NOVEL NEXT Chapter 193: “Who dares to touch my son!”
As Tang San gave the order, over two hundred people simultaneously pulled the triggers of their Zhuge Divine Crossbows.
For a moment, the sound of "shoo, shoo, shoo..." echoed across the training ground.
The Zhuge Divine Crossbow could be loaded with 48 bolts at a time, and each pull of the trigger released 16 bolts.
With over two hundred people firing together, the thousands of bolts piercing through the air created an awe-inspiring spectacle.
They didn't even need to aim; the sheer number of bolts created a "rainfall" effect.
"Hmph! Overestimating yourselves!"
Bai Baoshan snorted coldly, his seventh spirit ring flashing.
"Martial Soul True Body!"
In an instant, a massive furnace materialized before everyone.
The constant sound of "ding, ding, ding..." filled the air.
The onlookers frowned at the sight.
While Tang San and his team's crossbow bolts hadn't achieved much, they did demonstrate the power and unique qualities of the Zhuge Divine Crossbow.
"This device doesn't require spirit power and can be mass-produced…"
Ning Fengzhi gulped, his eyes gradually turning red.
Their Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan desperately lacked such means!
If they could obtain the blueprint for its creation…
The thought made Ning Fengzhi clench his fists tightly.
The "enforcer" sent by the royal family also had a drastic change in expression.
In his younger days, he had served in the army.
If such devastating weapons could be equipped across the legions, the strength of the Heaven Dou Empire would skyrocket!
Conquering the Star Luo Empire would only be a matter of time!
While other factions were equally astonished, their considerations differed.
For example, Huyan Zhen merely sneered. An attack of this level could be easily resisted by any Spirit Elder-level expert in their Elephant Armored Sect.
Let alone someone like him, Huyan Zhen.
A thousand years later, even after witnessing the terrifying power of soul tools, Shrek Academy, the continent's premier institution, still dismissed such devices as mere external aids.
Their differing perspectives shaped their divergent concerns.
The hidden weapons were a minor shock Tang San brought to the Douluo Continent.
Regrettably, after defeating the Spirit Empire, he personally destroyed this tiny ripple of change.
Had he chosen to merge the empires into one, who knows how many wars the Douluo Continent could have avoided?
Moreover, the continent might have gradually shifted towards a more technological path.
Zhongli, observing this, showed little reaction on his face, though his amber eyes appeared slightly unfocused.
Zhuge Divine Crossbows? Such trivialities. Hardly worth mentioning.
Creating such peculiar contraptions would have been child's play for Lord of Dust and Cloud Retainer.
Lord of Dust's "Final Machine" could rival ordinary Archon's in power!
Even after centuries of erosion, with occasional repairs, it still retained much of its original might.
As Zhongli thought back to Cloud Retainer in her youth, a faint smile appeared on his face.
She would stand, hands on her hips, declaring:
"This is my latest invention: the Mighty Rapid-Fire Machine.
Surrender now, or prepare to witness this immortal's brilliance!"
Ah... such fond memories.
"Might I buy osmanthus and share wine? Alas, old friends, when shall we meet again?"
Murmuring softly, Zhongli produced a wine jug and a cup from who-knows-where, sitting cross-legged atop a rooftop.
Since arriving on the Douluo Continent, he had seldom drunk wine, usually substituting tea for it.
But that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy a drink.
Zhongli poured himself another glass of wine, indulging in his quiet drink without adhering to strict etiquette. Whether the glass was filled to 80% or 100%, it didn't concern him at the moment.
As he sipped, his gaze once again fell on the training ground.
(For Non Genshin: Lord of Dust is Gui Zhong. And Cloud Retainer is also another character from Genshin. )
Seeing that the Zhuge Divine Crossbows were ineffective, a bead of cold sweat slid down Tang San's forehead. Did he still have a chance to escape if he ran now?
In Tang San's view, a large number of Zhuge Divine Crossbows should have been enough to threaten even Spirit Saints and Spirit Douluos.
But in a real battle, when the opponent was prepared, even three consecutive volleys failed to inflict any damage.
Tang San's reasoning wasn't entirely wrong; the problem lay in the insufficient number of crossbows.
If a thousand, ten thousand, or even a hundred thousand people wielded Zhuge Divine Crossbows, even Titled Douluos would have cause for concern! Defending against such a barrage would also drain spirit power. Even if the consumption per bolt was minimal, the sheer quantity would give even the strongest a headache.
"Kill them!"
After three volleys, the Zhuge Divine Crossbows were little more than useless iron boxes.
The clansmen of the Strength Clan, having chosen to act as obstacles and accomplices, knew that once they came, there would be no going back!
Though numbering over two hundred, even a Spirit Douluo would take some time to deal with them all.
Moreover, there were Spirit Saints and Spirit Emperors among them. While their numbers were small, their collective strength was enough to create a temporary balance.
The clansmen of the Yu Clan exchanged glances. Finally, they decided to join the battle!
By intervening now, the Heaven Dou Royal Family and the three Education Committee members would not forget their contribution!
Once the Yu Clan entered the fray, the balance was instantly broken. Shrek Academy's side, including the Strength Clan, was quickly reduced to a one-sided massacre.
"I surrender! I surrender!"
"Don't kill me! I'm just a teacher at Shrek Academy! I'll quit!"
Such pleas fell on deaf ears. Since they had dared to act, they had to bear the consequences.
Time passed. After more than half an hour, barely anyone on the battlefield remained standing.
The royal enforcers and the three Education Committee members suffered almost no casualties.
Although they lacked numerical superiority, their individual strength far surpassed that of Shrek Academy and the Strength Clan.
Initially, they were at a disadvantage only because of the other side's superior numbers.
But once each of them took out a few enemies, Shrek's advantage evaporated in an instant.
The Yu Clan sustained some injuries, and two of their members perished in the battle.
For the clan, it was a gain, though their loss left them sorrowful.
Fortunately, those two had sacrificed themselves for the clan's interests, making their deaths a form of heroic martyrdom.
Qin Ming, the main target of this mission, was gravely injured shortly after the battle began. By now, not even his remains could be found!
His body had been struck by some unknown spirit skill and was reduced to part of the blood-soaked training ground.
Liu Erlong, Flender, and Zhao Wuji were all severely injured. If not for Tai Tan holding off the Spirit Douluo's pressure, they might have joined Qin Ming in death.
"Tai Tan, Tang San, I gave you both a chance, but you didn't cherish it."
"Today, I shall personally send you on your way!"
At this moment, Tai Tan's eyes were lifeless, his spirit seemingly shattered. His son was dead. His grandson…
His grandson… was he hiding in the dormitory, trembling in fear?
The thought brought Tai Tan's body a sudden jolt, and his eyes regained their light.
Thank goodness! Thank goodness! At least his bloodline had not been severed!
Tang San's body trembled slightly, his face pale.
Had it not been for his unique status, he would not have survived the earlier battles.
The Strength Clan had almost been entirely wiped out. These people were meant to be Tang San's allies and support!
Just as Meng Shenji prepared to kill Titan and Tang San, an incomparably domineering voice echoed across the battlefield:
"Who dares to touch my son!"