Foul-mouthed Ma Hongjun! 100 Rounds in 2 Seconds!

Beside them, the righteous Xiao Wu began to champion the underdog.

She scolded, "Hey, little fatty, are you behaving like a pervert in broad daylight!"

She pushed Ma Hongjun away and shielded Cui Hua behind her.

Ma Hongjun, already agitated by his Evil Fire,'s eyes lit up when he saw the even prettier Xiao Wu! He couldn't help but flirt.

"What, are you going to take her place and be my girlfriend?"

Tang Lan narrowed his eyes!

This little fatty really had no filter when he spoke. He deserved a beating.

"Who's going to be your girlfriend!" Xiao Wu said angrily. "You ugly fatty, you think too highly of yourself!"

"Huh? Who are you calling a fatty?" Ma Hongjun said furiously.

"I'm calling you a fatty!" Xiao Wu blurted out.

"Ah, that's right, that's right." Ma Hongjun laughed. "It was the fatty who called me that."

Xiao Wu savored his words and understood the wordplay. She became even more annoyed!

She directly summoned her Martial Soul, her three soul rings (yellow, yellow, purple) pulsing beneath her feet.

Ma Hongjun was startled! This girl looked to be around his age, and she was already a three-ring Soul Elder? This was too outrageous! "Little fatty, prepare to die!"

"Third Soul Skill: Teleportation!"

Xiao Wu instantly appeared behind Ma Hongjun, about to launch an attack. "Boom—"

A fiery ring of flames erupted from Ma Hongjun's body.

It forced Xiao Wu to use Teleportation again to dodge the flames.

"Little girl, let me show you my phoenix!"

"Caw—"

A phoenix cry, and raging flames ignited! Behind Ma Hongjun, a fiery… rooster?

Xiao Wu found it amusing.

"That's it? A phoenix?"

"More like a rooster!"

Ma Hongjun glared.

"I'm a phoenix!"

"The Evil Fire Phoenix, the kind that will keep you from getting out of bed!"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Wu's fur bristled. —What girl could tolerate such an insult?

She was about to retaliate when— Swish—

A Blue Silver Emperor martial soul shot up from the ground, striking Ma Hongjun precisely between his legs.

"Awooo—"

Ma Hongjun clutched his rear, leaping ten meters into the air!

Bang—

He landed heavily, groaning in pain.

It hurt! It hurt so much! Tang Lan calmly put away his Martial Soul.

While he knew Ma Hongjun's condition was due to the evil fire from his Martial Soul's deficiency, his foul mouth was a fact, and he deserved to be taught a lesson.

Xiao Wu was laughing heartily.

"Serves you right!"

"Hahaha—"

"Brother is the best!"

While she was still laughing, Cui Hua rushed over, concerned, wanting to help Ma Hongjun sit up.

"Ow—Pain, pain, pain!"

Ma Hongjun collapsed back down.

For a moment,

He didn't know if it was concern or revenge.

But one thing was certain: their relationship was not ordinary.

Xiao Wu realized… she might have been meddling. "Don't worry," Tang Lan soothed. "He was rude, he deserved it."

Only then did Xiao Wu straighten up.

If Brother says so, then it's right! "Fatty? Tang Lan, Xiao Wu?"

Dai Mubai walked over from a distance, looking around the scene.

He had a guess.

"Miss Cui Hua, you can't stand Fatty either?"

Cui Hua covered her face and fled upon hearing this.

That incident… was too embarrassing!

Ma Hongjun ignored Cui Hua and gritted his teeth, asking Dai Mubai for help.

"Boss Dai! They're bullying me! Beat them up for me!"

Dai Mubai's expression was strange.

The scene of Zhao Wuji getting beaten yesterday was still vivid.

Beat up Tang Lan and the others? Heh heh.

"Fatty, let me introduce you," Dai Mubai changed the subject. "These two are newly enrolled students."

"Tang Lan, a Level 40 Control System Soul Elder."

"Xiao Wu, a Level 31 Agility Attack System Soul Elder."

This rendered Ma Hongjun speechless.

Xiao Wu was one thing.

With his top-tier mutated Martial Soul, Level 31 wasn't impossible to fight against higher levels.

But Tang Lan… Level 40!

And the most troublesome Control System at that!

What was there to fight?

Even Boss Dai probably couldn't win, right? "Oh, right."

Dai Mubai added—

"Yesterday, Tang Lan, Xiao Wu, and three other new students fought Teacher Zhao for the time it takes an incense stick to burn. Teacher Zhao even used his fifth soul skill."

"Even then, they injured Teacher Zhao, and none of the five were hurt."

Ma Hongjun: Σ(っQДQ;)っ

Help me!

What kind of godly juniors are these?! No!

Right now, to him, they were devils! Ma Hongjun's backside no longer hurt, and with a jolt, he sprang up.

"It's a misunderstanding! All a misunderstanding!"

"Cui Hua and I just had a disagreement, that's all. We broke up."

"I was the one who spoke carelessly. Brother Lan, Sister Xiao Wu, you're magnanimous, please spare me!"

His smooth demeanor didn't resemble a 12-year-old at all.

"Tang Lan, Xiao Wu, Fatty's Martial Soul has some issues; it carries a wicked fire," Dai Mubai explained. "It also affects his personality; some things are not his intention."

Ma Hongjun nodded repeatedly, casting a grateful glance at Dai Mubai.

Brother Dai, what a true bro!

Tang Lan looked at Xiao Wu.

Xiao Wu snorted and walked away, flicking her ponytail.

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

Ma Hongjun's legs clamped together in fear! This is that brutal?

"I won't dare anymore! I'll definitely be careful from now on!" Ma Hongjun said obediently.

The enemy was powerful and brutal; he couldn't straighten his back at all.

Tang Lan ignored him and turned to leave.

Although he needed to bring the Shrek Seven Devils under control, it didn't mean he had to grovel to them.

Just like Ning Rongrong, who snuck in last night, she needed a good lesson.

Otherwise, they wouldn't know who was the boss.

With nothing to do in the morning,

Tang Lan went to purchase some ores and continued to forge.

He was preparing to make a submachine gun for fun.

He didn't even go for lunch.

Until the afternoon, a knock sounded on the door.

"It's me, Oscar."

"Gather on the training ground in half an hour, the same place we sparred yesterday. It's Dean Flander's class."

"Brother Lan, don't be late!"

Tang Lan responded, looking with satisfaction at the two submachine guns in his hands—

The Uzi Micro Submachine Gun, Uzi for short.

Simple to manufacture, compact structure, lightweight.

The Uzi's barrel was shorter than other submachine guns, and with the stock folded to the right, it was only 250 millimeters.

About the size of an adult male's open palm.

And it was sturdy and durable; water, buried in sand, or dropped, it wouldn't be a big problem.

Although its range and accuracy were limited, with only 50 meters accuracy in fully automatic mode.

It had a fast rate of fire! 28 rounds per second, and with an extended magazine of 50 rounds, it could be emptied in less than 2 seconds.

Its compact size allowed for one-handed firing, and with 100 rounds fired from both hands.

Meeting someone meant immediate dakadakadakadaka!

It's suppressive fire, who needs accuracy? Satisfied, he put away the Uzi and pushed open the door, heading towards the training ground.

His mind was thinking,

The physiques on the Douluo Continent were stronger, so the recoil of the Uzi wouldn't be too much of a problem.

It could completely replace a handgun.

So, he needed to configure another submachine gun with a slightly slower rate of fire but greater power.

Of course,

It would be best if he could obtain rifle proficiency.

It would be enough to arm low-level soul masters.

Furthermore, there are sniper rifles, mortars, and rocket launchers, all targeting mid-tier soul masters.

As for high-end soul masters… That would require missiles.

But he couldn't craft those himself; it would require a corresponding level of technology.

Electronic chips, components, laser gyroscopes, and so on. He couldn't just hammer those out himself, could he? Don't be ridiculous!