The Star Train's Journey Through the Heavens

Chapter 8 The first actual combat

Xing paused for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "Alright then, as the senior, I'll let you, the newcomer, steal the spotlight this time."

“If I remember correctly, you’re a newcomer too, right? This is your first time exploring new territory.” March 7th bluntly exposed his shortcomings.

“I joined before him,” Xing said matter-of-factly.

“You don’t have a weapon right now, which makes fighting inconvenient. In March, I remember when you were practicing the Star-Slaying and Universe-Breaking Great Glazed Sword, you bought a pair of twin swords, right? Why don’t we let Huaifeng use them for now?” Dan Heng suggested.

If it weren't for the fact that a mid-level Destiny Walker was hiding nearby—or, in this world's terms, a Title Douluo—Dan Heng wouldn't have lent the Cloud-Striking Spear to Meng Huaifeng.

As expected, Danheng is the most reliable!

"Hey! Let's not talk about the past! Let me look for it." March 7 said, somewhat embarrassed and annoyed, when Dan Heng brought up his embarrassing past.

The Star Trails Special Ticket is not only a symbol of the train crew, but its practicality is also second to none.

It contains a space, which is like a giant package, saving the nameless travelers the trouble of carrying a lot of things when exploring the new world.

"Found it! Here you go." March 7th handed a pair of delicate twin swords to Meng Huaifeng.

"Using two swords feels a bit strange, I'll stick to using just one." Meng Huaifeng took one of the swords and stepped forward.

Ma Hongjun was somewhat disappointed when he saw Meng Huaifeng step forward, regretting that he couldn't let the beautiful woman experience his power firsthand.

"Pretty boy, what's your relationship with these two beauties? What are their names?"

"If they're siblings, I'll go easy on them; if they're boyfriend and girlfriend, then I'm sorry," Ma Hongjun thought maliciously.

"Partner, Meng Huaifeng." Meng Huaifeng's words were concise and to the point.

Ma Hongjun waited for a long time but Meng Huaifeng didn't report his martial soul, soul master level, type, etc. He immediately felt that he was being slighted, and his anger increased.

"What an ill-mannered brat."

"Fatty, go easy on him, don't kill anyone," Tang San whispered a reminder.

"I know what I'm doing. I won't kill them. At most, I'll teach them a lesson. Of course, if those two beauties are willing to be my girlfriends, I might as well skip the lesson," Ma Hongjun said arrogantly.

Tang San nodded. "Not killing you is a great favor to you. Why don't you quickly express your gratitude?"

"Phoenix Possession!" Ma Hongjun shouted.

A crimson light surged from the chubby boy's body, his short hair suddenly grew long and converged towards the center, transforming into a mohawk-like style. Wings didn't appear, but the moment the crimson light emanated from his body, it immediately released intense heat. Two yellow spirit rings rose simultaneously from beneath his feet, and long feathers extended from his exposed, thick arms. His hands also transformed into claws.

"Pfft, what an ugly phoenix." March 7th mocked without any mercy.

“The phoenix isn’t ugly, this is just a mutton chicken, why call it a phoenix?” Xing added insult to injury.

Even the usually composed Dan Heng couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

Having lost face in front of the beautiful woman, Ma Hongjun flew into a rage: "Why aren't you summoning your Martial Soul yet?"

"We don't need a martial spirit to deal with you." Meng Huaifeng awkwardly twirled his sword, not revealing that they didn't actually have a martial spirit.

"Arrogant! Don't blame me if you die. I'll show you my power, Phoenix Fireline!" Ma Hongjun's first soul ring lit up, and he opened his mouth to spit out a purplish-red fireline, burning towards Meng Huaifeng.

In his first real battle, Meng Huaifeng was a little nervous. He mobilized all the imaginary energy in his body to envelop his entire body, and pushed his enhanced five senses to the limit. Time seemed to slow down, and the originally swift line of fire extended towards Meng Huaifeng inch by inch as if in slow motion.

Since becoming stronger, Meng Huaifeng's restless destructive desires finally found a target, and he slashed at the fire line with a simple and brutal sword.

Like sparks from a metalwork, countless sparks flew out in all directions, beautiful yet dangerous.

"This... how is this possible!?" Ma Hongjun stared at the scene in disbelief. Even Dai Mubai, the eldest, wouldn't dare to take his attack head-on without using his soul skill. How could he be cleaved in two by a single sword strike?

Dai Mubai, Tang San, and Oscar, who had been watching the spectacle, also put away their smiles and became serious.

Looks like we've kicked a hornet's nest!

The flames, so hot they distorted the air, were weakened by the blessing of the pioneering spirit. Meng Huaifeng only felt a little warmth; trying to burn him was simply a joke.

Having achieved a successful strike, Meng Huaifeng felt much more at ease and was no longer as tense as before.

I seem to be as strong as I imagined.

"Little fatty, remember this: don't go looking for trouble." Meng Huaifeng chuckled and strode towards Ma Hongjun.

Meng Huaifeng knew that he could not fully control the power within him. He had no idea how strong the power he used was or what the consequences would be. He was even less able to control it at crucial moments.

Therefore, Meng Huaifeng slightly reduced his strength, using only half of it, and turned the sword around, slashing it horizontally at Ma Hongjun like a stick, so that he wouldn't have to worry about accidentally killing him.

Although Meng Huaifeng was fast, his movements were straightforward. Ma Hongjun twisted his fat body and barely dodged the attack. At the same time, evil fire erupted from his body, attempting to force Meng Huaifeng back.

However, under the protection of imaginary energy, the so-called evil fire could not cause Meng Huaifeng any harm.

Only because Meng Huaifeng had no fighting spirit was Ma Hongjun able to hold on for a short while.

Oh no, the fat guy is no match for him.

Seeing that Ma Hongjun was powerless to fight back, Tang San secretly shifted his body to the side, blocked with his right hand, and a small stone appeared in his hand. He then used the Tang Clan's hidden weapon technique to shoot it, aiming at the acupoint on Meng Huaifeng's leg.

Tang San completely underestimated the defensive strength of imaginary energy, or rather, he simply did not realize the difference between Meng Huaifeng and a Soul Master.

Meng Huaifeng didn't even feel anything, and had no idea what was happening. He turned his longsword and continued to strike at Ma Hongjun.

Tang San frowned as he looked at Meng Huaifeng, who seemed completely unaffected. What was going on? Why were his hidden weapons having no effect at all?

Although Meng Huaifeng didn't notice, San Yueqi and the others did, and immediately glared at Tang San angrily.

"Despicable scoundrel, launching a sneak attack." March 7 muttered under his breath.

Tang San sheepishly abandoned his plan to continue the sneak attack.

After dodging several times, Ma Hongjun finally couldn't escape and was struck on the front teeth by Meng Huaifeng's sword, leaving a two-finger-wide sword mark on his fat face before flying off diagonally.

Ma Hongjun rolled on the ground a few times, spitting out two broken teeth. His head was spinning and he couldn't get up for a while.

"This is impossible! He defeated Fatty in just a few moves without using his Martial Soul. Just how strong is this person?!" Dai Mubai exclaimed, somewhat losing his composure.

He looks only four or five years older than me, how could he be so strong?
"Stop! Who are you people? What are you doing at Shrek Academy?" Tang San stepped forward, looking at the four of them warily.

“We’re just nameless passersby. If you hadn’t harassed our female companion and started this trouble, we wouldn’t have bothered with you at all,” Meng Huaifeng rolled his eyes.

If Meng Huaifeng had known it was Douluo Continent, he would have been hoping the system wouldn't transmigrate to the vicinity of the protagonist.

Tang San frowned: "Just passing by? Fatty did say something inappropriate, but did he deserve to be so violent?"

"Hey, why didn't you say anything when that fat kid was causing trouble? Now it's just a few inappropriate words in your mouth? If I didn't have some strength, I'd probably be in a worse situation than that fat kid right now," Meng Huaifeng retorted.

"Fatty is my classmate, I know him better than anyone. He was just saying it casually, he wouldn't really do anything to you. Yet you've gone to such lengths, don't you feel any remorse? If you apologize to Fatty, we can let bygones be bygones," Tang San said righteously.

(End of this chapter)