"An Level 11 Soul Guidance Cannon?"
"That seems like overkill!"
"BT, fire five Level 10 Soul Guidance Cannons at him first. If that doesn't kill him, then we'll upgrade!"
Looking at the bedraggled figure in the distance,
Luo Feng smiled.
In his eyes, this Level 94 Titled Douluo was no different from any other nobody.
At most, he was a slightly tougher elite monster.
I want his experience.
I don't care who he is!
As for the Spirit Pagoda's master, I'd better not run into him.
Otherwise, I'll let him taste a salvo from my Level 11 Soul Guidance Cannon.
It was a shame my Level 12 Soul Guidance Cannon hadn't been fully assembled yet. Otherwise, I could've gone after him right now.
[Ironclad, I have received your authorization] [Loading five-shot salvo of Level 10 Soul Guidance Cannons] [Loading complete. You may initiate firing at any time]
Weapons above Level 10
required the Vanguard Titan's pilot to press the button personally.
This was also a safety mechanism.
After all, if the computer were in control and something went wrong, the consequences would be unimaginable.
That was also the lowest-level code in Titanfall!
"Good. Take aim, and seal off every escape route!"
Through the radar display, Luo Feng locked his eyes firmly onto his target.
A cruel smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
"Bye-bye!"
Then he pressed the red button on the main screen.
Just like the rocket-launch training on TV,
he used his left thumb, at a 60-degree angle!
And pressed down hard!
"Pfft!"
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"
There was no unnecessary warm-up, nor any flashy visual effects.
The heavy armor plates on the Vanguard Titan's back suddenly sprang apart.
From five pitch-black launch tubes, each more than two meters in diameter, brilliant blue plasma exhausts, a hundred meters long, burst forth.
The enormous recoil even sent the dozens-of-tons steel behemoth sliding several meters backward in midair.
The air beneath its feet was forcibly stamped into rings of white sonic-boom clouds visible to the naked eye!
Five Level 10 Fixed Soul Guidance Cannons, dark gold all over and etched with countless intricate miniature Alchemy Arrays,
were like five apocalyptic dragons breaking free, shrieking as they tore through space.
They streaked toward Qiangu Zhangting in the distance, following a perfect fan-shaped encirclement trajectory!
The paths traced by the five shells through the air weren't straight lines.
Instead, they seemed to seal off every spatial node to the southeast, southwest, northeast, northwest, and directly above.
"Beep beep beep beep!!!"
Qiangu Zhangting was still desperately pushing his battered Black-Grade Mecha to flee toward the mainland.
Suddenly, an ear-piercing Ultimate Reaper Alarm sounded inside the cockpit, loud enough to nearly rupture his eardrums!
[Warning! Spatial coordinates have been absolutely locked!] [Warning! Five Level 10 high-energy signatures detected closing in! Evasion impossible! Jumping impossible!]
"Level 10? And five shots!"
Qiangu Zhangting whipped around.
Through the mecha's rear-view radar, he saw the most terrifying—and final—sight of his life.
At the edge of the horizon, five blindingly white spheres of light, bright enough to instantly blind anyone who looked at them,
fell like five miniature suns, bearing down with overwhelming destructive force and sealing off every last one of his escape routes!
"No... This can't be! I'm the Spirit Pagoda Master's grandson!
I'm the future master of the Spirit Pagoda! Who dares kill me?!"
Qiangu Zhangting completely broke down. His handsome face twisted beyond recognition with terror.
He let out a hysterical scream, tearing his vocal cords from the strain and spitting out a mouthful of blood.
On Douluo Continent, a single Level 10 Fixed Soul Guidance Cannon was enough to severely wound or even kill a Limit Douluo.
And now there were five!
This was the kind of firepower meant to take down god-level powerhouses, and they were using it on a mere Level 94 Titled Douluo like him?
What kind of lunacy was this?!
What kind of waste?!
"I'll fight you to the death!"
Cornered by death, Qiangu Zhangting unleashed the last burst of madness from a top-tier genius.
He ripped apart the completely wrecked control console of the Black-Grade Mecha, then burst out of the mecha's chest compartment like a cannonball!
"Buzzz!"
Nine Soul Rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, and red—swirled wildly beneath his feet.
The final hundred-thousand-year red Soul Ring, in particular, glowed with a bloodcurdling crimson light.
At the same time, an ancient, dark-gold staff appeared in his hand, a lifelike dragon coiled around it.
The Qiangu Family of the Spirit Pagoda's inherited top-tier weapon-type Martial Soul—the Coiling Dragon Staff!
"Ninth Soul Skill, Coiling Dragon Heaven-Breaking!"
Qiangu Zhangting poured everything he had into the Coiling Dragon Staff—his Soul Power, his vitality, even his life force.
The Three-Word Battle Armor on his body blazed with unprecedented light, transforming into the phantom of an enormous dark-gold heavenly dragon.
It wrapped around him as he tried to withstand the five apocalyptic blasts of divine judgment!
But against absolute firepower, all resistance was nothing but a joke.
"Rumble!!!"
The first Level 10 Soul Guidance Cannon arrived, striking directly in front of Qiangu Zhangting!
There was no earth-shaking explosion, only extreme heat and collapsing space.
The dark-gold heavenly dragon phantom formed from his Ninth Soul Skill and Three-Word Battle Armor
couldn't even hold out for a second. It vaporized instantly, like paper set aflame!
"Crack!"
The top-tier Martial Soul he'd always been so proud of, the Coiling Dragon Staff, touched by that destructive blaze,
let out an anguished wail. Dense cracks spread across its length, and it nearly shattered outright!
"Pfft!"
He spewed out a mouthful of blood and was hurled backward.
But before he could even feel the pain, the second and third Level 10 Soul Guidance Cannons closed in from both sides!
"Boom! Boom!"
The power of those two shells completely tore through Qiangu Zhangting's final defenses.
The Three-Word Battle Armor, whose price was beyond measure and which was said to withstand a full-force strike from a Super Douluo,
cracked under the continuous bombardment of the Level 10 Soul Guidance Cannons.
His chest plate shattered! His shoulder guards vaporized! His skirt armor melted!
The Battle Armor fragments, still shimmering as they flew away, were shredded by the terrifying plasma storm into the most basic metallic dust.
"Grandpa... Save..."
Qiangu Zhangting stretched a hand toward the mainland in despair, his eyes filled with a desperate longing to live and an endless terror of death.
But before he could finish speaking, the fourth and fifth Level 10 Soul Guidance Cannons descended from above, completely engulfing the space around him.
"Rumble!!!"
The combined explosive yield of five Level 10 Fixed Soul Guidance Cannons
created an absolute zone of destruction, more than ten kilometers across, off the coast of Eastsea City.
The seawater instantly evaporated, leaving a massive crater hundreds of meters deep.
Frenzied spatial turbulence shredded every last bit of matter into nothing.
As for Qiangu Zhangting?
There was no intact corpse, no severed limbs, not even a drop of blood left behind.
Beneath heat more terrifying than the core of the sun,
this arrogant child of heaven from the Spirit Pagoda, along with his Coiling Dragon Staff Martial Soul and Three-Word Battle Armor,
was erased completely at the molecular level, reduced to the most basic dust in the universe!