Chapter 28: Trash-Talking Ma Hongjun! 100 Rounds in 2 Seconds!

On the side—

Justice incarnate, Xiao Wu, was already stepping up.

She snapped, "Fatty! Broad daylight and you're harassing a girl?!"

Shoving Ma Hongjun aside, she shielded Cuihua behind her.

Ma Hongjun was already frustrated from his Evil Fire buildup—

But when he saw Xiao Wu's stunning beauty, his eyes lit up!

And his mouth? Even faster than his fire.

"Oh? What, are you volunteering to be my girlfriend instead?"

Tang Lan's eyes narrowed.

This little fatass—his mouth really had no filter.

He needed to be taught a lesson.

"Who the hell wants to be your girlfriend?!" Xiao Wu snapped. "You're ugly and delusional!"

"Huh? Who are you calling ugly, huh?" Ma Hongjun growled.

"I'm calling YOU ugly, you damn fatty!" Xiao Wu shot back.

"Oh, right, right." Ma Hongjun chuckled. "That ugly fatty sure was talking about me."

Xiao Wu paused.

Then she realized—he just tricked her into insulting herself.

Her temper exploded.

Summoning her martial soul, three soul rings—yellow, yellow, purple—danced at her feet.

Ma Hongjun flinched.

A girl his age… already a three-ring Soul Elder?!

Insane!

"Fatty, you're dead!"

"Third Soul Skill—Teleportation!"

Xiao Wu vanished, reappearing behind Ma Hongjun, ready to strike—

"Boom—"

A ring of crimson flames erupted from Ma Hongjun's body, forcing Xiao Wu to teleport again to dodge.

"Little bunny, let me show you my Phoenix!"

"Screech—"

A phoenix cry rang out, and raging flames flared behind Ma Hongjun—

Forming into a…

A giant flaming rooster?

Xiao Wu burst out laughing.

"That's your 'Phoenix'? Looks more like a chicken!"

Ma Hongjun's eyes bulged.

"This is a PHOENIX!"

"My Evil Fire Phoenix will have you unable to get out of bed!"

Xiao Wu's expression darkened instantly.

——What kind of girl could tolerate that kind of insult?!

She was about to go berserk—

"Swish—"

A Life Soul Blue Silver Emperor vine suddenly shot up from the ground—

Right between Ma Hongjun's legs.

"Awooo—!!!"

Ma Hongjun let out an inhuman shriek, leaping ten meters into the air.

"Boom—"

Then he crashed heavily onto the ground, writhing in agony.

Pain.

Unbearable pain!

Tang Lan calmly retracted his martial soul.

He understood that Ma Hongjun's behavior was due to his martial soul's Evil Fire.

But having a dirty mouth?

That was his own fault.

And that deserved punishment.

Xiao Wu laughed so hard she nearly collapsed.

"Serves you right!"

"Hahaha—"

"Brother, you're the best!"

Just as she was enjoying the moment—

Cuihua suddenly rushed over, concerned, trying to help Ma Hongjun up.

"AHHH! PAIN, PAIN, PAIN!"

Ma Hongjun immediately collapsed again.

At this point—

It was unclear if Cuihua was actually concerned or just getting revenge.

But one thing was certain—

They were definitely close.

Xiao Wu realized something.

Had she… just stuck her nose where it didn't belong?

"Relax," Tang Lan reassured. "That fatty had it coming."

Xiao Wu straightened her back instantly.

If her brother said it was right, then it was right!

"Fatty? Tang Lan? Xiao Wu?"

A voice called out from the distance.

Dai Mubai walked over, scanning the scene.

Immediately, he had a pretty good idea of what had happened.

"Cuihua, you finally couldn't take Fatty anymore?"

Cuihua's face flushed with shame—

And she ran away.

That whole mess? Way too embarrassing.

Ma Hongjun couldn't even bother chasing her.

Clenching his teeth, he turned to Dai Mubai for help.

"Boss Dai! They bullied me! Help me beat them up!"

Dai Mubai's expression turned strange.

The image of Zhao Wuji getting hammered yesterday was still fresh in his mind.

Beat up Tang Lan?

Lmao.

"Fatty, let me introduce you." Dai Mubai changed the topic.

"These two are the new students."

"Tang Lan, 40th-level Control-Type Battle Soul Elder."

"Xiao Wu, 31st-level Agility-Type Battle Soul Elder."

Ma Hongjun froze.

Xiao Wu? Fine.

With his top-tier mutated martial soul, he could still fight a 31st-level opponent.

But Tang Lan—

40th level.

A Control-Type Soul Elder.

Fight?

Fight my ass!

Even Boss Dai couldn't handle that!

"Oh, right."

Dai Mubai added casually—

"Yesterday, Tang Lan led Xiao Wu and three other new students against Teacher Zhao. They lasted a full incense stick's time, and Zhao Wuji even used his fifth soul skill."

"And guess what?

They injured Zhao Wuji."

"And none of them were hurt."

Ma Hongjun: Σ(っQДQ;)っ

HELP.

WHAT KIND OF GOD-TIER JUNIORS ARE THESE?!

Wait, no—

To him, these were straight-up DEMONS!

Ma Hongjun's pain suddenly vanished.

He jumped up instantly.

"Misunderstanding! This is all a misunderstanding!"

"Cuihua and I just had a fight—we were breaking up, that's all!"

"I had a bad mouth, that's on me! Brother Lan, Sister Xiao Wu, you guys are big-hearted people—please forgive me!"

That smooth-talking didn't sound like a 12-year-old at all.

"Tang Lan, Xiao Wu, Fatty's martial soul has some issues." Dai Mubai explained. "It carries an innate Evil Fire, which also affects his personality. Not everything he says is intentional."

Ma Hongjun nodded furiously, throwing Dai Mubai a grateful look.

Boss Dai, you're a real bro!

Tang Lan glanced at Xiao Wu.

Xiao Wu huffed, flicking her ponytail as she walked away.

"Watch your mouth," Tang Lan warned. "Just yesterday, I crippled a four-ring Soul Ancestor's 'tool' in the city."

Ma Hongjun's legs instantly clamped shut!

That brutal?!

"I won't! I won't! I'll be careful from now on!" Ma Hongjun swore obediently.

The enemy was too strong and ruthless—he didn't even dare to stand straight.

Tang Lan ignored him and walked away.

Recruiting the Shrek Seven Devils was the plan—

But that didn't mean he had to suck up to them.

Just like Ning Rongrong's little "night raid"—

She needed to be properly disciplined first.

Otherwise, who's the boss and who's the sidekick here?

That morning, with nothing to do,

Tang Lan went out to buy some ores and continued forging weapons.

He planned to build a submachine gun for fun.

He even skipped lunch.

Until the afternoon—

Knock, knock.

"It's me, Oscar."

"Half an hour later, meet at the training field—the same place as yesterday. It's Headmaster Flender's class."

"Brother Lan, don't be late!"

Tang Lan responded casually, eyes gleaming as he admired the two submachine guns in his hands—

Uzi Submachine Gun.

Simple to manufacture, compact structure, and lightweight.

Compared to other submachine guns, the Uzi was much shorter.

When the stock was folded to the right, it was only 250mm—

About the size of an adult male's outstretched hand.

It was tough and durable—

Waterproof, sandproof, drop-proof.

Sure, its range and accuracy were limited—

In full-auto mode, its effective range was only 50 meters.

But so what?

It had insane fire rate.

28 rounds per second—

With an extended 50-round mag, it emptied in under 2 seconds.

With one in each hand, left and right firing 100 rounds in 2 seconds.

Just spray and pray—who needed accuracy?!

Satisfied, Tang Lan stored the Uzis, pushed open the door, and headed for the training field.

While walking, he pondered—

In Douluo Continent, people had stronger physiques.

The Uzi's recoil wasn't much of an issue.

It could completely replace pistols.

So, he needed a second weapon—

Something with slower fire rate but stronger firepower.

Of course—

If he could obtain "Rifle Mastery," that would be perfect.

That would be enough to arm low-tier soul masters.

For mid-tier soul masters?

Sniper rifles, mortars, and rocket launchers.

And for high-tier soul masters…

Missiles.

But that wasn't something he could just craft by hand—

That required an entire technological infrastructure.

Electronic chips, circuits, laser gyroscopes—

What, was he supposed to hammer those out by hand too?

Yeah, right.

(End of Chapter)