[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times":3,"chapter-the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-159":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","The Fiercest Man in the End Times",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2319397,4536,"Chapter 159: Stable!!","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-159",159,"\u003Cp>Ten rings is ten rings—there’s no such thing as “nine point five”! You’re just…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gangzi’s face looked like he’d swallowed a fly—disgusted beyond words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine, fine, ten rings it is—better than nine point five, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, what are you doing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the target, Gangzi hurried to stop Zhang Su from pulling out the crossbow bolt lodged in the ten-ring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m pulling it out—otherwise, if I hit the bullseye again, this bolt’ll block it. Besides, I’m reclaiming these bolts…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su stared at Gangzi, puzzled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hit it again…” Gangzi felt a wave of nausea: “Alright, pull it. Take this one too—cheap bastard.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned, yanked the bolt from Xiao Liu’s target, and shoved it into Zhang Su’s hands. Since the man mentioned reclaiming them, he didn’t argue further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time they returned to the shooting range, Xiao Liu was ready—more focused than before. He was already half a ring behind; the outcome was no longer in his hands. He couldn’t afford a single mistake, and he had to pray the other side missed—or he’d lose for sure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh. Thwack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su pointed at the target. “If I hadn’t pulled that bolt out, wouldn’t it have destroyed my bolt just now? And two at once!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shhh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pulled the trigger—the bolt shot out, thwack! Right in the bullseye!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He calmed his mind, took a deep breath, raised his arm, aimed, and fired.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Twenty-nine point five is high—but if the other side doesn’t miss, it’s useless!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Got it!” Zhang Su pulled out his radio. “Bozi, Bozi—we’re negotiating. Plan delayed by twenty minutes. Plan delayed by twenty minutes. Acknowledge!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Xiao Liu’s turn again. His psychological pressure was immense; Wu Daqiang used his military methods to ease his nerves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hit!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the cheers, everyone fell silent. They’d almost forgotten—the decisive factor hadn’t been on their side since the first round ended. All eyes turned to Tan Huajun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Big Brother Zhang, heh… the pressure’s killing me.” Tan Huajun gave a “I’m suffering” smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su shrugged. “What pressure? It’s just like sneaking bread—easy. Just do it. We’ve got eight minutes left—if Bozi bursts in, we’re done!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Right! Brother Zhang, why the hell didn’t you tell them to stop the operation? Hurry!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shhh! Thwack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Look!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bolt flew out. The men on Lao Li’s side laughed happily—the bolt had struck the bullseye, embedded in the ten-ring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lao Bing’s mental toughness was impressive—he held firm under pressure. Though not dead center, ten rings was ten rings, no doubt about it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hah!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gangzi’s face flushed red. He stormed toward the target without even arguing with Zhang Su.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Daqiang and the others muttered a quiet cheer—keeping voices low had become second nature to them all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lao Li, hearing Zhang Su’s words, panicked instantly, even swore. He’d completely forgotten about this deal—or maybe he never truly believed Zhang Su would go through with it…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bring back my bolts, thanks!” Zhang Su didn’t bother moving—he stayed at the shooting range.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tan Huajun remained calm, picked up the crossbow, nocked the bolt, aimed, and pulled the trigger…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Received!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The instant reply made Lao Li’s group tense—the other side was always monitoring the radio. They meant business.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, relax—we’re good for our word. Lao Tan, go ahead.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su raised his hand, signaling Tan Huajun to shoot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tan Huajun nodded, said nothing more, lifted the crossbow, tilted his head slightly, and pulled the trigger—casually, as if it were nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shhh! Thwack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All eyes turned to the target. The silence was absolute—because no one could hear Xiao Liu’s heart shatter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good. Didn’t let us down. Big Brother Zhang, here’s your crossbow.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tan Huajun patted his chest, returned the crossbow to Zhang Su, and reclaimed his own. His round face beamed with relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On Zhang Su’s side, faces lit up with quiet joy—guns! Actual guns! The very thing they’d dreamed of—now in hand!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn it! How could this happen!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Liu stomped his foot in furious resentment, his face twisted with disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just half a ring short. You lost because you weren’t familiar with the weapon. If it were a rifle, you’d have crushed it. Lucky for her—accept the loss!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Daqiang comforted him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lucky? Let me tell you—twenty-nine point five was Lao Bing’s limit. Thirty is the target’s limit—not Tan Sister’s! Hmph!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Xinyu seized the chance to snap back at Wu Daqiang: “Why does losing come with excuses, but winning is just luck? What kind of insane logic is that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tan Sister’s raw skill is insane—I admire you so much!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qi Xiaoshuai, the new delivery guy, kept praising her, thumbs-upping repeatedly—genuinely awed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, alright. Winners know how to stay humble.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su slung the crossbow over his shoulder and looked at Lao Li’s constipated face. “Let’s go—no more wasting time. But I’ll say this: Lao Li, you had foresight. Good thing you didn’t bet. Right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did you cheat?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lao Li frowned at Zhang Su, then glanced at Tan Huajun, whose face now radiated relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Saying that undermines your dignity. The event was your choice, the weapon was your choice, the field was yours. We shared one crossbow. How did I cheat? Did I use auto-lock?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su gave Lao Li a sharp side-eye—thinking: Yeah, exactly—auto-lock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lao Li and the soldiers exchanged glances. They couldn’t find a single flaw. It was flawless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No words left. They honored the deal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The group entered the barracks. Seeing the mountain of weapons and the thick smell of oil, they were ecstatic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No anti-tank rockets left?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su walked around the barracks, then looked toward another room. “Are you hiding more stuff somewhere else?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Liu gritted his teeth. “If I’d known you’d come, I’d have hidden it all!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Really gone…” Wu Daqiang shook his head. “In peacetime, military arsenals don’t hold much. We used all Shijifa .”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What about individual radar, night vision goggles—those high-tech items?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“See that storage room over there? Individual radar’s inside. Go dig around—you might find some fragments.” Gangzi pointed out the window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su pinched the bridge of his nose. “Alright. Let’s move the gear…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At his order, everyone began dividing the supplies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching box after box carried away, the soldiers felt their hearts ache.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lao Li’s group didn’t want to help—but feared being robbed on the side. They gritted their teeth and reluctantly lent a hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, forty-one Type 95 automatic rifles, each with five magazines, plus eighty-two grenades and thirty thousand rounds, neatly packed in wooden crates, were stacked against the wall where they’d climbed in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During the move, Zhang Su found other useful items: infantry helmets, tactical belts, gloves, first-aid kits, and more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But no matter how much he pleaded, he got only a few things—even offering food in exchange was flatly refused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it didn’t matter. When Zhang Su saw Pang Dakun busily working in the corner, he knew this was settled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1142,"2026-06-20T15:15:14.526Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","72c5c202540e0c2928b64ccfefda23024c6f5696fe998cb9cc6d97d7a74deb50","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-160","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-158",694,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-cover.jpg"]