The Power of This Gun is Extraordinary

The soul skill practice area was located in a corner of the Soul Fighting Arena.

Duan Fan had never known such a place existed; it was Li Yi, a teacher specializing in the study of Martial Souls, who had brought him there.

It was also there that Li Yi had sought to understand Duan Fan's situation, instructing him to activate his Martial Soul and release his soul skills so that he could collect various data.

Today was a holiday at the academy, so there were very few people in the entire Soul Fighting Arena, let alone the soul skill practice area.

Even on ordinary days, the practice area was rarely visited, as one could achieve the goal of practicing soul skills right on the Soul Fighting Platform.

Duan Fan walked into the soul skill practice area and casually picked a room to enter.

The room was large, spanning a full three hundred square meters, with a gray-white layout that felt very spacious.

The surrounding walls were all constructed from special gray-white bricks, which were said to be able to withstand attacks from the Soul Ancestor level.

The floor was paved with the same special gray-white bricks, which felt slightly cool to the touch.

Duan Fan locked the door from the inside and, after confirming no one else was present, pulled the pistol from the inside of his wide robe.

However, he did not test the gun immediately; instead, he first released his Martial Soul.

White light surged, and the Fantasy Pen solidified in Duan Fan's palm.

At the same time, a yellow century-level Soul Ring rose from beneath Duan Fan's feet, emitting ripples of soul power.

The moment the Soul Ring appeared, it flashed instantly.

Duan Fan held the pen and drew in the void; silver light flowed from the tip, condensing into lines in mid-air and rapidly outlining the silhouette of a Dream-Weaving Spider.

Within a few breaths, a Dream-Weaving Spider half a person's height solidified from the void, its eight legs hitting the ground with a faint "tap-tap" sound.

It was pitch black, with silver patterns flickering on its carapace, and its eight single eyes turned blankly before fixing on Duan Fan.

"Weave a spider."

Duan Fan gave the command to the Dream-Weaving Spider.

The Dream-Weaving Spider's abdomen immediately contracted, and silver-white spider silk sprayed out, rapidly intertwining in front of it until it had woven a Giant Spider.

Once both spiders were in position, Duan Fan controlled them to retreat ten meters away.

The targets are in place. I wonder what the power of this gun is like and if it can pierce the Dream-Weaving Spider's carapace.

Duan Fan held the gun in one hand, leveling it with his eyes.

The muzzle was aimed at the abdomen of the Dream-Weaving Spider.

With the Eye of Insight, there was no need to worry about accuracy.

His heartbeat was steady, his breathing slowed.

Duan Fan hooked his index finger into the trigger guard and rested it on the trigger.

He pulled with force.

"Bang—!"

The gunshot exploded in the enclosed room, much louder than he had imagined, leaving Duan Fan's eardrums buzzing.

A tongue of flame erupted from the muzzle, the slide recoiled and reset rapidly before his eyes, and the shell casing flew out of the ejection port, tracing a golden arc in the air before clattering onto the floor tiles behind him.

Almost at the same instant, a fist-sized hole exploded in the Dream-Weaving Spider's abdomen.

It wasn't a penetration; it was an explosion.

Where the bullet struck, the Dream-Weaving Spider's carapace tore and curled outward, the edges marked with scorch marks.

The Dream-Weaving Spider's body swayed slightly, but it did not fall.

It was, after all, a creation of his drawing; it felt no pain, and its center of gravity had merely shifted after being hit.

Duan Fan looked at the M1910 in his hand with surprise and suspicion, then quickly walked forward to inspect the wound on the Dream-Weaving Spider.

The fist-sized hole was about ten centimeters deep; for a massive Dream-Weaving Spider, it wasn't fatal, but the destructive power was already quite considerable.

"With this power, is this really still an M1910?"

"Could it be that the materials in this world are different, and thus the power of the guns created here is also different?"

The expression on Duan Fan's face was very strange—there was pleasant surprise, but even more disbelief.

In Duan Fan's original expectations, it would have been good enough if the M1910 could leave a dent in the Dream-Weaving Spider's carapace.

After all, it was a pistol, and the Dream-Weaving Spider's defense was naturally very strong.

Before firing, Duan Fan had even been thinking about hitting the same spot repeatedly to see if he could break through its defense.

As it turned out, a single shot had produced such an exaggerated destructive effect.

Duan Fan retreated again, changed his angle, and aimed at the base of one of the Dream-Weaving Spider's front legs.

He pulled the trigger again.

"Bang!"

This shot hit the joint connection point with precision.

Two-thirds of that leg was blown off from the middle; for a moment, the Dream-Weaving Spider was unsteady, the entire leg tilting to one side, and its body tilted along with it.

Duan Fan glanced at the M1910 in his hand once more, still finding it hard to believe.

In the memories brought to Duan Fan by Firearm Manufacturing Mastery, the power of the M1910 was nowhere near as exaggerated as what he saw before him.

This small pistol was perfectly fine for sneak attacks, and its power was certainly sufficient to destroy a human body.

But the power displayed before him felt like it could go head-to-head with a Soul Master.

A six-hundred-year-old Dream-Weaving Spider couldn't withstand a few shots, so the fragile body of a Soul Master went without saying.

Even if they activated ordinary defensive soul skills, Soul Masters below the rank of Soul Exalt would likely be unable to withstand it.

"Let's test the destructive power of this gun against the Giant Spider woven by the Dream-Weaving Spider; the Giant Spider's physical durability exceeds that of the Dream-Weaving Spider itself."

Duan Fan turned his head to look at the Giant Spider beside the Dream-Weaving Spider.

The Giant Spider sat honestly in place; this puppet spider woven from spider silk was a full size larger than the Dream-Weaving Spider.

Duan Fan didn't hesitate in the slightest, raised his hand toward the Giant Spider, and fired a shot, aiming directly at its abdomen.

"Bang!"

This was the third shot Duan Fan had fired.

The bullet struck the carapace on the Giant Spider's abdomen, producing a crisp "snap" rather than the dull, explosive sound from before.

The Giant Spider's body shook violently, its eight legs splaying out simultaneously, clearly having endured a significant impact.

Duan Fan walked over to take a look.

A depression remained on the Giant Spider's dorsal carapace, with the bullet embedded in the shell without having fully penetrated it.

Fine cracks spread out from the depression like a spiderweb, with a silvery-white light leaking through the fissures.

Duan Fan nodded thoughtfully.

"The power of this gun is truly exaggerated; if I were to fire a few shots in succession, even the Giant Spider's body wouldn't be able to hold up."

"With this kind of destructive power, it doesn't fall short even when compared to Tang San's Zhuge Crossbow."

"No matter how strong a crossbow bolt's piercing power is, it's just an iron spike stabbing in. This pistol, however, explodes, tears, and burns upon impact; its destructive power against soft tissue is far beyond that of a crossbow bolt."

In terms of piercing power, could the Zhuge Crossbow penetrate the carapace of a six-hundred-year-old Soul Beast?

Duan Fan felt it was unlikely. While this gun hadn't fully penetrated, it had already left a sufficiently deep depression and cracks in the carapace; if he fired a few more shots, or if the distance were closer, penetration wouldn't be an issue.

More importantly, this thing was incredibly convenient. A single pull of the finger fired a round, reloading the magazine was fast, and he could just swap it out after seven shots. It was also small enough to tuck into his robes where no one would notice.

No matter how ingenious the Zhuge Crossbow was, it couldn't compare to this.

Duan Fan gripped the gun in his hand and weighed it; the heft was just right.