Following Dean Wu's instructions, Han Ning disengaged the safety, adjusted his firing stance, aimed at a small tree 50 meters away, and pulled the trigger.
BOOM!
A powerful sonic boom erupted.
A projectile shot out at high speed, splitting into dozens of smaller pellets in mid-flight and striking the small tree.
With a muffled BANG, the rather thin sapling was blasted clean through, riddled with tiny holes.
Han Ning rubbed his slightly numb shoulder, nodding in satisfaction. "This packs a punch! This shotgun's destructive power is at least three levels higher than a regular rifle's!"
"It's supposed to be powerful. This batch of shotguns was specifically designed for strong young men like you. Although it can only fire one shot at a time, its power is absolutely immense."
"With this, you'll have some means of self-defense for those times you might run into a Soul Beast alone."
Dean Wu patted Han Ning's shoulder. "This gun is yours."
