Soul Power Pistol and Soul Power Grenade

Meanwhile.

Feng Xiaoyuan and Grey Wolf sat on the bed, staring at each other.

"Grey Wolf, Brother Wolf, what type is your martial soul?"

Grey Wolf lay down.

A lazy voice drifted over.

"I don't know either."

"Then can that technology of yours be made in this world?"

"It can, but it'll take time. Besides, I need to sleep right now to recover my energy."

Just then, perhaps because Grey Wolf sensed killing intent, he narrowed his closed eyes.

When he opened them, he saw Feng Xiaoyuan had summoned Frying Pan.

Grey Wolf seemed to lose his nerve, yet he spoke the toughest words in the weakest tone.

"You think I'd be afraid of you? I will absolutely never yield to your tyranny."

Feng Xiaoyuan looked at the stubborn Grey Wolf and smiled.

Then he got ready to smack him with Frying Pan.

Grey Wolf saw that Feng Xiaoyuan wasn't buying the pressure.

He slid over on his knees and hugged Feng Xiaoyuan.

"Brother Yuan, Master, Dad, don't! I'll go right now."

"I have no idea what's gotten into you."

At the same time.

Notting Academy.

The teachers' dormitory.

Yu Xiaogang was flipping through a book of martial soul information.

Just then, there was a knock at the door.

"Teacher."

Tang San's voice came from outside the door.

"Come in."

Tang San pushed the door open and entered.

He held a letter in his hand.

"Someone just delivered this."

Yu Xiaogang took the letter.

He glanced over it casually.

"Feng Clan? Why would the Feng Clan send me a letter?"

Yu Xiaogang was a little puzzled.

Feng Clan?

The Feng Clan behind Divine Wind Academy?

Yu Xiaogang quickly opened the envelope.

He began to read.

As Yu Xiaogang finished reading the contents of the letter, his whole body jumped up in excitement.

A martial soul separated from the body.

Possessing independent consciousness.

Innate full soul power.

Every word

smashed into his heart like a heavy hammer.

"Good!"

"This is wonderful!"

Tang San was startled.

It was his first time seeing his teacher lose composure like this.

"Teacher, what happened?"

Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath.

He forced down the excitement in his heart.

"A genius."

"A true genius."

"Perhaps even more gifted than you."

Tang San froze slightly.

More talented than him?

This was the first time his teacher had ever given someone such high praise.

"Teacher, who is it?"

Yu Xiaogang slowly uttered three words.

"Feng Xiaoyuan."

Tang San silently committed the name to memory.

Feng Xiaoyuan.

But in Yu Xiaogang's eyes, an unprecedented light was flashing.

One Tang San

had already let him see hope of proving his martial soul theory.

And now, another genius of even more extraordinary talent had actually appeared.

If he could take Feng Xiaoyuan as his disciple, then in the future, across the entire soul master world, who would still dare question his martial soul theory?

At that thought, Yu Xiaogang could not help laughing.

"A detached martial soul."

"If I can study it thoroughly, perhaps I can break through the bottleneck of rank 29."

"Even if the research fails, I can still gain experience from it."

"Maybe I'll even be able to come into contact with Soul Sages, Soul Douluos, or even those distant, unreachable Title Douluos."

This time, I, Yu Xiaogang, will definitely prove to the world that I am not trash.

I'll tell my father, tell the clan, tell Bibi Dong, tell this damned thieving heaven—you were the ones who were wrong.

Outside, the sky had already gone dark.

And Yu Xiaogang had already begun preparing his luggage.

He was preparing to head to Divine Wind Academy.

Feng Xiaoyuan sat on the bed.

Grey Wolf was sprawled in front of a wooden table.

The tabletop was piled with all sorts of messy things.

Iron chunks.

Wood.

Beast bones.

Soul beast crystal core fragments.

Looking at the scene before him, Feng Xiaoyuan felt an intense sense of déjà vu, as if he had returned to Green Green Grasslands.

"I'm asking you, can you even do this or not?"

Feng Xiaoyuan could not help asking.

Grey Wolf did not even lift his head.

He held a hammer and kept pounding away.

"A man couldn't say he couldn't do it."

"This king was the greatest inventor in the Green Green Grasslands."

"The soul power in this world was different from the natural laws of the Green Green Grasslands. I needed time."

Bang!

The next second.

A cloud of black smoke suddenly exploded from the tabletop.

Grey Wolf instantly turned into a frizzy-haired mess.

The corner of Feng Xiaoyuan's mouth twitched.

"If you're making me a weapon, then make it properly."

Grey Wolf coughed twice.

Then said with perfect confidence, "The road of science was always filled with failure."

"Failure was the mother of success!"

"And this king was creating success's grandmother!"

An hour later.

Grey Wolf suddenly leaped up in excitement.

"It's done!"

"Hahaha!"

"This king succeeded!"

Feng Xiaoyuan immediately leaned in.

Two strange objects lay on the tabletop.

One looked a little like a revolver, while the other looked like a grenade.

"What are these?"

Feng Xiaoyuan's eyes lit up.

Grey Wolf smugly planted his hands on his hips.

"This was a Soul Power Pistol made using this world's soul power as its foundation."

"And this was a Soul Power Grenade made using soul power as its foundation!"

"Well? Isn't this king freaking awesome?"

Feng Xiaoyuan picked up the pistol.

"How do you use this thing?"

Grey Wolf chuckled.

"Input soul power."

"Pull the trigger."

"It's that simple."

Feng Xiaoyuan immediately tried it.

Soul power slowly poured in.

The next moment.

A pale cyan light began to gather.

Feng Xiaoyuan raised the pistol.

He aimed at a large tree outside the window.

And pulled the trigger.

Bang!

There was a thunderous boom.

A cyan beam shot out instantly.

Bang!

With another loud boom, A fist-sized hole was blasted straight through the distant trunk.

Feng Xiaoyuan's eyes immediately widened.

"Holy shit!"

"That power had to be at least a full-force strike from a rank-twenty soul master, right?"

Grey Wolf proudly put his hands on his hips.

"Of course!"

"Anything produced by this king is guaranteed to be top quality!"

But Feng Xiaoyuan quickly noticed a problem.

"Wait."

"I'm only level ten."

"Why can I deal level-twenty damage?"

Grey Wolf chuckled.

He stretched out a wolf claw and tapped the gun body.

"Because, in essence, it's a soul power amplifier."

"It can strengthen the soul power you input."

"To put it simply."

"You input level-ten soul power."

"It can produce an effect around level twenty."

Feng Xiaoyuan's eyes instantly lit up.

However.

Grey Wolf immediately poured cold water on him.

"Don't get happy too soon."

"The lower the level, the more obvious the amplification."

"The higher the level, the weaker the amplification."

"After all, the materials have their limits."

"You can't expect an iron gun to withstand the power of a Titled Douluo, can you?"

Only then did Feng Xiaoyuan nod.

That made sense.

Then.

His gaze fell on the Soul Power Grenade.

"What about this one?"

Grey Wolf revealed a wicked grin.

"That one's even stronger."

"It can probably explode with power roughly equal to a full-force strike from a level-thirty soul master."

Feng Xiaoyuan sucked in a breath.

"Level thirty?"

A few minutes later.

Deep in the valley.

Feng Xiaoyuan held the Soul Power Grenade in his hand.

He slowly injected soul power into it.

"And then?"

"Throw it!"

Grey Wolf shouted.

Feng Xiaoyuan immediately swung his arm.

The Soul Power Grenade traced an arc through the air.

It flew into the distance.

Three seconds later.

Boom.

A deafening explosion rang out.

A large amount of shattered stone was blasted into the sky.

A two-meter-wide crater even appeared in the ground.

Feng Xiaoyuan was stunned speechless.

"It's that fierce?"

Grey Wolf looked smug.

"Of course."

"I'm the one who researched this, after all."

The next second, Grey Wolf's voice continued.

"But the cost is consuming a large amount of soul power all at once."

"And the success rate still isn't stable."

"If it goes badly, you might blow yourself away first."

The air instantly went silent.

Feng Xiaoyuan lowered his head and looked at the other grenade in his hand.

"Premature detonation?"

Grey Wolf nodded.

"Yeah."

"That's science."

"There are always going to be a few little accidents."

Bang!

A black shadow flew out.

Grey Wolf was once again sent flying by the Frying Pan.

His scream echoed through the valley.

"Ah!"

"I will definitely be back!"