Chapter 27: Soul-capturing Camera
Then Tang San seemed to go mad, ignoring Meng Huaifeng completely, and charged toward March 7th like a gust of wind.
“Hey, hey, what do you want to do? I didn’t do anything.” March 7th was a bit frightened by Tang San’s mad expression and retreated slightly, saying hurriedly.
However, the mad Tang San didn’t listen to explanations at all. Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh…, ten rays of cold light burst out from Tang San’s ten fingers as he lightly flicked them, shooting respectively toward March 7th’s eyes, shoulders, throat, heart, knees, dantian, and lower abdomen.
The attack positions of the ten rays of cold light were not the same at all, and all chosen were vital points.
“Isn’t killing not allowed? You’re striking so viciously? Are you crazy?” March 7th was utterly speechless about this person. What kind of person is this?
Not daring to slack on her hands, she swiped her small hand in front of her, and a twenty-plus centimeter ice wall blocked in front of her.
The ten rays of cold light hit the ice wall but did not penetrate it; instead, they embedded inside, and the shot-out indentations were quickly refilled by ice.
Meng Huaifeng attacked Tang San from behind. Tang San used Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track to focus on dodging. Meng Huaifeng’s Yunqi Spear Technique was not yet proficient, and he couldn’t hit him at all.
While dodging, Tang San locked onto March 7th, who had harmed Xiao Wu. His hands fluttered like butterflies among flowers in front of him, flinging or flicking, and one ray after another of cold light continuously shot from his hands, drawing arcs to bypass the ice wall, shooting toward March 7th from the side or behind.
On the host platform, the host exclaimed in commentary: “Oh, what did we see? Asura of a Thousand Hands contestant used a special weapon to attack Miss March 7th. His hands danced with afterimages, as if he had several more arms. Could this be the origin of his Asura of a Thousand Hands nickname?”
“Our Soul Fighting Arena does not encourage using weapons outside of Martial Spirits, but it is not explicitly prohibited. However, Asura of a Thousand Hands contestant strikes too ruthlessly. An ordinary Soul Venerable would be utterly unable to resist, either dead or severely injured. After the match, our Soul Fighting Arena will surely issue a warning to Asura of a Thousand Hands contestant.”
“Fortunately, our Miss March 7th is not an ordinary Soul Venerable. Under her powerful extreme ice protection, all of Asura of a Thousand Hands contestant’s attacks have come to nothing!”
Condemning voices also rose from the audience seats. This was the ordinary Gambling Area, not the Deathmatch Area; striking so ruthlessly was indeed excessive.
Of course, some people were cheering too. Paying Gambling Area ticket prices to watch Deathmatch Area performances—what could be more worthwhile?
Meng Huaifeng saw that Tang San was determined to ignore him and single-mindedly attack March 7th, and he immediately got angry too.
He slightly distanced himself from Tang San, holding the spear in one hand, and grabbed the Martial Spirit Mobile Phone floating beside him with the other.
Meng Huaifeng aimed the mobile phone camera at Tang San.
“Click!”
As Meng Huaifeng’s third Soul Ring lit up, Soul-Capturing Camera, a photograph appeared in Meng Huaifeng’s hand.
Meng Huaifeng held the photo with both hands and pulled forcefully, one forward and one back.
“Rip~”
The sound of paper tearing was almost inaudible.
“Ah~!”
Tang San, who was showing off his might, suddenly let out a miserable scream, stumbled and fell to the ground, clutching his head tightly with both hands, his face twisted to a ferocious degree.
The soul-deep pain was something no one could face without changing expression.
Meng Huaifeng stacked the torn-in-half photo together and pulled forcefully again.
“Ah~!!!”
The miserable scream was even more agonizing, and Tang San rolled on the ice surface like crazy.
One tear causes soul shock, two tears cause soul damage, three tears cause soul shattering, four tears cause soul flying and spirit scattering.
Of course, this is only for the weak. If the opponent’s strength is too strong, the Soul-Capturing Camera cannot fully capture the opponent’s soul.
Tearing the photo twice had already caused serious harm to Tang San’s soul; recovery would take at least several months.
During these months, Tang San would be mentally dispirited, with slight loss of body control, as the damaged soul could not perfectly control the body.
Meng Huaifeng lightly tossed the photo torn into four pieces; it fluttered in the air, gradually turning into light spots and disappearing.
“Huff~ huff~”
Tang San lay on the ice surface, breathing heavily. The cold sweat that just emerged froze into ice shards.
Meng Huaifeng walked unhurriedly to Tang San’s side, looking down at him from above, with the spear pointing at Tang San’s throat.
“Oh, what an exciting Soul Fighting! Let’s congratulate the Princess and Knight Combination for ending the Three Five Combination’s winning streak and claiming victory!” the host announced in time.
The audience also erupted in deafening cheers.
The soul-originating pain slowly receded. Though there was still some slight throbbing, Tang San still got up unsteadily and barely carried Xiao Wu down.
“Little San, what happened just now? You clearly weren’t attacked.”
As soon as Tang San walked out of the passage, Yu Xiaogang came up, asking with concern.
“Teacher, it was a mental attack. I felt like my head was about to split open.” Tang San said with a pale face.
Yu Xiaogang’s pupils contracted: “Mental attack? It’s rare among mid-to-low level Spirit Masters, impossible to guard against.”
“Master, they are not mid-to-low level Spirit Masters. They easily defeated two deans yesterday, who knows what strength they have. Hiding their strength to bully the weak in the Grand Soul Arena, truly shameless.” Dai Mubai spat disdainfully.
“Exactly, let’s go report them.” Ma Hongjun urged.
Flander’s expression changed. They had heard the huge bang not far from the academy yesterday; it must have been Tang San’s father Tang Hao going to cause them trouble.
But now these people were unscathed, meaning at least one of them had Titled Douluo-level combat power.
Playing games in the mortal world with such big shots—report them? Are you tired of living?
“Shut up! Mind your own business. Whatever they want to do is their business, what does it have to do with us.” Flander scolded in a low voice.
“How is it not our business? Little San’s winning streak was broken by them. And Teacher, don’t you always tell us that those who dare not stir trouble are mediocrities?” Ma Hongjun retorted.
“Stir trouble? Let you stir trouble, let you stir trouble.” Flander slapped Ma Hongjun’s head several times in succession: “Is that stirring trouble? That’s wanting Teacher’s life. So what if the winning streak is broken? Is that a big deal? That’s not a big deal at all.”
“This time, that control-type Spirit Master’s field skill severely limited my performance. If it was 1V1, even if he were a Soul Douluo with strength restricted to Soul Venerable level, he wouldn’t be my opponent. So we won’t report them; they might continue competing. Next time we meet him, I must take revenge.” A glint of killing intent flashed in Tang San’s eyes.
He had no idea how serious the injury to his soul was.
“Worthy of my disciple, so spirited!” Yu Xiaogang looked at Tang San with satisfaction.
On the other side, Meng Huaifeng and March 7th also left the arena along the original path.
Seeing Dan Heng, March 7th immediately complained in front of him: “Dan Heng, Dan Heng, you have no idea how disgusting the person we fought against was.”
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