What Talk Is There of Winning or Losing If You Are Not the Victor

"You've got something wrong with that gun!"

Xia Pingyun's eyes widened as he stared fixedly at the long spear in Ji Ye's hands.

He had never slacked off or shirked during his training. As for spirit guns—these new-style magical artifacts that had changed the standing of independent cultivators—he studied and scrutinized them at every moment.

There were quite a few young cultivators like him in Heyang City.

Compared to the older cultivators, whose ways of thinking had nearly solidified, the new generation of cultivators who had grown up amid this tide of spiritual energy were clearly more like fish in water amid the new wave.

Their eagerness to learn was only one aspect. More importantly, with ample opportunities to come into contact with spirit guns, they knew nearly every facet of how such weapons were used in battle like the backs of their hands.

What level of cultivation could equip what kind of spirit gun, what strength a cultivator wielding a particular spirit gun could display under what circumstances—such things were shrouded in fog to outsiders, but to these young people in the Hidden Dragon Project, they were intelligence exchanged at all times.

Xia Pingyun's own soul was more solid and powerful than those of cultivators his age, granting him finer control over spiritual energy. That was how he had obtained a greater attack range than other cultivators.

Even so, he had merely raised the standard thousand-meter range of a long gun to twelve hundred meters.

A mere one-fifth increase in range might not seem like much, but in the back-and-forth of actual combat, even a difference of ten meters was enough for these gun-proficient youngsters to work all sorts of tricks. Among the young people of the Hidden Dragon Project, with a one-fifth range advantage and suitable terrain, Xia