Douluo Continent: Starting by nuking Shrek Academy

She was certain that if she were facing Yuan Lang, she would not have been able to dodge that attack either.

The projectile was too fast; she still didn't know what kind of projectile Yuan Lang had fired from his pistol.

"Just who is this Yuan Lang? How could he injure Tang San without using his martial soul?!"

Ning Rongrong looked at Yuan Lang, her eyes full of curiosity.

As the pride of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, what new things haven't she seen?

However, Yuan Lang's hidden weapon was as loud as thunder and as fast as lightning. It was clearly something that no villager could make. No, even their Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School couldn't make it.

Who is he?

"Such a fast firing speed, such amazing accuracy, such a terrifying hidden weapon! I couldn't even see the hidden weapon flying out. Terrifying, absolutely terrifying! If that shot had been aimed at me, could I have dodged it?"

Not to mention the students, even Dean Flander was stunned.

He looked at Yuan Lang with a shocked expression.

He was a seasoned Soul Master who had traveled extensively throughout the country, but he had never seen Yuan Lang before.

Such concealed weapons.

Although its power might not be able to break through a Soul Master's powerful defensive skills, its speed alone has already exceeded the limits of what the eye can see.

The fact that even a level 78 Soul Saint like him couldn't see that hidden weapon shows how terrifying it is.

What's even more terrifying is that this thing is instantaneous.

If it were used suddenly in battle, most Soul Masters would probably be shot dead on the spot before they could even use their defensive Soul Skills.

If everyone on this continent had one, most low-level Soul Masters would probably be out of a job!

"What, what is this!? A hidden weapon?"

Xiao Wu stared wide-eyed at the pistol so close to her face, her expression one of utter shock.

She was closest to Yuan Lang and saw him most clearly, but even though she had seen all of Tang San's hidden weapons, she still couldn't tell what kind of hidden weapon it was.

Even more bizarrely, after the weapon was fired, it automatically ejected an empty shell. She couldn't understand how such a small thing could fire such a powerful hidden weapon, actually injuring Tang San, who was known for his hidden weapons.

"No, impossible! How could there be any hidden weapon in this world that could defeat me?"

Tang San stared wide-eyed at the pistol in Yuan Lang's hand, his face filled with shock and disbelief, as if countless thunderclaps were exploding in his mind.

As an orphan adopted by the Tang Clan, he had been an extreme admirer of the Tang Clan's hidden weapons since childhood.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have risked their lives to infiltrate the core of the Tang Sect and steal its secret manual.

It can be said that he has mastered all the core hidden weapons of the Tang Clan.

Before leaving, he even left behind the Tang Clan's supreme hidden weapon, the Buddha's Wrath Tang Lotus.

If there's anyone in the world who knows the most about hidden weapons, he'd be second to none.

However, what he had always been proud of turned out to be so worthless in Yuan Lang's hands.

This directly shattered his long-held beliefs.

"Hehe, you just have a narrow perspective. There are many more powerful weapons out there."

Yuan Lang said with a cold and disdainful expression.

What do you mean, "How could there possibly be a hidden weapon in this world that could defeat you?"

Are Tang Clan's hidden weapons really that amazing?

If modern weapons can't beat your primitive weapons, then all those centuries of industrial revolution technology have been for nothing.

Just because you haven't seen it yourself doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

This is just the pistol he carries with him. If Tang San were to see the rifles, sniper rifles, grenades, and other combat equipment that came with him from his time travel, he would probably be completely dumbfounded!

"Brother, are you alright?"

Once she realized what was happening, Xiao Wu disregarded Yuan Lang and immediately rushed towards Tang San, asking him with concern.

“Crack, crack~”

Tang San's strongest beliefs were shattered one after another, and he was starting to go a little crazy.

He didn't even answer the question posed by Xiao Wu, whom he claimed to care about the most.

Instead, they disassembled the damaged crossbow.

He suddenly looked up at Yuan Lang and asked, "What kind of hidden weapon is that?"

He couldn't accept that the Tang Clan, which he considered sacred and invincible, was inferior to Yuan Lang, a country boy, in terms of hidden weapons.

"Shu~"

The moment Tang San uttered those words, everyone present turned their gaze toward Yuan Lang.

Whether it was Dai Mubai, Zhu Zhuqing, Oscar, Ning Rongrong, or Ma Hongjun, they all looked on with curiosity.

Everyone wanted to know what kind of hidden weapon Yuan Lang was using that was so terrifying.

Even Dean Flander looked at Yuan Lang with curiosity.

"The Type 92 automatic pistol is the standard combat equipment for special forces personnel. It has a kill range of 50 meters and can penetrate steel plates within 50 meters. The cavity effect created by the bullet entering the human body is 2.5 times that of the Para bullet."

Yuan Lang did not hide anything and spoke frankly.

Anyway, no one in this world can understand him. If there really is a fellow countryman who has traveled through time, that would be even better. He feels lonely right now and they can discuss the way home together.

Chapter 8 Tang San's Survival Instinct is Full

"Huh! The Type 92 pistol? So there were many versions of this thing before?"

Upon hearing Yuan Lang's words, Tang San felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and his heart was filled with turmoil.

The Tang Clan's hidden weapons are very powerful, but they rarely undergo iteration.

And the pistol that Yuan Lang casually pulled out was the product of multiple iterations. What kind of sect does this guy belong to? Are all the people in it devils?

"Holy crap! Holy crap! This is standard combat equipment for special forces and other combat personnel! Which country is using this?!"

Upon hearing Yuan Lang's words, Dai Mubai was so frightened that his back was covered in cold sweat.

You should know that there are only two empires on this continent.

One is the Star Luo Empire where he was born, and the other is the Heaven Dou Empire.

At most, there are just a few Spirit Halls in the middle.

Although this weapon is powerful, it can still be defended against if a powerful Soul Master activates a defensive Martial Soul or wears heavy armor.

What's terrifying is that this isn't an isolated case, but rather standard equipment.

In other words, the kind where everyone has one.

For ordinary soldiers, it was practically a game-changer.

As the third prince of the Star Luo Empire, he couldn't possibly be unaware of this weapon if the Star Luo Empire possessed it.

Therefore, this could absolutely not be a weapon used by the Star Luo Empire's army.

Could it be equipment from our rival, the Heavenly Dou Empire?

If that's the case, then their Star Luo Empire is in danger.

But thinking about it, it doesn't make sense!

If the Heavenly Dou Empire truly possessed such equipment, it would have launched an attack on them long ago, instead of remaining locked in a stalemate with the Star Luo Empire.

Could it be a product of the Spirit Hall?

That’s not right either!

He had never heard of the Spirit Hall possessing weapons like pistols.

Could it be that some other force on this continent is equipped with such a weapon?

The thought of a powerful yet unknown force hidden among the major powers is terrifying.

What kind of organization does Yuan Lang belong to?

"If I understand correctly, 'standard equipment' means that every combatant has one!"

Ma Hongjun said dreamily.

"Gulp! This thing is so powerful that if everyone had one? And ordinary people could use it without needing a martial spirit? That's just ridiculous!"

Oscar swallowed hard, his face filled with disbelief.

He had already witnessed the lethality of that pistol.

If an ordinary person can use this to suppress a Soul Master below level 30, then the Soul Master is practically worthless.

One for everyone!

This is crazy!

This is trying to drag down all Soul Masters below the Soul Venerable level and treat them like dogs!

This is outrageous.

"Wow~ If everyone in our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School had a Type 92 pistol as their support martial soul, oh my god! Just thinking about it makes me excited!"

No, I have to find a way to introduce him to Dad; they'll be so happy to know.

Ning Rongrong looked at Yuan Lang with admiration in her eyes, wishing she could rush up to him immediately and invite him to their Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Once this miraculous pistol is equipped by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, their weakness will be addressed, and probably few forces in the world will dare to provoke them.

Thinking about it makes me excited.

"Just who is this kid? How come he can produce such a powerful weapon? Judging from his tone, it seems to be just an ordinary weapon. Could it be that..."

Are there weapons more powerful than pistols?

"No, it seems we can't skimp on the wages. We'll have to find a way to give them more."

Dean Flander's gaze towards Yuan Lang changed completely.

They were very wary of the power behind Yuan Lang.