Hammers Can't Beat Science? Tang Hao Packed Up and Ran Away Overnight!

"Zzz--CRACK!!!"

This time, there was no flash of fire.

There was only a deep blue electric arc that instantly bridged the distance between the basement and the sky.

Accelerated by an ultra-high-intensity electromagnetic field, that custom-made tungsten bullet instantly broke the sound barrier by five times.

The air was torn asunder, forming a visible white shockwave tunnel.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

The Clear Sky Hammer in the hand of Tang Hao had not yet had time to fully descend.

That blue light had already reached his face.

Fast.

Too fast.

It was so fast that even the spiritual power of a Title Douluo could only barely capture a faint afterimage.

Tang Hao only had time to rely on his combat instincts to slightly deflect the angle of the Clear Sky Hammer, blocking it in front of his chest.

"CLANG!!!!!!"

A sound of metal clashing, loud enough to shatter eardrums, rang through the night sky.

Even a top-tier tool spirit like the Clear Sky Hammer let out a painful wail when faced with such pure, extreme physical kinetic energy.

The massive impact was like a meteorite collision.

Tang Hao only felt an irresistible force surging through the hammer handle.

The webbing between his thumb and index finger split instantly, and blood splattered.

His entire body felt as if it had been hit head-on by a high-speed soul-guided train, and he was sent flying!

"BOOM!"

Tang Hao's body traced a parabola through the air, snapping over a dozen large trees before finally slamming heavily into the mountain behind the academy.

Debris tumbled down, and dust filled the air.

The ground of the entire Notting Academy shook.

Inside the basement.

Qin Feng was sent flying backward by the massive recoil, slamming hard against the wall. A sharp pain shot through his shoulder, as if his bones had cracked.

The barrel of the heavily modified Bullet he had just assembled was glowing red, and the coils were emitting black smoke; it was clearly ruined.

"Cough, cough..."

Qin Feng climbed up from the ground, clutching his shoulder, yet a ferocious grin appeared on his face.

"Awesome!"

"That shot had some kick!"

Grey Wolf also crawled out from under the console, covered in soot, his tattered top hat scorched in one spot.

"You lunatic! You're a total lunatic!"

"Do you have any idea that we almost blew ourselves up just now?"

"But..."

Grey Wolf glanced at the ruined barrel and actually revealed an excited expression.

"This power is way stronger than my Frying Pan! This is the true romance of a man!"

In the corner, Yu Xiaogang had completely petrified.

He stared blankly at the figure on the screen being blasted away.

That was the Clear Sky Douluo!

That was the pinnacle of the soul master world!

He was actually blasted away by a brat with no soul power fluctuations using a strange iron pipe?

Has this world... gone mad?

Behind the mountain.

Amidst the pile of rubble.

A large, blood-stained hand suddenly reached out and pushed aside a giant boulder.

Tang Hao stood up, swaying.

At this moment, he was in a wretched state.

His black robe had been reduced to rags, and there was a large bruise on his chest caused by the recoil of the Clear Sky Hammer.

Blood hung from the corner of his mouth, and his right hand, which held the hammer, was still trembling uncontrollably.

And on his indestructible Clear Sky Hammer.

A dent the size of a fingernail had appeared, yet it was half an inch deep!

Although it hadn't pierced through, it had undeniably left a mark.

Tang Hao stared at that dent, the rage in his eyes gradually receding, replaced by a deep sense of wariness and even a trace of fear.

That shot.

If he hadn't reacted quickly and blocked it with his Clear Sky Hammer.

If that shot had been aimed at his head...

Tang Hao dared not think any further.

He might be arrogant, but he was not stupid.

The seemingly weak youth before him possessed a power he could not comprehend at all.

That power required no spirit power, no charging, yet it possessed lethal destructive force.

Moreover, if that sonic weapon that made him want to vomit were to be used again, he might not be able to defend against it.

This was Notting Academy.

If he truly fought with all his might and unleashed the Great Sumeru Hammer, the entire academy would be razed to the ground.

By then, his son Tang San would not survive either.

Furthermore, people from Martial Soul Hall were not far away.

The commotion from that previous strike had been too great; it must have already alerted the local branch of Martial Soul Hall.

If he were to get entangled now...

Tang Hao forcibly suppressed the churning blood within his body.

He took one last deep look at the basement entrance that was still emitting black smoke.

His gaze was complex.

It held killing intent, confusion, and even a trace of something he was unwilling to admit himself... retreat.

"Good."

"Very good."

"Qin Feng, is it?"

"I will remember you."

Tang Hao's voice remained cold, but it lacked some of the previous overbearing nature.

"Today's shot, I, Tang Hao, will count as having lost."

"But this matter is not over."

After saying these parting words.

Tang Hao did not hesitate; his figure flashed, turning into a black shadow that quickly vanished into the night.

He ran.

That arrogant Clear Sky Douluo had actually run away!

Inside the basement.

Qin Feng watched the red dot disappear from the screen and let out a long breath.

Cold sweat instantly soaked his clothes behind his back.

"That was close."

He plopped onto the ground, his hands still trembling slightly.

That shot just now had exhausted all his stored electrical energy.

If Tang Hao had persisted for even one more minute, he would have truly been forced to let Grey Wolf engage in melee combat with a Frying Pan.

"We won... did we actually win?"

Yu Xiaogang muttered to himself in disbelief.

The way he looked at Qin Feng had shifted from looking at a genius to looking at a monster.

Repelling a Title Douluo!

This was a feat worthy of being recorded in history!

"Don't celebrate too early."

Qin Feng climbed up from the ground and rubbed his shoulder.

"That old guy just didn't want to make a scene, and he was caught off guard by my new weapon."

"Once he realizes what happened or prepares himself, it won't be this easy next time."

"So..."

Qin Feng's gaze became sharp once again.

"We must become stronger."

"Our current firepower is not enough."

"Merely repelling them isn't enough; what I want is... total annihilation."

He turned his head to look at Grey Wolf.

"Brother Wolf, we've run out of materials."

"The tungsten is gone, and the high-strength alloy is gone too."

"If we want to build more powerful weapons, if we want your inventions to stop being pieces of junk, we need better materials."

Upon hearing that the materials were gone, Grey Wolf immediately jumped up.

"Then what are we waiting for? Go buy some! Go rob someone!"

"We have no money, and there's nowhere to rob."

Qin Feng shook his head.

"However, I know of a place that has good stuff."

He looked at a map of the Douluo Continent hanging on the wall and tapped his finger heavily on a green area.

"The Soul Hunting Forest."

"There are Soul Beasts there."

Hearing this, Yu Xiaogang spoke instinctively:

"Are you going to hunt Soul Beasts to obtain a spirit ring? But you don't have a martial soul..."

"Who said I wanted a spirit ring?"

Qin Feng interrupted him, a cruel smile curling at the corners of his mouth.

"The bones of Soul Beasts are natural, high-strength biological alloys."

"The tendons of Soul Beasts are the best elastic materials."

"Some special Soul Beasts even contain rare metal elements in their bodies."

"To a scientist, that isn't just a forest."

"That is..."

"A massive, walking warehouse of materials."

Qin Feng turned around, his eyes burning with ambition.

"Brother Wolf, pack your things."

"We set out tomorrow morning."

"Target: the Soul Hunting Forest."

"We're going to go restock!"

Grey Wolf's eyes turned green instantly, his tongue licking over his sharp fangs.

"Restock? I think we're going to an all-you-can-eat buffet!"

"Little sheep... oh wait, little Soul Beasts, the Great King is coming!"

Watching the backs of this man and wolf as they marched off like bandits descending a mountain.

Yu Xiaogang suddenly felt.

The Soul Beasts in the Soul Hunting Forest were probably in for a streak of bad luck.

No.

It was the rules of this world that were in for a streak of bad luck.