Gatling Shows Its Might

Rich and pure golden soul power poured out without reservation, surging crazily into the soul tool core inside the Gatling.

Hum—!

A low, mechanical roar suddenly exploded, rapid and violent.

Seeing this, Zhou Yi felt her heart instantly lighten. A faint trace of contempt even flickered in her eyes, and her tense nerves relaxed completely.

As Fan Yu's wife, her insight far exceeded that of ordinary outer court teachers and students, and she knew the soul tool attainments of the academy's younger generation like the back of her hand. She remembered clearly that Su Ming was only a Level 3 Soul Engineer!

At this moment, a clear, pale blue, semi-circular barrier rose in front of her, thick and stable, with flowing light swirling around it.

This was the Level 6 defensive Soul Tool barrier she carried with her, a protective treasure specifically crafted for her by Fan Yu. Its defensive power was extremely strong, sufficient to withstand the full-force attacks of the vast majority of five-ring and six-ring soul masters.

In her view, the power of a soul tool crafted by a Level 3 Soul Engineer was ultimately limited; it was impossible for it to break through the defense of a Level 6 soul barrier.

"Playing tricks." Zhou Yi snorted coldly. Standing within the barrier, her expression was indifferent as she waited for Su Ming to return empty-handed. In her eyes, Su Ming's actions were nothing more than a futile struggle.

But the next second, reality ruthlessly shattered her perception.

BOOM!!!

Accompanied by an extremely violent mechanical roar, the snow-white muzzle of the Gatling instantly ignited with raging azure flames, and the cold, domineering blue light illuminated the entire training ground in an instant.

Dense, packed metal bullets, wrapped in terrifying soul power, poured out like a torrential downpour!

Da-da-da-da-da—!

An extremely rapid, deafening barrage erupted. Countless soul power bullets, carrying a sharp whistling sound that tore through the air, slammed crazily against the pale blue Level 6 barrier.

The violent impact was transmitted through the barrier to the ground. The hard stone slabs of the training ground trembled violently, fine cracks spread continuously, and the entire venue shook slightly; one could imagine the terrifying power of this offensive.

All the teachers and students watching from outside the field were completely stunned. They stared wide-eyed at the scene in the center of the battlefield, forgetting even to breathe.

Everyone's gaze was focused on that tall, white figure.

That body, like a white steel tank, stood firmly in place. Despite the Gatling's violent recoil crashing against him, his figure remained motionless, his feet as if rooted to the earth, steady to the extreme.

He could even take steady steps forward, continuing to fire while slowly advancing, his firepower never interrupted for even a fraction of a second.

"This... this power is too terrifying!"

"With such violent recoil, an ordinary person couldn't even hold it, yet he can be this steady?"

"Is this still the power of a Level 3 soul tool? This firepower, this destructive force, is simply comparable to high-level assault soul skills!"

The entire field was in an uproar. Shocked discussions rose one after another, and everyone was completely conquered by this scene that subverted their understanding.

Inside the barrier, Zhou Yi, who had originally been calm and indifferent, saw her composure collapsing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The Level 6 soul barrier, which had been indestructible and glowing with flowing light, saw its surface luster rapidly dim and dissipate under the bombardment of the endless azure bullets.

Fine cracks, like spiderwebs, spread and expanded rapidly, covering the entire barrier. With every bullet impact, the cracks widened, and the barrier's trembling became increasingly violent, risking collapse at any moment.

Zhou Yi's pupils contracted sharply, her heart pounding wildly. The contempt on her face had completely vanished, replaced by deep astonishment and disbelief. She was completely unsettled!

She never expected that a soul tool crafted by a Level 3 Soul Engineer, combined with Su Ming's strength, could erupt with such terrifying destructive power, forcibly suppressing her Level 6 defensive soul tool to the brink of shattering!

Violent roars of soul power exploded in the center of the playground, and blinding metallic sparks continued to burst forth. The light screen of the Level 6 defensive soul tool floating on Zhou Yi's body was already covered in fine cracks.

The pale blue barrier trembled violently, as if it would shatter with a bang in the next second, completely unable to withstand Su Ming's suppression of firepower.

Just at this critical moment, a majestic and sharp roar suddenly pierced through the entire field, drowning out the roar of all the soul tools and the noisy discussions of the crowd: "Stop this at once!"

The shout that resounded across the playground carried the unique deterrent power of the academy's top brass. The noisy crowd instantly quieted down, and all the teachers and students subconsciously looked toward the source of the sound.

The person who arrived was none other than Du Weilun, the Director of the Academic Affairs Office of the Shrek outer court.

At this moment, Du Weilun walked with hurried steps, his expression tense, and thick anger and impatience gathered between his brows.

Just a moment ago, he had been at his desk in the Academic Affairs office, processing student files and faculty reports for the new semester.

Several panicked instructors had suddenly rushed in, reporting anxiously that a serious conflict had broken out at the outer court freshman training ground, where a student and a teacher were fighting, and the situation had completely spiraled out of control.

The matter was of great importance, so he dared not delay for even a moment. He immediately put down his official duties and hurried to the training ground.

The moment he stepped onto the field, the scene before his eyes made his heart shake violently, and his anger surged straight to his crown.

He saw Su Ming, the most renowned genius freshman of this year's outer court, holding a specially made soul tool with a sharp design and a metallic cold light covering its entire body.

He did not recognize this soul tool, but he could still feel the terrifyingly dangerous aura it emitted.

A continuous stream of soul power bullets poured out, the firepower fierce and domineering, firmly suppressing Zhou Yi, a veteran teacher who had taught for many years.

Soul power flames raged across the field, and the standoff between teacher and student was tense, completely exceeding the scope of a normal teaching conflict.

Du Weilun felt a headache coming on, his anger and hesitation intertwined.

Neither of the two people before him was a simple character, and both had backgrounds that could not be easily dealt with.

Su Ming was a genius with top-tier talent and peerless potential among this year's freshmen; his performance in the entrance test had stunned the entire academy, and he was a promising seedling that the academy was focusing on cultivating.

Zhou Yi, on the other hand, was a veteran backbone teacher of the outer court, and her husband was Fan Yu, a heavyweight figure in the academy's Soul Tool Department, with deep qualifications and extensive connections.

The two had openly violated Shrek Academy's iron rule forbidding private fights between teachers and students on campus, which was truly audacious and a disregard for school rules.

However, because their identities were special, rashly punishing either side would cause unnecessary trouble, leaving him caught in a dilemma and tied hand and foot.

He had intended to shout a command to stop them, then have the watching teachers and students disperse, hoping to quell this disturbance quietly.

Looking at the tense, volatile standoff before him, and the dense crowd of students and teachers surrounding them with varied expressions, it was clear that news of this had already spread throughout the grounds; there was no way to resolve this quietly.

With no other choice, Du Weilun's expression darkened as he said coldly, "Everyone, disperse! Su Ming, Zhou Yi, both of you cease this at once and follow me to the Academic Affairs Office!"

Hearing Du Weilun's command, the sharp edge in Su Ming's eyes dimmed slightly. He knew his limits; since a high-ranking academy official had stepped in to mediate, continuing the confrontation would be an open defiance of authority, which would do more harm than good.

With a flick of his thought, the Soul Tool Gatling in his hands instantly ceased its barrage. Wisps of white smoke rose from the residual heat of the barrels, and the scorching temperature of the metal slowly began to dissipate.

The soul power armor clinging to his body faded away, and his frigid combat aura vanished completely, reverting to the gentle and composed appearance of an ordinary freshman as he obediently followed in Du Weilun's footsteps.

Huo Yuhao, Wang Dong, Xiao Xiao, and the other freshmen who had witnessed the entire event were the most direct observers of this conflict.

Since this matter concerned the justice of the punished freshmen, they naturally followed closely behind, heading to the Academic Affairs Office to explain the situation.

The group soon arrived at the solemn and imposing Academic Affairs Office.