What is required to practice arc ballistics is not rationality, not calculation, not superb gun grasp, but something simpler - feeling.

It's like a batsman hitting a home run, it's like a midfielder shooting directly, it's like a super long shot from his own basket, it's no longer a technical issue, it's like the depiction of the moment when the artist's inspiration flows, it's like a brilliant discovery of a flash of electric light, it's like a masterpiece obtained by a literati's masterpiece. No matter how you imitate, analyze, and compare, and want to write something similar again, it's just a picture of the cat and a picture. Even the author himself may not be able to reproduce the peak inspiration at that moment.

Feng Xue lacks this passion, and he cannot find this feeling. Even if he relies on alchemy to stimulate the excitatory nerves or simply stimulate the secretion of dopamine directly. Human emotions are not simply hormone effects. Although they are mysterious, they do have "human hearts" that cannot be explained by science.

Maybe it’s rare to see Feng Xue so clueless. Fox, who has been cursed by Feng Xue’s performance in his studies these days, felt inexplicably disappointed.

So, in the evening, she found Feng Xue.

Although Fox does not conform to Feng Xue's aesthetic view, as a beauty in the normal sense, he will not resist if he rolls the sheets once, but...

"Follow me." Fox waved his hand, and a helpless look suddenly appeared on Feng Xue's face. Every time Fox said this, it means he had to undergo a new training. Now he has knives, guns, and bare hands. What is next?

The answer is simple - jumping into the train.

Jumped down from the ten-meter-high castle. At that moment, Feng Xue's heartbeat accelerated, and then he slapped heavily on the train.

Feeling the strong wind blowing towards him, feeling the trembling under his feet, and listening to the clanging sound of the train running in his ears, Feng Xue suddenly realized that even if he had a corpse, if he fell into a car at this time, he would be crushed into meat paste by the forward truck. Whether it was alchemy, alchemy, or other power, it was not enough to resist the power of such an inestimable heavyweight vehicle.

His heart was beating violently.

It was not because of fear or tension, but because he was excited.

Unlike killing the reincarnation person, teasing Sako, and inviting a room with a beauty, it is a new sense of excitement and a new pleasure.

He realized the feeling of wandering on the line of life and death, dancing with the girl Death on the tip of the knife, and then there was a strong sense of satisfaction, which was a spiritual satisfaction that could not be comparable even if he directly created a large amount of dopamine.

"I like this feeling." Feng Xue followed Fox on the train, and from time to time he lowered his body to avoid the obstacle that could break the tendon that he had touched.

A strong sense of pleasure hit his brain, his nerves, his soul, he was joy, he was laughing wildly, he was enjoying the fact that he was still alive.

He felt like he could do anything.

So, he really did it.

There is no need to consider scientific principles, and there is no need to consider whether it is scientific principles. When holding a gun, he only needs to consider the target behind the pork that he wants to hit, and then shake the weapon according to his own feelings.

The bullet was activated and the muzzle was swung. The engraved bullet drew a beautiful arc in the air, bypassing the pork and hitting the bull's eye.

Feng Xue felt pleasure, realized pleasure, and then put it into his own feelings, which made him always do everything in the next training. Compared to the arc ballistic trajectory that relies on feelings, the simple and agile training that simply tests the agility is not so difficult.

...

"Come on, boy! I heard that you have made great progress recently!" The butcher gestured with Feng Xue with two sharpening rods, but Feng Xue's hand was a fruit knife.

"Boy, don't be afraid! stab me!" The butcher held the knife flower with a sharpening rod, with a tone of mockery. Sloan told him that the kid has been walking a little smoothly recently, and he was worried that he was too dependent on his talent and needed to suppress it a little. However, it seems that this kid's eyes are not just outstanding in talent!

The butcher waved the sharpening rod, but Feng Xue just held the knife and met him. He suddenly felt that there was nothing to learn. The butcher's cold weapon was used to reach the pinnacle. With the dynamic vision bonus, it could even easily cut off the approaching bullets, but so what?

The small fruit knife in Feng Xue's hand was like a giant pillar that could hold the sky. With just a subtle provocation, it could accurately hit the butcher's hardest to use force.

At this moment, the understanding of the circle was unfolded by Feng Xue. A knife was made by Feng Xue flawless. The blade was only five centimeters long and its power was only 47 (it was still a little worse than ordinary people without thinking), but the butcher's two sharpening rods that were nearly forty centimeters were unable to break through his defense, and he was even forced to return to defense repeatedly by the short knife.

As he continued to move forward, Feng Xue suddenly felt that the knife seemed to have become a part of his body. He had forgotten how to use the knife. How long is the blade there? As long as he had the consciousness of blocking like he reached out to grab something, the knife would appear in the most suitable place to attack.

All of this is so coordinated, so simple, so simple that it is as natural as breathing.

Then, Feng Xue's own closed sperm hole suddenly opened involuntarily, and a large amount of lyricism began to surge out, and then Feng Xue fainted.

It was not the old-fashioned awakening of power, but the loss of consciousness arising from the gushing of mind power, which made the butcher who grasped the flaws knocked him on his head with a stick.

When he woke up in the recovery pool again, Feng Xue could only sigh speechlessly.

He obviously restrained his mind power and closed the sperm hole, but in this just one week, Feng Xue realized the meaning of some weapons. In combination with the intuition and sensitivity to weapons brought about by the adrenaline surge, one of the conscious ability that is not known to be assigned to the operating system, the realization system or the strengthening system was born.

It is not a talent that uses memory, but his own talent. While as a trait system, he has the ability to practice 80% of the operations and possesses the talent of the two systems. The training of weapons during this period seems to have shaped the birth of this conscious ability.

As for ability, it is very simple, it is just a simple strengthening weapon. Any weapon, or item that can be used as a weapon, will be transformed into the state that is most suitable for him to use after being injected into his psychic ability. The size of the sword blade and the handle will be fine-tuned with his hand shape, the sharpness of the knife, and the recoil of the gun will be adjusted to the level that he can withstand, and even the power of gunpowder in the bullet will change with his bearing capacity.

In other words, as long as his body has strong bearing capacity and enough lyricism, he can shoot a 7mm-caliber bullet at sub-light speed. Of course, kinetic energy weapons can only have the power of kinetic energy weapons, and cold weapons will only have the power of cold weapons. Even if they are so sharp that they can cut molecular bonds, they are still a cold weapon.
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