Gao Yang adjusted his breathing to be as smooth as possible and took his position at the shooting stand. Now, all the pressure had fallen on Gao Yang's shoulders: if he hit two out of two, he would win; if he hit only one, it would be a draw; and if he missed both, there was no doubt that he would lose.
Gao Yang had that competitive nature, or rather, a combative one. It was in critical moments that he performed best. He might start off a bit nervous, but when truly faced with pressure, he would only do better.
When the clay pigeon thrower launched two targets, Gao Yang fired his shots. Everything seemed natural, and the result was just as everyone had hoped—both shots were hits.
After Gao Yang put down his gun, the crowd erupted in deafening cheers, especially from Destin, Arthur, and several others who were almost going crazy with excitement. For those who had been previously wronged by Simon, Gao Yang's victory meant they saw the dawn of their revenge.