Foul-Mouthed Ma Hongjun! 100 Shots in 2 Seconds!

Nearby, Righteous Xiao Wu began standing up for Cuihua.

She rebuked him, "Little fatty, are you acting like a hooligan in broad daylight?!"

She shoved Ma Hongjun away and shielded Cuihua behind her.

Ma Hongjun had already been holding back his Evil Fire. Seeing the even prettier Xiao Wu, his eyes lit up!

He could not help but speak flirtatiously.

"What, do you want to take her place and be my girlfriend?"

Tang Lan narrowed his eyes!

This little fatty really had no filter.

He needed a lesson.

"Who wants to be your girlfriend?!" Xiao Wu snapped. "You ugly fatso, you sure know how to dream big!"

"Hm? Who are you calling a fatso?" Ma Hongjun demanded angrily.

"I'm calling you a fatso!" Xiao Wu blurted out.

"Ah, right, right, right." Ma Hongjun grinned. "So the fatso is the one calling me that."

After thinking it over, Xiao Wu caught the wordplay.

She became even more furious!

She immediately summoned her martial soul, three soul rings—yellow, yellow, and purple—pulsing beneath her feet.

Ma Hongjun was startled!

She looked about the same age as him, yet she was already a Three-Ring Soul Elder?

That was absurd!

"Little fatty, prepare to die!"

"Third Soul Skill—Teleport!"

Xiao Wu instantly appeared behind Ma Hongjun, just as she was about to attack.

Boom—

A ring of fiery red flames burst from Ma Hongjun's body.

Xiao Wu was forced to use Teleport again to dodge the flames.

"Girl, let Grandpa show you my phoenix!"

Screech—

With a phoenix cry, blazing flames erupted!

Behind Ma Hongjun, they condensed into a fiery

rooster?

Xiao Wu burst out laughing.

"That's it? A phoenix?"

"Isn't that just a rooster?"

Ma Hongjun glared!

"This is a phoenix!"

"The Evil Fire Phoenix that can keep you from getting out of bed!"

Xiao Wu bristled on the spot when she heard that!

—What girl could tolerate such an insult?

She was about to lash out when—

Whoosh—

A Life Spirit Blue Silver Emperor shot up from the ground, striking right between Ma Hongjun's spread legs.

Awoo—

Clutching his backside, Ma Hongjun leaped ten meters into the air!

Bang—

He crashed heavily to the ground, howling in agony.

It hurt!

It hurt too much!

Tang Lan calmly withdrew his martial soul.

Though he knew Ma Hongjun was like this because of the Evil Fire caused by a flaw in his martial soul.

But his foul mouth was a fact. He deserved to be taught a lesson.

Xiao Wu laughed so hard she nearly doubled over.

"Serves you right!"

"Haha—"

"Brother is the best!"

Just as she was laughing merrily.

Cuihua rushed over in concern, wanting to help Ma Hongjun sit up.

"Ah—It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!"

Ma Hongjun flopped back down again.

For a moment, it was hard to tell whether that was concern or revenge.

But one thing was certain: the two were quite close.

Xiao Wu realized.

Had she meddled in someone else's business?

"Don't worry." Tang Lan reassured her. "He brought it on himself with that foul mouth. He deserved it."

Only then did Xiao Wu straighten her back.

If Brother said it was right, then it was right!

"Fatty? Tang Lan? Xiao Wu?"

Dai Mubai walked over from a distance, sweeping his gaze across the scene.

A guess formed in his heart.

"Miss Cuihua, have you finally had enough of Fatty too?"

At those words, Cuihua covered her face and fled.

That matter...

was far too embarrassing!

Ma Hongjun no longer had the mind to care about Cuihua. Gritting his teeth, he turned to Dai Mubai for help.

"Dai-laoda! They're bullying me! Help me beat them up!"

Dai Mubai's expression turned strange.

The image of Zhao Wuji getting hammered yesterday was still vivid in his mind.

Beat up Tang Lan and Xiao Wu?

Heh heh.

"Fatty, let me introduce them to you." Dai Mubai changed the subject. "These two are new students."

"Tang Lan, a level 40 control-system Battle Soul Grandmaster."

"Xiao Wu, a level 31 agility-attack-system Battle Soul Grandmaster."

Ma Hongjun fell silent.

Xiao Wu was one thing.

With his top-tier mutated martial soul, he might still be able to fight someone at level 31 despite the gap.

But Tang Lan...

Level 40!

And the most troublesome control system at that!

How the hell was he supposed to fight that?

Even Dai-laoda probably couldn't beat him, right?

"Oh, right."

Dai Mubai added—

"Yesterday, Tang Lan led Xiao Wu and three other new students in fighting Teacher Zhao for An Incense Stick's Worth of Time. Teacher Zhao even used his Fifth Soul Skill."

"And even then, they injured Teacher Zhao, while all five of them came out unhurt."

Ma Hongjun: Σ(っQДQ;)っ

Help!

What kind of godly junior students were these?!

No!

To him right now, they were demons!

Ma Hongjun's butt no longer hurt. He sprang to his feet with a jolt.

"Misunderstanding! It was all a misunderstanding!"

"Cuihua and I just had an argument and broke up, that's all."

"I was just being mouthy, Lan-ge. Xiao Wu, please be magnanimous and spare me!"

With how slick he was acting, he did not seem twelve at all.

"Tang Lan, Xiao Wu, Fatty's martial soul has a bit of a problem. It comes with a kind of wicked fire." Dai Mubai explained, "It also affects his personality. Some things aren't truly his intention."

Ma Hongjun nodded repeatedly and shot Dai Mubai a grateful look.

Dai-laoda, now that was a real brother!

Tang Lan looked at Xiao Wu.

Xiao Wu snorted and walked off, her ponytail swinging.

"Watch your mouth." Tang Lan warned. "Yesterday in town, I crippled a Four-Ring Soul Grandmaster's tool for committing crimes."

Ma Hongjun was so frightened that he clamped his legs together!

That brutal?

"I won't dare again, I won't dare again! I'll definitely be careful from now on!" Ma Hongjun said obediently.

The enemy was powerful and brutal; he could not straighten his back at all.

Tang Lan ignored him and turned to leave.

While he intended to bring the Shrek Seven Devils under his wing, that did not mean he had to grovel before them.

Take Ning Rongrong, who had launched a nighttime sneak attack yesterday—she needed a proper lesson.

Otherwise, they would not even know who was the king and who was the joker.

With nothing to do that morning, Tang Lan bought some ore and continued smithing.

He planned to make a submachine gun for fun.

He did not even go eat lunch.

It was not until the afternoon that someone knocked on his door.

"It's Oscar."

"Gather at the training ground in half an hour—the place where we competed yesterday. It's Dean Flender's class."

"Don't be late, Lan-ge!"

Tang Lan answered, then looked with satisfaction at the two submachine guns in his hands—

Uzi submachine guns, or Uzis for short.

They were easy to manufacture, compact in structure, and lightweight.

The Uzi's body was shorter than that of other submachine guns. With its stock folded to the right, it was only 250 millimeters long.

About the size of an adult man's outstretched palm.

They were also sturdy and durable. Soaking them in water, burying them in sand, or dropping them would not pose much of a problem.

Though their range and accuracy were limited, with only fifty-meter accuracy in fully automatic mode, their rate of fire was fast!

Twenty-eight rounds per second. Its fifty-round extended magazine could be emptied in under two seconds.

Its compact size allowed him to hold one in each hand and fire a hundred bullets at once.

The moment they met—ratatatat!

With firepower saturation, who needed accuracy?

Satisfied, he put away the Uzis and pushed open the door, heading for the training ground.

His mind kept turning.

The people of Douluo Continent had stronger physiques, so the Uzi's recoil was not much of a problem.

It could completely replace pistols.

So he needed another submachine gun—one with a slightly slower rate of fire but greater power.

Of course, it would be best if he could obtain Rifle Mastery.

That would be enough to arm low-level Soul Masters.

Then there were Sniper Rifles, mortars, and rockets, for dealing with mid-level Soul Masters.

As for high-level Soul Masters—

he would need missiles.

But that was not something he could build by hand. It also required the corresponding technological foundation.

Electronic chips, components, laser gyroscopes, and the like—he could not possibly hammer those out by hand too, could he?

Give him a break!