placed an array of firearms. Noah's bodyguard stepped forward, picked one pistol up, and aimed at the target positioned 300 feet away. He fired ten consecutive shots with precision accuracy, each bullet striking its intended mark!

It was a brilliant skill to shoot rapidly with a pistol from a distance of 300 feet.

Witnessing the exceptional marksmanship of his bodyguard, Noah wore a satisfied grin. After all, he had invested a substantial amount to secure his services.

Seeing the performance of Noah's bodyguard, the other scions exchanged glances with one another. They had engaged in numerous similar competitions before, and this man's display was truly exceptional and their own bodyguards were no match for him. It seemed evident that Noah had invested a great deal of effort into this endeavor.

But it could be rationalized since Noah's pursuit of Judith was widely known. After spending many years abroad, Judith's return would undoubtedly incite Noah to showcase his abilities.

After putting down the pistol, the bodyguard from Atharians approached Noah and positioned himself behind him.

With a sarcastic grin, Noah gave General Marcusa look and ridiculed, " How about now? Do you want a try? If you have no experience with firearms, I can arrange a tutorial for you?” General Marcus returned him a disdainful smile and asked in reply," To stand there and shoot, is it difficult?” " Is it difficult?" Noah was taken ab ack for a moment as if he had heard a witty remark.

These scions knew more or less about shooting like they had some knowledge of cars that they were into.

Noah sneered at Robert, " Robert, please pick someone professional as your underling. Even if he's not a sharpshooter, he should at least have some theoretical knowledge on the subject. This guy knows nothing about the shooting. He even asked me if it was difficult to shoot in succession from a distance of 300 feet with one hand. If he can do it, I' ll eat the shell case on the spot!" " It's weird. There is nothing to show off about this simple thing," remarked General Marcus as he advanced toward the table and retrieved a firearm.

A smirk adorned Noah's countenance, as he was well aware of General Marcus' situation. Something that seemed simple to a layman would in fact take him an extensive period to scratch the ways of doing things.

Just for single- handed shooting, the weight of the gun was burdensome at first. Thus the arm would bear the weight while maintaining stability during the process of straightening. Moreover, with an aiming time of only 3 seconds and a distance of 300 feet, even slight tremors in the arm can result in at least ten times the gap between target and bullet. Furthermore, recoil occurred with every trigger pull. To master these things, experience, breathing, and strength were all indispensable.

Noah was waiting for the man in front of him to embarrass himself.

General Marcus gave a glance at the firearms on the table, and he could tell at once which one was suitable for alley fighting and which one for long- distance battles based on his experience.

General Marcus was able to amass a formidable force in South Africino due to his extensive experience with firearms, surpassing that of the average person's familiarity with cutlery!

General Marcus picked up a gun casually and aimed at the target in the distance. He shot ten rounds of bullets with precision, depleting the magazine.

Bang! Bang!

Ten shots were all in the bull's eye!

" It's a piece of cake." General Marcus tossed the gun aside and shrugged.