Haotian Douluo? Taste the Flavor of Metal Storm!

The night was as black as ink.

The woods behind Notting Academy were usually a place of quiet tranquility.

But at this moment, the air here was heavy enough to suffocate.

There were no chirping insects, no singing birds.

Even the wind had ceased to blow.

A tall figure in a tattered black robe with a scruffy beard was floating silently in mid-air behind the work-study student dormitory.

He held no hammer in his hands, standing instead with his hands clasped behind his back.

Yet, the terrifying pressure, like Mount Tai bearing down, made every living creature within a hundred meters tremble in fear.

Tang Hao.

The man who once made the Martial Soul Hall tremble in fear was now staring with cold, emotionless eyes at the entrance to the basement below, which emitted a faint glimmer of light.

Just a moment ago.

He had seen his son, of whom he was so proud, return with red, swollen eyes and blood-stained hands, looking utterly devastated.

Tang San said nothing, simply locking himself in his room and hammering iron frantically, as if he had gone mad.

No one knows a son better than his father.

Tang Hao did not need to ask to know that Tang San had been bullied.

And it was a comprehensive crushing of his body, mind, and dignity.

In this tiny Nuoding City, who could possibly deal such a blow to his genius son, who possessed Twin Martial Souls?

"No matter who you are."

Tang Hao's voice was low and hoarse, like two rusted iron plates grinding against each other.

"Anyone who touches the son of Tang Hao will pay the price."

He slowly raised his right hand.

Even without summoning his martial soul, a casual strike from a Titled Douluo was enough to crush the fragile basement below and everyone inside into a pulp.

"Since you want to play, then be buried underground forever."

Tang Hao's palm pressed down sharply into the void.

"Boom!"

An invisible wave of soul power slammed down like a heavy hammer.

The ground cracked instantly, and soil and rocks flew into the air.

The wooden door leading to the basement shattered into splinters in an instant.

Even the surrounding trees were snapped in half by the shockwave.

However.

Just as this force was about to completely destroy the structure of the basement.

"Hum--!"

A piercing alarm suddenly rang out.

Immediately after, the turf around the basement entrance suddenly flipped open.

Four pitch-black gun barrels, welded together from crude steel pipes, suddenly poked out.

Although these barrels looked rudimentary and were even wrapped in tape, their bases were extremely stable and connected to several thick ammunition belts.

"What is this?"

Tang Hao frowned slightly.

Are these those strange hidden weapons?

Before he could react.

"Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat--!!!"

The four barrels simultaneously spat out half-meter-long tongues of fire!

In the dark night, these four tongues of fire looked like four fire dragons, instantly illuminating half of the back mountain.

The deafening gunfire merged into one, as if countless thunderclaps were exploding at the same time.

That was not a soul skill.

That was a Metal Storm with a rate of fire reaching six thousand rounds per minute!

Although the machine guns built by Grey Wolf had no rifling and questionable accuracy.

But at this distance, accuracy was not needed at all.

Dense bullets, like a downpour of water, swept toward Tang Hao in the air, covering him completely.

Tang Hao let out a cold snort.

"Trifling tricks."

As a Titled Douluo, his reaction speed had long since surpassed the limits of humanity.

Facing this overwhelming rain of metal, he didn't even bother to dodge, merely allowing a faint layer of soul power shield to ignite around his body.

Ordinary ironware couldn't even break through his protective soul power.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Countless sparks exploded against the shield in front of him.

Those copper-cased bullets struck the shield and were instantly flattened into thin copper flakes, falling away like rain.

A flash of disdain crossed the eyes of Tang Hao.

This kind of attack wasn't even enough to scratch an itch.

However.

In the very next second.

The calm voice of Qin Feng came from the basement.

"Grey Wolf, switch to the second ammunition belt!"

"Load the armor-piercing rounds!"

"Received! This great king has long found this turtle flying in the sky an eyesore!"

The frequency of the gunfire suddenly changed.

It became deeper, more powerful.

The bullets being fired were no longer the ordinary copper-tipped rounds from before, but a special type of ammunition, pitch-black throughout, with sharp warheads and dark red spiral grooves.

This was a small batch of tungsten alloy that Qin Feng had exchanged for with his last remaining shock points, processed using the black technology of Grey Wolf—Tungsten Core Sabot Armor-Piercing Rounds (beggar version).

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

These few bullets did not bounce off like the previous ones.

Carrying extremely high kinetic energy and rotational force, they drilled fiercely into the shield of Tang Hao.

"Crack!"

A faint, crisp sound rang out.

The indestructible protective soul power of Tang Hao actually developed a hairline fracture!

Immediately following.

One bullet pierced through the shield, grazing past the cheek of Tang Hao.

A thin trail of blood appeared on his weathered face.

Pain.

A long-forgotten sensation of pain.

Tang Hao reached out to touch the blood on his cheek.

He... was injured?

Injured by a pile of scrap metal?

This was a humiliation!

This was a trampling of his dignity as a Titled Douluo!

"You seek death!!!"

A roar shook the heavens.

Tang Hao was thoroughly enraged.

Behind him, a massive, pitch-black hammer manifested out of thin air.

Clear Sky Hammer!

Its terrifying weight caused the surrounding space to distort.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red!

Nine soul rings rose slowly beneath his feet, especially that bright red hundred-thousand-year soul ring, which emitted a heart-stopping blood-red light in the dark night.

Every powerhouse in Nuoding City was awakened at this moment, looking toward this direction in terror.

Yu Xiaogang, hiding in the basement, collapsed to the floor the moment he saw that red soul ring through the surveillance screen.

"A... hundred-thousand-year soul ring!"

"It really is Clear Sky Douluo!"

"It's over! We're all going to die here!"

Qin Feng, however, stared fixedly at the screen, his palms slick with sweat, yet his eyes were frighteningly bright.

"What are you afraid of!"

"Title Douluo are carbon-based lifeforms too!"

"As long as they are carbon-based, they have weaknesses!"

He grabbed the communicator and roared at Grey Wolf, who was frantically pulling levers at the console.

"Brother Wolf! Stop holding back!"

"This old guy is about to use his ultimate move!"

"Bring out that big guy!"

"Bring out that 'Super Ultrasonic Vomit Inducer' you use to deal with Xi Yangyang!"

Grey Wolf was covered in sweat, his ragged top hat tilted to one side.

He glared at the man outside who was raising a giant hammer to smash his laboratory, his teeth grinding in fury.

"You dare tear down my home?"

"You dare disturb this great king's inventions?"

"I'll make you vomit up everything you ate yesterday!"

Grey Wolf slammed open a red cover and fiercely pressed the giant button underneath.

"Hum------"

The previously chaotic sound of gunfire vanished instantly.

In its place was a terrifying vibration that couldn't be heard, yet was enough to make a heart stop.

At the entrance of the basement, the massive, horn-shaped device that had been prepared long ago didn't emit a single sound.

But visible ripples began to spread through the air.

It was infrasound.

A frequency below 20 hertz, inaudible to the human ear, yet capable of resonating with the internal organs of the human body!

Mid-air.

Tang Hao, who was just about to swing the Clear Sky Hammer down, suddenly froze.

His unstoppable momentum instantly leaked away by half.

An indescribable sense of nausea surged from his stomach straight to his crown.

His heart began to beat violently, as if it were about to leap out of his throat.

His vision began to blur, and his sense of balance vanished in an instant.

His body, which had been steadily hovering in the air, began to sway like a drunkard.

"Ugh--!"

The world-renowned Clear Sky Douluo, at the critical moment of unleashing a world-destroying strike, actually hunched over and let out an embarrassing retching sound.

He nearly lost his grip on the Clear Sky Hammer, which almost tumbled to the ground.

"What... kind of sorcery is this?"

Tang Hao felt as if his internal organs were churning; the discomfort was even more agonizing than suffering an internal injury.

He tried to mobilize his soul power to suppress it, only to find that this vibration ignored soul power defenses entirely, acting directly upon the interior of his body.

"Sorcery?"

Qin Feng's voice came through the loudspeaker, carrying a hint of mockery.

"This is called biological resonance."

"The natural frequency of human internal organs is between 4 and 18 hertz."

"I just played you a high-intensity 10-hertz infrasound wave."

"Lord Tang Hao, feeling heart palpitations and shortness of breath? Feeling like you want to vomit?"

"Don't hold it in, you'll feel better if you just let it out."

"You--!"

Tang Hao was so angry that blood rushed to his head; he nearly spat out a mouthful of blood for real.

He, the dignified Clear Sky Douluo, was actually being made to look this pathetic by such low-down, dirty tactics!

"I'm going to kill you!"

Tang Hao forced himself to endure the physical discomfort, his eyes turning blood-red.

He decided to hold nothing back.

Even if it meant risking injury, even if it meant destroying half of this academy, he would smash this bizarre place to pieces with a single hammer strike!

The Clear Sky Hammer in his hand lit up with a black glow once more.

This strike was the prelude to the Great Sumeru Hammer!

Terrifying energy began to gather, and fine cracks started to appear in the surrounding space.

In the basement, the alarm blared so shrilly it sounded as if it were about to shatter.

Warning! Extremely high energy level reaction detected!

Energy index off the charts! Impact expected in three seconds!

Grey Wolf watched the needle on the dashboard spinning wildly and shrieked.

"Qin Feng! I can't hold it! This old guy's energy is too strong! The sound waves are about to be dispersed!"

Qin Feng looked at the figure on the screen, who resembled a demon god, and took a deep breath.

He knew that ordinary methods were useless now.

He had to pull out the big guns.

"Brother Wolf, cut off all power!"

"Divert everything into that rifle!"

Qin Feng grabbed the massive rifle from the table, which had just been assembled and hadn't even been painted yet.

It was a heavily modified version of the Barrett M82A1.

The barrel was twice as thick, engraved with complex energy conduction channels.

This wasn't gunpowder kinetic energy.

This was electromagnetic kinetic energy!

Although Grey Wolf was usually unreliable, he never dropped the ball at critical moments.

"Alright! Let's go all in!"

He slammed the main breaker down.

The entire basement was instantly plunged into darkness.

Only the Industrial Mother Machine and a few massive capacitors continued to emit a faint blue glow.

All the electricity was funneled into the rifle in Qin Feng's hands in that single instant.

Qin Feng hoisted the fifty-pound giant rifle and aimed it at the hole that had been blasted open in the ceiling above.

Through the scope, he clearly saw the twisted face of Tang Hao and the giant hammer about to descend.

"Tang Hao."

"The times have changed."

Qin Feng's finger pulled the trigger.

"Electromagnetic Railgun, fire!"