Grey Wolf's Frying Pan, Specifically for Smacking Tang Sect Hidden Weapons

Tang San stood frozen on the spot, his entire being as if struck by lightning.

It was not because he had been blocked.

It was because... how had it been blocked?

His Bone-Piercing Nail, which he took such pride in, had been fired using a specialized technique combined with the explosive force of a mechanism.

Even a defensive-type Spirit Master of the same level would not dare to take it head-on.

Yet this wolf...

It hadn't even made a single blocking motion!

It had simply held that greasy-looking frying pan upright in front of itself.

Then, those three Bone-Piercing Nails acted as if they had seen their own father; while still in mid-air, they bizarrely altered their trajectories, tracing an arc that defied the laws of physics, and scrambled to collide with the frying pan!

This wasn't a block at all!

This was suction!

"This is impossible..." Tang San muttered to himself, "My Bone-Piercing Nails are refined from Deep Sea Heavy Silver. Even if there were magnets, they couldn't possibly have such immense suction!"

"Deep Sea Heavy Silver?"

Qin Feng walked out from behind Grey Wolf and flicked the Bone-Piercing Nails on the frying pan with his finger, producing a crisp "ding" sound.

"Are you talking about these nickel-containing iron alloys?"

He peeled a palm-sized, pitch-black, disc-shaped object off the back of the frying pan.

As this object was removed, the Bone-Piercing Nails instantly lost their magnetic grip and clattered to the ground.

"Neodymium Iron Boron Magnet, or perhaps a higher-grade electromagnetic array."

Qin Feng toyed with the black disc in his hand. "Discarded junk from Brother Wolf's Laboratory. The magnetic flux of this thing is a thousand times that of your pathetic magnet."

"No matter how exquisite your hidden weapon techniques are, no matter if it's the Flower Scattering Technique or some One Thousand and One Nights, as long as it's made of metal, as long as it's a ferromagnetic material, it will obey in the face of a strong magnetic field."

"Your hidden weapons had their trajectories predetermined by me before they were even fired."

Qin Feng kicked the Bone-Piercing Nails on the ground back to Tang San's feet.

"This is a dimensional strike."

"In the face of a fundamental cosmic force like electromagnetic force, your human techniques are far too insignificant."

Tang San looked at the Bone-Piercing Nails at his feet; they were masterpieces he had spent several sleepless nights crafting.

At this moment, they lay quietly in the dirt like a pile of scrap metal, mocking his ignorance.

He had lost.

He had lost completely and utterly.

His footwork had been dismantled by optics.

His internal energy had been pierced by high-voltage electricity.

His hidden weapons had been confiscated by a magnetic field.

In front of Qin Feng, he felt like a child holding a wooden sword trying to challenge a tank; all his methods seemed so pale, so powerless, and so laughable.

Tang San's knees went weak, and he collapsed to the ground.

The Tang Sect faith he had always firmly believed in cracked open with a massive fissure at this very moment.

"Do you still want to fight?" Qin Feng asked indifferently.

Tang San did not speak; he only kept his head bowed low, his body trembling slightly.

"Brilliant! Simply brilliant!"

An excited shout broke the silence.

Yu Xiaogang practically rushed in front of Qin Feng, his usual composure and reserve long since cast to the winds.

He grabbed Qin Feng by the shoulders, his eyes radiating a fanatical light, much like a beggar who had gone three days without food suddenly seeing a full imperial feast.

"Qin Feng! Those things you just mentioned... optics, bioelectricity, electromagnetic force... what kind of theories are these? Where did you learn them? This theoretical system... this is simply..."

Yu Xiaogang was incoherent.

As a master of theory, he understood the significance of that battle better than anyone else.

It wasn't just a matter of victory or defeat.

It was a subversion of the entire Spirit Master system!

If the "principles" Qin Feng spoke of could be popularized, if they could be mastered by anyone...

Then what was so special about Spirit Masters?

Couldn't an ordinary person, just by holding that device that could discharge electricity or that plate that could attract hidden weapons, beat a Spirit Master to a pulp?

This... this would completely change the history of the Douluo Continent!

"Do you want to learn?" Qin Feng looked at the excited master and smiled slightly.

"I want to! I want to learn!" Yu Xiaogang nodded repeatedly. "I am willing to take you as my disciple! I will pass on everything I have learned in my life to you, as long as you are willing to share these theories..."

"Stop."

Qin Feng raised his hand, cutting off Yu Xiaogang's words.

He pulled his shoulder back, took a step back, and his expression became distant and cold.

"Grandmaster, you have misunderstood one thing."

"It is not that I want to be your disciple."

He pointed to Grey Wolf, who was swatting flies with a frying pan behind him, and then pointed to his own brain.

"Truth does not require an apprenticeship."

"Science is not the secret manual of any particular sect; it is an objectively existing law. It is right there, and whether you believe in it or not, it is always at work."

Qin Feng scanned his surroundings, looking at the students who had yet to recover from their shock, and said in a clear, loud voice:

"I do not need to be anyone's disciple. On the contrary, I intend to establish a place for science right here."

"Not a sect, not an academy."

"It is a... laboratory."

He looked at Yu Xiaogang, a meaningful curve tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Grandmaster, if you are truly interested in the truth, perhaps I can consider giving you a position as an intern researcher. However..."

"You must pass an exam first."

Yu Xiaogang was stunned.

The entire crowd was stunned.

Taking the Grandmaster as an intern? And he has to take an exam?

This is too arrogant!

But looking at Qin Feng's determined eyes, and then looking at Tang San kneeling on the ground, not a single person felt he was joking.

Just then, a cold, sinister voice suddenly came from outside the crowd in the distance.

"What a big mouth! Spreading heresy here and disrupting the order of the academy—who gave you the nerve!"

The crowd parted.

Director Su, with a gloomy face and accompanied by two burly disciplinary teachers, strode over.

He glanced at Tang San, who had fallen to the ground, and then at the strange devices in Qin Feng's hands, a flicker of greed and wariness flashing in his eyes.

"Qin Feng, you have openly used prohibited equipment to injure people. Come with us to the Academic Affairs Office right now! Hand over all those... lethal weapons on you!"

Qin Feng looked at Director Su's face and sighed.

Sure enough, after beating the small fry, the old ones show up.

However, this works out perfectly.

The shock value from just now was exactly enough to redeem the next blueprint.

That thing was originally prepared for Tang Hao.

Since you are all in such a hurry to die, I will use you to test the blade.

"Brother Wolf."

Qin Feng turned around and snapped his fingers at Grey Wolf.

"Bring that big guy out."

Grey Wolf's eyes lit up instantly; it was a fierce glint like that of a predator spotting its prey.

"Hehehe, has the time finally come for the heavy weaponry to make its debut?"

A sense of foreboding shrouded Director Su's heart.

But before he could react, the ground began to tremble slightly.

It felt as if some terrifying giant beast was awakening from beneath the earth.