The Prowess of Lord M14

In the evening, Zhang Yang was woken up by the nanny and went to the dining room to prepare for dinner.

On the dining table, an exquisite dinner was steaming. Zhang Lingyue and Zhu Ranqing sat before the table with smiles on their faces.

Although the two were smiling, Zhang Yang could see the exhaustion in their eyes and the bitterness behind their smiles.

"Wow, so much delicious food." Zhang Yang stood on his chair happily, his eyes darting back and forth across the table full of delicacies.

"Hehe." Zhang Lingyue forced a smile onto his face: "Son, today is your 6th birthday. Your mother specially prepared this big table of food for you. It's all your favorite, do you like it?"

"Mm, I like it." Zhang Yang nodded happily, shifting his gaze from the delicacies to Zhu Ranqing's face: "Thank you, Mom."

"Good boy." A gratified smile also appeared on Zhu Ranqing's face: "Hurry, it's time for you to make a birthday wish."

"Oh." Hearing this, Zhang Yang sat down on the chair, clasped his hands together into a fist, pressed them against his forehead, and said softly: "I hope that Mom and Dad are happy every day."

Hearing Zhang Yang's wish, Zhu Ranqing smiled and said: "Silly boy, you forgot to mention yourself."

Zhang Yang lowered his clasped hands, picked up his chopsticks, and said nonchalantly: "As long as Mom and Dad are happy, I am happy."

The nonchalant sentence struck a chord in Zhu Ranqing's heart.

Seeing his wife's eyes turning red again, Zhang Lingyue hurriedly changed the subject: "Good boy, you really know how to talk. Come, try this, a specialty seafood from North Sea City, King Crab."

After finishing the meal, the family went to the living room.

Zhang Lingyue and Zhu Ranqing were sipping tea there, while Zhang Yang manifested his Lord M14, lifting it up to aim left and then right.

Originally, Zhang Lingyue and Zhu Ranqing were still chatting intermittently, but later, both of them stopped talking and just watched Zhang Yang fiddling with his martial soul.

Watching for a while, Zhang Lingyue suddenly spoke up: "Yangyang, your martial soul..."

At this point, Zhang Lingyue paused, searched for his words in his heart, and then continued: "...why is it so strange-looking?"

It was no wonder Zhang Lingyue would ask this question.

Douluo Continent had not developed firearms, so for the shape of the Lord M14, the locals could not describe its function based on its appearance.

One end was too thin, the other end was flat and thick; neither side was suitable for one-handed holding.

The middle could be held with one hand, but the weight on both sides was unbalanced.

No matter how one looked at it, it did not look like a proper weapon.

"This? I don't know either." Zhang Yang shook his head, then grinned, revealing a gap-toothed smile: "But its power is still very impressive."

Zhang Lingyue was curious: "You've tried it?"

"Yeah, right in the side courtyard. If you don't believe me, come and see."

As he spoke, Zhang Yang carried the Lord M14 and rushed out of the living room in a few quick steps.

Zhang Lingyue and Zhu Ranqing looked at each other and also stood up to follow.

The couple followed behind Zhang Yang to the woodshed in the side courtyard. In the yard, the servants and stable hands were chopping wood and cutting fodder.

Seeing the family of three approaching, the two hurriedly stood up: "Master, Madam, Young Master."

"Mm." Zhang Lingyue nodded.

"Zhang Wuge, where is the wooden stake I hit this afternoon? Bring it for my dad to see." Zhang Yang asked excitedly.

The servant Zhang Wuge was stunned upon hearing this: "Young Master, I burned that stake."

Zhang Yang was stunned for a moment: "Burned it?"

Zhang Wuge replied timidly: "Yes, Young Master. That stake was almost smashed to pieces, so I just used it as firewood."

"Burned it, then forget it. I'll just hit another one." Saying this, Zhang Yang rushed into the woodshed to pick out some wood.

Nearby, Zhang Lingyue waved his hand and called Zhang Wuge over: "Zhang Wuge, what's going on?"

Beside him, Zhu Ranqing also asked curiously: "What wooden stake?"

"Master, Madam. This afternoon, the Young Master came to the backyard and asked me to prepare a wooden stake for him. The Young Master said he wanted to test the power of his martial soul."

"Test the power of his martial soul?" Zhang Lingyue became interested upon hearing this: "How was the power?"

"It was amazing." Zhang Wuge gave a thumbs up: "When the Young Master's martial soul was activated, the sound was like thunder. As for the power, you two didn't see it."

"What do you mean? Very powerful?" Zhu Ranqing's eyes shone with curiosity.

"That goes without saying." Zhang Wuge nodded: "I just heard a 'bang', and that piece of wood as thick as my arm flew away."

Zhang Lingyue and Zhu Ranqing looked at each other.

Zhang Wuge continued there: "When I went to pick it up and looked, there was a hole as thick as a finger in the wood, and you could even see light through it."

Hearing this, Zhang Lingyue's eyes narrowed, and he quickly estimated the power of the Lord M14 in his heart.

With level 1 soul power, being able to penetrate a piece of wood as thick as an arm in one shot, one could say the piercing power was quite good.

As for the lethality, Zhang Lingyue had no doubts.

Haven't you heard the saying, "Stabbing kills, cutting wounds"?

Stabbing concentrates force on a single point, allowing it to easily penetrate skin and muscle and act directly on internal organs. Once a vital point is hit, it causes massive hemorrhaging or organ damage, leading to rapid death.

Although cutting causes huge damage to muscles, tendons, and bones, the wounds are usually superficial and open, and it is often difficult to cause fatal injuries due to the obstruction of bones.

Thinking of this, Zhang Lingyue couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation.

Soon, Zhang Yang carried a wooden stake with a diameter of at least half a meter out from the woodshed.

"Wuge, quick, set it up."

Zhang Yang commanded.

"Coming, Young Master." Zhang Wuge hurried forward.

Zhang Wuge first worked with the stableman to move the wooden block used as a base for chopping wood, then placed the stake Zhang Yang had selected on top of it.

With everything prepared, Zhang Yang manifested Lord M14.

"Dad, Mom, watch closely."

As he spoke, soul power surged in Zhang Yang's hands. He pressed the stock against his shoulder, closed his left eye, and began to aim.

Zhang Lingyue stood to the side, glancing at Zhang Yang's posture before looking toward the wooden stake.

Zhu Ranqing, meanwhile, did not take her eyes off Zhang Yang for even a second.

Zhang Yang slowed his breathing, placed his finger on the trigger, and aligned his sights with the stake.

"BANG!"

A violent gunshot exceeding 90 decibels suddenly rang out, causing Zhang Lingyue, whose gaze had been elsewhere, to frown in surprise.

Zhu Ranqing, whose eyes had been fixed on Zhang Yang the entire time, was startled into a shiver.

As the gunshot echoed, the wooden stake opposite them shuddered violently, and dry, rough bark sprayed in all directions.

Lord M14 vanished, and Zhang Yang hurried forward, searching for the impact point by the dim light of the courtyard fire.

Zhang Lingyue and Zhu Ranqing also stepped forward quickly.

The family of three crouched down to search for the bullet hole.

Soon, Zhang Yang felt a hole in the wood with his finger and said happily to Zhang Lingyue and Zhu Ranqing beside him, "Dad, Mom, look."

At this moment, Zhang Wuge, showing great initiative, brought over a lantern.

By the light, Zhang Lingyue clearly saw where the bullet had struck.

It was a hole the thickness of a finger, with charred, blackened edges inside caused by intense friction.

The bullet had not penetrated the stake, which was to be expected.

To punch through a solid wooden stake half a meter in diameter would require an anti-materiel sniper rifle like a Bullet.

For Lord M14's bullet to penetrate this deeply was already a sign of immense power.

Seeing this result, Zhang Lingyue nodded in great satisfaction.

He was already very pleased with such a performance.

Because when Zhang Lingyue had first awakened, he had also tested the power of his own martial soul on firewood.

After all, his martial soul was an axe used for chopping wood, so it was naturally suited for striking wooden stakes.

However, Zhang Lingyue's performance at the time had not been as impressive as Zhang Yang's.

Even though Zhang Lingyue had innate rank 5 soul power, chopping through wood horizontally was still quite difficult.

After all, the hardness of wood fibers was no joke.

Zhang Lingyue felt that even when he was at level 20, a horizontal strike with his axe wouldn't have achieved the same effect as Zhang Yang's shot.

"Dad, Mom, look, isn't my martial soul amazing?"

"Amazing, my son is the best." Zhu Ranqing clapped her hands in praise.

Zhang Yang chuckled and demonstrated his semi-automatic and full-automatic firing modes for them.

Seeing the impacts of Zhang Yang's martial soul striking the stake with a rhythmic "pop-pop" sound, the eyes of Zhang Lingyue and Zhu Ranqing lit up.

This rate of fire, combined with its destructive power...

Zhang Lingyue's eyebrows practically danced with joy.

Zhang Yang put away his martial soul, and Zhang Lingyue patted Zhang Yang on the shoulder, saying every word clearly: "Good son, you will definitely become a very powerful soul master in the future."

Zhang Yang clapped his hands happily: "Great! I will definitely become a powerful soul master just like Dad."

"Mm. You will definitely be even more powerful than your mother and me." Zhang Lingyue said with conviction: "Starting tomorrow, I will begin teaching you how to be a soul master."

"Yay! I can become a powerful soul master just like Dad!" Zhang Yang cheered happily.