Tang Sect Hidden Weapons Are Outdated, the Desert Eagle Emerges!

The next morning, Tang San finished washing up, ate his fill at breakfast, and left the academy alone.

After spending quite some time searching, he found a full ten blacksmith shops and handed each of them the component blueprints he had prepared over the past three months, with the designs deliberately scrambled.

Why ten shops?

Because he had searched all of Nuoding City, and there were only ten blacksmith shops in the entire place. If there had been an eleventh, he would not have let it go unused either.

He was not short of money now, so naturally, he did not need to work at a blacksmith shop to earn money and support his family as he had in the Original Work.

He was now a genuine consumer.

A being akin to God.

The Shopkeepers at the blacksmith shops treated him with the utmost respect.

And the components he had those ten blacksmith shops produce were not the Tang Sect Hidden Weapons from his memories once assembled.

They were instead a modern firearm pistol from the twenty-first century: the Desert Eagle.

In his eyes, the Tang Sect Hidden Weapons—those cold weapons—had long since become outdated and were no longer fit for serious use.

They were not even as useful as a single shot from a firearm.

In his previous life, he had been a military enthusiast.

He possessed an extremely high level of expertise in researching, using, assembling, and disassembling all kinds of weaponry.

Unfortunately, the countless restrictions in his homeland had left him with nowhere to display his talents, despite possessing them.

But after coming to this fantasy world, there were no such restrictions.

Thus, he had directly abandoned the development of Tang Sect Hidden Weapons and turned to firearms instead.

During those first three months, aside from tempering himself in the village, he had also taken time whenever he could to draw up his blueprints.

In his view, the Mechanical Hidden Weapons of the Tang Sect in the Original Work could kill a Soul Saint and severely injure a Titled Douluo.

And those were merely cold weapons.

The Desert Eagle he had designed, however, was a firearm. Moreover, he had added a special feature: it could be infused with Soul Power for charging, using Soul Power as an even more powerful source of propulsion. When the bullet was fired, it would burst forth with greater speed, impact, lethality, and penetrating power.

This was no ordinary firearm.

In this world, it could completely serve as a Soul Tool from ten thousand years in the future.

And it was much easier to manufacture than a Soul Tool.

Once the Desert Eagle entered the world, even a Titled Douluo could be killed if he was caught off guard.

With a Desert Eagle and a High Explosive Grenade, combined with his own strength, he would be powerful enough to run rampant across the continent.

For a long time to come, he would not need to waste time researching other external defensive or offensive weapons.

As for the High Explosive Grenade, that thing was relatively dangerous. One careless mistake, and he could end up taking himself out as well, so he did not plan to make it for the time being.

He would use the Desert Eagle first.

Furthermore, the components for the Desert Eagle had all been made from the best and strongest metals hidden away in the blacksmith shops. Tang San was not short of money, so he had simply gone all out from the start, saving himself considerable maintenance trouble later. He only needed to manufacture the bullets.

Time passed in the blink of an eye.

Three days slipped by just like that.

Xiao Wu had also returned from outside.

She had already arranged for Da Ming and Er Ming to search for it.

As for his father, Tang Hao, he still had not returned.

It seemed that Whale Rubber was not easy to obtain at this point in time.

Of course, it was also possible that Tang Hao planned to get a large amount in one go, so he would not have to go out again afterward.

After more than three days of meditative cultivation, the Soul Power within Tang San had grown even more substantial. He could clearly feel that he was close to breaking through to Level 16 Soul Master.

That day, he washed up as usual, finished breakfast, and left the academy. He headed to the ten blacksmith shops, paid the remaining balance, and took away all the components.

He found an empty corner.

Using the memories in his mind, he began rapidly assembling the components.

Click! Click!

Before long, a black Desert Eagle appeared.

The bullets had also been loaded.

Under the sunlight, it gleamed with a chilling killing intent.

Black made it easier to conceal.

It had also been fitted with a silencer.

Otherwise, the sound of firing would have been too loud.

Tang San toyed with the heavy Desert Eagle in his hand, its metal surface gleaming with a cold radiance. An indescribable excitement and sense of security surged through him.

Besides being easy to conceal, black was also his favorite color.

Men ought to like black.

Mysterious, imposing, masculine.

This was the powerful killing weapon from his memories. Now that he had recreated it himself in this world, it surpassed the cold weapons of the Tang Sect.

He carefully inspected every component and confirmed that they had been assembled correctly. The magazine was also packed full of specially made metal bullets.

What a pity. There isn't a suitable target. I can't rely on this thing too much; it can only be used as a Trump Card kept in reserve. Otherwise, relying on it too heavily would be a bad thing and would hinder my growth.

Shooting inanimate objects was nowhere near as satisfying as shooting living targets.

Just as he was about to put away the Desert Eagle and return to the academy, a sinister voice rang out from the entrance of the alley behind him.

"Kid, stop right there."

Tang San's heart stirred, but he was not the least bit panicked. Instead, there was even a trace of excitement. If nothing unexpected happened, he had very likely found a living target for testing the Desert Eagle.

He slowly turned around.

He saw two men in Tight-fitting Clothes blocking the alley entrance, their faces filled with ill intent.

Both looked to be in their twenties. The Soul Power Fluctuation around them was obvious; they were clearly both Second-Ring Soul Grandmasters.

The one who had spoken was a tall, skinny man. His greedy eyes were fixed on the money pouch Tang San had just tucked into his embrace.

It contained the money left over after he had paid the blacksmith shops. Bulging and conspicuous, it was quite eye-catching.

Because his thoughts had been focused on assembling the Desert Eagle, he had forgotten to put the pouch into his Blue Silver Ring.

He had not expected that to be the reason he was targeted.

"Hand over the money pouch and that black piece of iron in your arms. We might consider letting you keep your life."

The short, sturdy man beside the tall one spoke with a sinister grin. At the same time, a white and a yellow Soul Ring rose beneath his feet, and a wave of pressure descended over Tang San.

The other tall, skinny man likewise released his two Soul Rings, one white and one yellow.

In their eyes, Tang San was merely a child of around ten years old. How strong could his Soul Power possibly be?

Carrying so much money and so many strange items, he was practically a fat sheep walking straight into their hands.

Tang San cooperated with the performance appropriately, revealing a trace of panic and retreating slightly as though he had been frightened. Yet his hand quietly slipped into his sleeve and gripped the Desert Eagle he had just obtained.

"T-Two big brothers, I can give you the money. Please let me go." Tang San deliberately made his voice tremble as he slowly pulled out the money pouch.

"Cut the crap! Hand everything over!" the short, sturdy man barked impatiently as he strode forward. Soul Power surged around him, and he seemed ready to forcefully seize the items.

"All right, then... I'll give it to you." Before Tang San could finish speaking, his eyes suddenly sharpened like an eagle's.

The trace of panic vanished without a trace, replaced by an icy calm.

His arm suddenly shot out from his sleeve. The black Desert Eagle carved a deadly streak of dark light through the dim alley, steadily aimed at the short, sturdy man charging at the front.

The short, sturdy man was stunned by Tang San's sudden change and the strange piece of metal he had never seen before. But the pride of a Soul Grandmaster kept him from taking it too seriously. Instead, he sneered, "Who are you trying to scare with a broken chunk of iron?"

The First Soul Ring on his body lit up, and he seemed poised to unleash a soul skill.

Yet at that very instant!

Whoosh!

Thwack!