Douluo 2: I transmigrated as Huo Yuhao's own sister

Chapter 707 Soulmate
A dense torrent of "bullets" tore through the air.

Unlike modern cannons that shoot out at high speed from six barrels, these were not conventional iron projectiles.

Tang Clan-style concealed weapons are mostly multi-capacity objects.

Perhaps influenced by the hidden weapons of the Tang Clan, Huo Yunche always liked to use multiple approaches when developing various types of "gun-like" soul tools.

Yes, it's a multi-pronged approach, both literally and figuratively.

The six cannon barrels were increased to thirty-six.

As the weight increased, a core magic array for weight reduction was inscribed on it.

Mechanical mechanisms are often used instead of mechanical joints at the joints.

In addition, rare metals with a high affinity for other metals (up to 90%) were deliberately used.

The overall design actually avoids the bulkiness of a large machine gun and instead has a more compact and cute look.

Especially.
Huo Yunche smiled slightly.

The torrent of "bullets" that filled the sky emitted a faint chill the moment they left the muzzle.

The pale blue light was not as fiery and magnificent as the fire dragon, but the thousands upon thousands of bullets that were truly tempered by the combination of soul power and the core of various formations, and then continuously fired through multiple mechanisms, instantly overwhelmed the bright fire dragon.

"Om-"

It wasn't the loud roar of the two colliding.

Instead, it was a dull echo that pierced deep into the eardrums and reverberated in the center of the brain.

Fine cracks appeared in the space.

The cold air and flames intertwined to form the shape of a roaring dragon.

finally--

With a "thud," it fell onto the competition platform.

Number 398's eyes were wide open, their pupils bright and clear.

He even forgot that it was a competition and headed straight for the "dragon sculpture". Halfway there, he felt a little disgusted by the weight in his hand and stuffed the soul tool into the hands of the referee who came to remind him that the competition was not over yet.

Then he left with a brief "I give up" and walked away in two quick steps.

He crouched down with a "whoosh."

"Pure soul power bullet? No metal guidance, and it's ice attribute, could it be an attribute-type array? Is this compressed soul power? No, this soul power doesn't seem to have an owner, it's more like it's borrowed from the source power of heaven and earth."

“I did indeed inscribe attribute-type runes on the soul tool.”

Accompanying the half-appreciative affirmation was a finely crafted soul-guided Gatling gun that suddenly appeared in front of Number 398.

Number 398 did not take it directly with his hands, but instead used his mental power. The more he explored, the brighter the light in his eyes became.

"So that's how it is," he murmured to himself.

"Aside from the weight-reducing runes, there are only seven pure attribute runes. The ingenious use of the mechanism replaces all the other core formations required, reducing the burden while also calibrating the accuracy of each direction. What an amazing design! I didn't lose unjustly; your soul tool is far superior to mine."

He touched the surface of the soul-guided Gatling gun with fascination, lingering over the seven attribute engravings on its surface. After a while, he finally let out a soft breath and reluctantly handed the soul-guided Gatling gun back to Huo Yunche.

But the master's casual remark left them frozen in place.

"Good things should be given to kindred spirits."

Huo Yunche smiled and spoke, his fingertips slightly cupped, gently pressing against the soul-guided Gatling gun, pushing the soul-guided device back to number 398.

"Give it to me?" Number 398 looked up blankly, and when she met the pair of sincere and warm eyes on the dark face, a blush suddenly spread across her entire face. "No, no, no, I'm sorry!"

"I...I...I shouldn't have explored the soul tool you made without your permission! And I shouldn't have arbitrarily judged and dismantled your unique manufacturing methods!" The boy gripped the soul tool Gatling gun tightly, bowing repeatedly, almost burying his head in the ground. He looked like a boiled mantis shrimp.

"Pfft-"

Huo Yunche was amused; so that's his personality.

Her smile held a hint of slyness as she lightly took a step forward.

The boy visibly flinched.

Are we going to get beaten up?
It was his fault, and he deserves some punishment!

He tightened his grip on the Gatling gun, then mustered all his courage to hold the device even closer before closing his eyes tightly.

The next instant, a warm hand gently landed.

Number 398's back trembled slightly, and then he felt a hand patting his head lightly.

?

He opened his eyes blankly, his wet puppy eyes filled with confusion.

"Weren't you going to punish me?"

"Why punish?" Huo Yunche leaned forward slightly, his curled wolf tail playfully emerging from his black robe, the silvery ends swaying so much that Number 398 was slightly dazed.

"To be honest, it's my own fault. I didn't put away the soul tool in time, and I didn't stop you from exploring."

"Or...like this?"

Huo Yunche bent his knuckles, removed the black mask from his face, and quickly and forcefully tapped the foreheads of both of them.

"Now we're even!"

The tone was languid.

In reality, it hurts so much that the body is deformed and elongated.

"hiss--"

Number 398 grimaced and instinctively tried to cover his forehead with his hand, but because he was holding a Gatling gun in his arms, he could only scrunch up his face after a few fumbling movements, attempting to relieve the pain with the wrinkles on his forehead.

"Alright, after so many soul tool competitions today, it's finally over."

Huo Yunche straightened up and stretched, winked at number 398, then reached out and covered her face with a tattered black mask.

"High mountains and flowing water meet a kindred spirit."

"This Gatling gun is yours—"

"They're gone—"

"Until we meet again—"

She turned around and waved as a greeting, and in a few leaps, her figure disappeared into the crowd.

He only let out a few low muttered murmurs: "This damn competition is exhausting! When I get back to the sect, I'll definitely get Sect Master Tang to grant me a proper rest!"

Number 398 was stunned and came back to his senses.

The hand gripping the soul tool tightened even more.

Number 46.

"A kindred spirit?"

"Master Tang"