Concussion shells had an explosive effect. That was basic knowledge every Soul Engineer knew.
The shell was fully the size of a human head and fell straight toward the center, locked onto Chen Ping's position.
As everyone saw it, Chen Ping's only response was to move quickly, charging forward as far as possible to close the distance while evading his opponent's attack.
Meeting it head-on with a Close-Combat Soul Tool would undoubtedly put him at a disadvantage.
Yet, to everyone's surprise, Chen Ping simply stood still and extended his left hand, which wore the soul-powered arm sleeve.
What was he doing? Surely this guy wasn't planning to block a concussion shell with his soul-powered arm sleeve? Even if the thing couldn't blow the Soul Tool apart, what about the person behind it?!
But in the next instant, something unexpected happened. Chen Ping clenched his fist tight, and two panels on the arm sleeve parted to either side. An armor-piercing cannon with a full thirty-millimeter bore flipped out of the sleeve and fired three armor-piercing shells in rapid succession, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.
In a flash, the first armor-piercing shell from Chen Ping's hand cannon collided with the concussion shell, instantly detonating it. The powerful shock wave sent the second armor-piercing shell right behind it flying, but the third pierced straight through the entire concussion field and hurtled precisely toward Gao Dalou.
"Holy shit, this is a fucking Close-Combat Soul Tool!"
Gao Dalou nearly started swearing. He had just been wondering who would put such a thick soul-powered sleeve behind a glove meant for close combat. So that sleeve was packed with equipment!
The next instant, sensing trouble, Gao Dalou instinctively rolled across the ground like a lazy donkey, barely avoiding the third armor-piercing shell fired from Chen Ping's sleeve. With all