Standing in the crowd, although wearing the same cadet uniform as the others, on Shawn Moore it highlighted a kind of radiant brilliance. Her slender waist was like a willow, yet her figure was rather voluptuous—this was the unique beauty of women from the Dunkadan Province.

Beside her, Myron was like a military blade, sharp and imposing, exuding the pressure of a seventh-level Heartforce practitioner.

This pair, standing side by side, made all the other cadets pale in comparison.

Charles Lynn sighed inwardly. He understood why he had been assigned to Group Five. Although all the cadets wanted to get close to Shawn Moore and Myron, when it came to being grouped with them for a marksmanship assessment, everyone avoided it like the plague.

So, the one vacant spot in Group Five naturally fell to him, who hadn’t come to draw a number.

“Don’t be nervous, kid. Just perform as you usually do.” The proctor patted Charles Lynn again, encouraging him.

Charles Lynn shook his head helplessly, took the Group Five badge, and entered the training ground together with Shawn Moore and Myron.

……

The camp’s training ground was huge, with facilities even more complete than the general training grounds in Heartforce City. Such standards were rare in a township-level training camp.

“Group Five, enter.”

A burly middle-aged man stood there, signaling for the three to come over quickly. “Come here first for identity verification.”

He took their badges and scanned them on a nearby device, which immediately displayed their detailed information.

“First one.”

The middle-aged instructor looked up, his originally sharp gaze instantly softening a bit. “Shawn Moore. First, do the stationary target shooting, then the moving target shooting.”

“Okay, Uncle Colin.” Shawn Moore stepped forward to the center of the training ground.

Instructor Colin smiled, clearly pleased with such a form of address from Shawn Moore.

Bang bang bang…

Gunshots rang out, the muzzle flashed with four halos, and the humanoid target’s bullseye was pierced, leaving three bullet holes in a neat “品” shape.

“Stationary target shooting, three hits on the bullseye.” Instructor Colin recorded the result.

No one present was surprised by this result. In this world, marksmanship was a necessary skill.

Unless there was a congenital defect, everyone’s stationary target shooting was nearly at bullseye level.

The real difference showed in the hit rate for moving targets.

“The Mu family from Dunkadan Province…”

Charles Lynn turned to glance at Myron. “If I remember correctly, this noble family isn’t famous for marksmanship, but for their prowess in close combat on the battlefield, as well as advanced heavy artillery techniques.”

Back in third year, Charles Lynn had fought Myron once and still remembered some information about the Mu family.

Thud thud thud…

Around the training ground, beams of light shot out, forming humanoid targets that rapidly ran around Shawn Moore, some near, some far.

Each target moved at the speed of a 100-meter sprint. Dozens of humanoid targets mixed together, making it dazzling to the eye.

“Moving target shooting, begin!” Instructor Colin pressed the timer button.

Whoosh!

Shawn Moore gripped her gun with both hands, her body spinning continuously. Bang bang bang… the muzzle flashed with four halos in quick succession, bullets shooting out toward the moving humanoid targets all around.

Her movements were light and graceful, with an aesthetic beauty that was pleasing to the eye. Charles Lynn’s gaze flickered slightly, realizing that Shawn Moore was using a certain footwork technique, combined with her marksmanship, to improve her moving target hit rate.

Ding!

The countdown ended. Instructor Colin pressed the button again, and lines of data appeared on the device’s light screen for score calculation.

“Shawn Moore, moving target hit rate—61%, [Stellar Core Basic Marksmanship]—Four Halos.”

“What?! The moving target hit rate is only 61%?”

Shawn Moore put away her firearm and walked back. Seeing the score on the screen, her red lips pressed together slightly—clearly dissatisfied with her result.

“What do you mean, only 61%? That’s already an incredible score. You should give the other cadets a chance.”

Instructor Colin smiled as he opened the score sheet. The highest moving target hit rate in previous assessments was only 40%.

Shawn Moore bit her lip, saying nothing more. In the White Arrow Port Security Training Camp, her score would certainly be admired.

However, she wasn’t comparing herself to the cadets here. Compared to the geniuses at Dunkadan Academy and in her own family, a moving target score above 70% was considered excellent.

“Second, Myron.” Instructor Colin looked at the list and called out.

Chapter 11: Score Control

Bang bang bang…

Amid the continuous gunfire and the flashing of four halos, Myron’s assessment quickly ended as well.

“Myron, moving target hit rate—65%, [Stellar Core Basic Marksmanship]—Four Halos.”

Glancing at the score on the screen, Myron holstered his gun and walked back, his face expressionless, making it impossible to tell if he was satisfied with the result.

“Myron, your moving target hit rate hasn’t improved much either. [Stellar Core Basic Marksmanship] is still at the fourth halo. If the head instructor finds out about your score, you’ll get another lecture.” Shawn Moore smiled and said softly.

Seeing Myron’s score, she felt much more balanced inside.