The Star Train's Journey Through the Heavens

Chapter 27 The Soul-Stealing Camera
Then Tang San seemed to have gone mad, ignoring Meng Huaifeng and rushing towards March 7 like a gust of wind.

"Hey, what do you want to do? I didn't do anything." March 7 was a little frightened by Tang San's crazy expression, took a small step back, and hurriedly said.

However, the crazed Tang San wouldn't listen to any explanation. With a series of hissing sounds, ten cold beams of light burst forth from Tang San's fingers, shooting towards San Yueqi's eyes, shoulders, throat, heart, knees, dantian, and lower abdomen.

The ten beams of cold light attacked from completely different locations, and all of them targeted vital points.

"Isn't killing forbidden? How could you be so ruthless? Are you crazy?" March 7 was utterly speechless at this person. What kind of person was this?
Not daring to be careless, she swept her small hand in front of her, and a wall of ice more than 20 centimeters long blocked her way.

Ten beams of cold light shot onto the ice wall, but instead of penetrating it, they became embedded inside, and the holes they created were quickly filled back in by the ice.

Meng Huaifeng attacked Tang San from behind, but Tang San used Ghost Shadow Steps to dodge. Meng Huaifeng's Cloud Riding Spear Technique was not yet proficient, so he couldn't hit him at all.

While dodging, Tang San focused on San Yueqi, who was 'harming' Xiao Wu. His hands moved like butterflies flitting among flowers, flicking and snapping in front of him. One after another, streaks of cold light shot out from his hands, tracing arcs around the ice wall and shooting towards San Yueqi from his side or behind.

On the stage, the host exclaimed in surprise, "Oh, what are we just seeing? Thousand-Handed Shura used a special weapon to attack Miss March Seven. His hands created afterimages, as if he had several extra arms. Could this be the origin of his nickname, Thousand-Handed Shura?"

"Our Soul Arena does not encourage the use of weapons other than Martial Souls, but it is not explicitly prohibited either. However, the Thousand Hands Asura contestant was too ruthless. Ordinary Soul Masters were powerless to resist and either died or suffered a terrible fate. Our Soul Arena will definitely issue a warning to the Thousand Hands Asura contestant after the match."

"Fortunately, our Miss March 7th is no ordinary Soul Master either. Under her powerful Extreme Ice Protection, all of Thousand Hands Asura's attacks failed!"

A chorus of condemnation rose from the audience; this was a normal gaming area, not a deathmatch area, and such ruthlessness was indeed excessive.

Of course, some people were cheering, thinking, "Is there anything more worthwhile than paying for the gaming zone ticket and watching the deathmatch zone performance?"
When Meng Huaifeng saw that Tang San was determined to ignore him and focus all his attention on attacking March 7, he became angry.

He moved slightly away from Tang San, holding the gun in one hand and grabbing the spirit phone floating beside him with the other.

Meng Huaifeng pointed his phone camera at Tang San.

"Crack!"

As Meng Huaifeng's third soul ring lit up, the Soul-Capturing Camera appeared in Meng Huaifeng's hand, producing a photograph.

Meng Huaifeng gripped the photo tightly with both hands, pressing hard from the front and back.

"Chi~"

The sound of paper tearing was barely audible.

"Ah~!"

Tang San, who was displaying his great power, suddenly screamed and stumbled to the ground, clutching his head tightly with both hands, his face contorted into a ferocious expression.

No one can remain unmoved by pain that penetrates to the very soul.

Meng Huaifeng stacked the photos, which had been torn in half, together and pressed them together again.

"Ah~!!!"

The screams grew even more agonizing as Tang San rolled around on the ice like a madman.

One tear shakes the soul; two tears leave the soul incomplete; three tears shatter the soul; four tears scatter the soul away.

Of course, this only applies to the weak. If the opponent is too strong, the Soul-Capturing Camera cannot completely capture their soul.

Tearing the photo twice has severely damaged Tang San's soul, and it will take at least several months to recover. During these months, Tang San will experience lethargy and slight loss of control over his body, as his fragmented soul will be unable to perfectly control his body.

Meng Huaifeng gently tossed the photo, which had been torn into four pieces, into the air. The photo floated in the air and gradually turned into specks of light and disappeared.

"hu~hu~"

Tang San lay on the ice, panting heavily. The cold sweat that had just appeared was immediately frozen into ice crystals.

Meng Huaifeng walked unhurriedly to Tang San's side, looking down at him with his spear pointed at Tang San's throat.

"Oh, what a wonderful battle! Let's congratulate the Princess and Knight team on ending the Three-Five team's winning streak and achieving victory!" the host announced at the opportune moment.

The audience erupted in deafening cheers.

The pain, which originated from his soul, slowly subsided. Although there were still some slight throbbing pains, Tang San still managed to get up and, swaying slightly, barely managed to carry Xiao Wu away.

"Hey, what just happened? I wasn't attacked."

As soon as Tang San stepped out of the passage, Yu Xiaogang came up to him and said with concern.

"Teacher, it's a mental attack. I feel like my head is about to split open," Tang San said, his face pale.

Yu Xiaogang's pupils shrank: "Mental attack? It's rare among low- to mid-level Soul Masters, and it's impossible to defend against."

"Master, they're not low- or mid-level Soul Masters. They defeated the two Deans so easily yesterday; we don't even know their true strength. To hide their strength and bully the weak in the Great Soul Arena is shameless," Dai Mubai said dismissively.

“That’s right, let’s report them,” Ma Hongjun urged.

Flander's expression changed. They had heard the loud noise not far from the academy yesterday; it must have been Tang San's father, Tang Hao, coming to cause them trouble.

But the fact that these people are all unharmed means that at least one of them has the combat power of a Title Douluo.

This big shot lives a carefree life. You're going to report him? Are you tired of living?
"Shut up! Mind your own business. Let them do what they want, it's none of our business," Flander scolded in a low voice.

"How can it not concern us? They broke Xiao San's winning streak. Besides, teacher, didn't you always tell us that those who dare not cause trouble are mediocre?" Ma Hongjun retorted.

"Causing trouble? Serves you right for causing trouble, serving you right for causing trouble." Flander slapped Ma Hongjun on the head several times in a row: "Is that causing trouble? You were trying to kill your teacher. So what if your winning streak was broken? Is that a big deal? It's nothing, no big deal."

"That control-type Soul Master's field technique severely limited my performance this time. If it were a 1v1, even if he were a Soul Douluo with his strength limited to the Soul Master stage, he wouldn't be my match. So if we don't report them, they might continue to participate. Next time I meet him, I will definitely take my revenge." A hint of killing intent flashed in Tang San's eyes.

He had no idea how serious the wounds to his soul were.

"As expected of my disciple, he has ambition!" Yu Xiaogang looked at Tang San with satisfaction.

On the other side, Meng Huaifeng and Sanyueqi also left the arena along the same route.

Upon seeing Danheng, March 7 immediately complained to him, "Danheng, Danheng, you have no idea how disgusting the people we just fought were."

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