bookrandom Chapter 27 Let the Bullets Fly
Chapter 27 Let the Bullets Fly
Nottingham College, Dormitory 7.
Yu Xiaogang put the book on the table, walked up to Tang San, and looked at him with a serious expression.
"So, you see, mistress, those hidden weapons are definitely usable."
He patted Tang San on the shoulder and sighed.
"But you must remember, the essence of concealed weapons lies in the word 'concealed.' You must strike when your opponent is off guard, killing them instantly. If someone sees through it on the spot, what kind of concealed weapon is it? That's just embarrassing."
He rarely showed a bitter smile.
"That Li Fulan today, his methods were a bit crude, but what he said wasn't entirely unreasonable. Your timing for using that hidden blade was terrible, and your movements weren't swift enough. Next time you use it, you have to do it completely undetected, understand?"
Tang San lowered his head, his lips pressed tightly together.
"Master, I know I was wrong."
His voice was muffled, carrying a hint of resentment.
"But that Li Fulan, he's definitely not an ordinary person. His understanding of Tang Clan's hidden weapons is deeper than mine. And the way he looked at me..."
Tang San paused, his brows furrowed deeply.
"It's like watching prey."
Upon hearing this, Yu Xiaogang's face darkened.
"I know. That person is indeed not simple. But you're still too weak right now; you can't go head-to-head with him. Bear with it for now. Once you get your first spirit ring and have the ability to protect yourself, then we'll..."
He hadn't finished speaking yet.
Tang San's body stiffened abruptly.
He felt as if the hairs on the back of his body had been pricked by something, and they all stood up in an instant.
It was an instinctive alertness ingrained in the bones of a Tang Clan assassin.
Someone's watching him!
"Master, danger—"
Tang San almost instinctively lunged at Yu Xiaogang, trying to push him away.
But his movements were still a tiny bit slow.
boom!
A muffled thud came from the window.
The glass shattered on the floor with a loud crash, and air rushed in.
A rapidly spinning metal object pierced through the window, so fast that the eye couldn't keep up, flying straight toward the back of Tang San's head.
Right at this critical juncture.
Inside Tang San's body, something that had been asleep for an unknown amount of time suddenly awoke.
An incredibly domineering power surged from the depths of his dantian, condensing behind him into a blurry, black-gold glowing giant hammer phantom.
That's the Haotian Hammer.
It was the bloodline inheritance left to him by his father, whom he had never met.
At this critical moment of life and death, this top-tier martial soul activated its self-protection mechanism.
Ding!
A crisp sound.
The bullet, capable of piercing a steel plate, was deflected by the phantom of the Haotian Hammer and embedded itself crookedly into the wall.
Tang San stared wide-eyed at the dissipating black-gold light behind him in disbelief.
"This is……"
But he didn't have time to be shocked.
Because the second bullet arrived.
This time, the target is Yu Xiaogang.
"Get out of the way, you mistress!"
Although Yu Xiaogang's soul power wasn't great, he was still a seasoned veteran who had roamed the continent and seen many great things. He immediately figured out where the attack was coming from and stepped in front of Tang San without hesitation.
"Luo Sanpao!"
A loud shout.
A purple light rose from behind him.
That was his useless martial spirit that had made him lose face for half his life, but had also been with him for half his life—Luo Sanpao.
A strangely shaped, four-legged monster with three cannon barrels on its head—it was hard to tell if it was a dog, a pig, or a dragon—appeared in front of Yu Xiaogang.
Yu Xiaogang thought to himself, "I am a level 29 Great Soul Master after all. Although Luo Sanpao is useless, he should be able to block an unknown attack without any problem, right?"
He was wrong.
puff!
A soft sound.
The 12.7 mm diameter armor-piercing projectile pierced through Luo Sanpao's pitiful afterimage as easily as cutting tofu.
Then, with the remaining force, he slammed into Yu Xiaogang's chest.
"cough--"
Yu Xiaogang's body trembled, and a mouthful of blood spurted from the corner of his mouth.
The bullet had lost most of its force to Luo Sanpao and didn't penetrate him, but the huge impact still sent him flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing into the bookshelf behind him with a thud.
"master--"
Tang San was terrified and rushed over to support Yu Xiaogang, who was already half-conscious.
Blood kept gushing from Yu Xiaogang's chest and the corners of his mouth.
Tang San's eyes immediately reddened.
My mind went blank, and only one thought remained: The master is dying, the master is dying!
Just then.
An indescribable, terrifying pressure, as if the heavens and earth were trembling, suddenly descended from the western horizon.
The air in the entire Notting Academy, no, the entire city of Notting, seemed to freeze at that moment.
Everyone, whether they were students eating, teachers on patrol, or ordinary people strolling around the city, felt a tremor from the depths of their souls and couldn't help but look up at the sky.
They saw a scene they would never forget for the rest of their lives.
Dark clouds rolled in the sky, accompanied by lightning and thunder.
A gigantic, black, phantom hammer is slowly taking shape in the clouds.
The hammer phantom was a hundred feet in size, exuding a domineering aura that could destroy the world. It felt like the entire city would be reduced to dust if it were to fall.
As the giant hammer appeared, an aged voice, filled with boundless rage, boomed across the heavens and earth like thunder:
Who hurt my son?
Five words, each word like a mountain, pressing heavily on everyone's hearts.
Li Fulan.
The top floor of the abandoned clock tower.
He lay prone behind the parapet, his pupils shrunken to the size of pinholes, and the color draining from his face visibly.
The sniper rifle in my hand had slipped from my grasp at some point.
He witnessed firsthand how the first bullet was deflected by a mysterious force.
I also witnessed firsthand how the second bullet pierced Yu Xiaogang's martial soul.
But what he saw even more clearly was—
That giant hammer in the sky that can destroy everything.
And that sound could scare a person out of their wits.
Tang Hao.
The man known as "Haotian Douluo".
That peerless powerhouse who could subdue the Pope of the Spirit Hall, Qian Xunji, with a single hand.
That terrifying being that was supposed to appear six years later.
he came!
"Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap, holy crap—"
Li Fulan no longer cared about sniping or anything like that.
He jumped up from the ground, frantically pulled the pale blue sleeping pill from his pocket, shoved it into his mouth, chewed it, and swallowed it.
buzzing-
At the same time, before the three drones in the sky could react, they were crushed into dust by the terrifying pressure that descended from the sky, turning into specks of metal that drifted in the wind.
Li Fulan felt an invisible force locking onto her.
That was the "gaze" of the giant hammer in the sky.
"Hurry, hurry, hurry—"
He desperately tried to activate the drug components in his body, feeling his consciousness rapidly fading.
Just a moment before the force that had locked onto him was about to turn into a real attack.
Li Fulan's consciousness successfully escaped back to the real world.
Over Notting College.
Tang Hao's aged and majestic figure finally emerged from the clouds.
His short, gray hair stood up like steel needles, and his face was as sharp as if carved by a knife and axe, exuding an aura of domineering arrogance.
His gaze, like two sharp swords, swept across the entire academy, finally settling on the direction of the abandoned clock tower.
"They ran away?"
Tang Hao's voice was icy, carrying a hint of regret and a deeper killing intent.
"No matter who you are, if you dare to touch my son, I, Tang Hao, will tear you to pieces."