Chapter 8: First Real Combat
Xing was silent for a moment, then said deeply: “Fine then, as a senior, I’ll let you, the newbie, take the spotlight this time.”
“If I remember correctly, you’re a newbie too, right? This is your first Pioneer Journey.” March 7th unceremoniously tore him down.
“I joined earlier than him.” Xing said matter-of-factly.
“You don’t have a weapon right now, which makes combat inconvenient. March, I remember when you were practicing Star Shattering Universe Great Glazed Sword, you bought a pair of Dual Swords, right? Why don’t you lend them to Huai Feng first.” Dan Heng suggested.
If he hadn’t sensed a nearby Intermediate Pathfinder—oh, in this world’s terms, a Titled Douluo—Dan Heng wouldn’t mind lending the Ji Yun Spear to Meng Huaifeng.
Dan Heng is reliable after all!
“Hey! Don’t bring up old stuff! Let me look.” March 7th said, a bit embarrassed and annoyed when Dan Heng mentioned her black history.
The Stellar Path Special Ticket is not only a symbol of the Train Crew members, but its practicality is also top-notch.
It contains a Space, equivalent to a huge package, sparing the Nameless Guests the trouble of carrying a bunch of stuff when exploring a New World.
“Found it! Here you go.” March 7th handed a pair of delicate Dual Swords to Meng Huaifeng.
“Dual Swords feel weird to use. I’ll just take one.” Meng Huaifeng took one sword and stepped forward.
Ma Hongjun looked at Meng Huaifeng stepping up, somewhat disappointed that he couldn’t let the beauties personally experience his power.
“Pretty boy, what’s your relationship with the two beauties? What’s your name?”
If they’re siblings, he’d go easy. If they’re boyfriend and girlfriend, sorry then. Ma Hongjun thought maliciously.
“Partners, Meng Huaifeng.” Meng Huaifeng said concisely.
Ma Hongjun waited a long time without Meng Huaifeng stating his Martial Spirit, Spirit Master level, type, or the like, and suddenly felt looked down upon, his anger rising.
“What an ignorant brat.”
“Fatty, go easy, don’t kill anyone.” Tang San reminded in a low voice.
“I know my limits, I won’t kill them, just teach them a lesson. Of course, if those two beauties are willing to be my girlfriends, we can skip the lesson.” Ma Hongjun said arrogantly.
Tang San nodded: I won’t kill you, that’s my mercy, aren’t you going to thank me quickly?
“Phoenix possession!” Ma Hongjun shouted loudly.
Purple-red Light surged out from the little fatty’s body, his short hair on his head suddenly grew long and gathered toward the center, turning into a Mohawk hairstyle. No wings appeared, but as soon as the purple-red Light emerged, it released intense heat. Two yellow Soul Rings rose from under his feet simultaneously, and long feathers extended from his exposed thick arms. His hands also turned into claws.
“Pfft, what an ugly Phoenix.” March 7th mocked without holding back.
“Phoenixes aren’t ugly, that’s a local chicken insisting on being called Phoenix.” Xing stabbed again.
Even the usually steady Dan Heng couldn’t help but twitch the corner of his mouth.
Having lost face in front of beauties, Ma Hongjun flew into a rage: “You still not summoning your Martial Spirit?”
“Dealing with you doesn’t require a Martial Spirit.” Meng Huaifeng awkwardly twirled a sword flower, not revealing that they fundamentally had no Martial Spirits.
“Arrogant! Don’t blame me if you die. Let you taste my power, Phoenix Fire Line!” Ma Hongjun’s first Soul Ring lit up, and he spat out a purple-red fire line toward Meng Huaifeng.
In his first real combat, Meng Huaifeng was slightly nervous. He mobilized all the Imaginary Energy in his body to envelop himself, pushing his enhanced senses to the extreme. Time seemed to slow down, and the originally swift fire line moved inch by inch toward him like slow motion.
The destructive urge that had been itching since Become Stronger finally had a target. Meng Huaifeng simply and brutally slashed at the fire line with one sword.
Like sparks from blacksmithing, countless firelights scattered in all directions, beautiful yet dangerous.
“This… how is that possible!?” Ma Hongjun looked at the scene in disbelief.
Without using a Soul Skill, even Dai Mubai the Boss wouldn’t dare take his fire line head-on. How could it be split open with one sword?
The onlookers Dai Mubai, Tang San, and Oscar also lost their smiles, their expressions turning serious.
Seems like they kicked an iron plate!
The flame’s scorching temperature that distorted the air was weakened by the Pioneer’s Blessing, so Meng Huaifeng only felt a bit warm. Wanting to burn him was simply a joke.
Succeeding with one strike, Meng Huaifeng felt assured, no longer nervous.
He really seemed as strong as he imagined.
“Little fatty, remember not to stir up trouble for no reason in the future.” Meng Huaifeng chuckled lightly and charged toward Ma Hongjun.
Meng Huaifeng knew he still couldn’t fully control the power on his body. He had no idea how strong the power he used was or what results it could cause, and at critical moments, he couldn’t control it precisely.
So Meng Huaifeng held back slightly, using only about half his power. He turned the sword like a Stick and swung it horizontally at Ma Hongjun, so he wouldn’t worry about accidentally killing him.
Meng Huaifeng’s speed was fast, but straightforward. Ma Hongjun twisted his fat body and barely dodged the strike, while Evil Fire erupted from his body, trying to force Meng Huaifeng back.
However, under the protection of Imaginary Energy, the so-called Evil Fire couldn’t harm Meng Huaifeng at all.
It was only because Meng Huaifeng had no Combat Awareness that Ma Hongjun could barely hold on for a moment.
Not good, the fatty is no match.
Seeing Ma Hongjun completely unable to fight back from afar, Tang San subtly shifted his body, hiding his right hand. A small pebble appeared in his hand, which he then shot at the acupoint on Meng Huaifeng’s leg using Tang Sect Hidden Weapon techniques.
Tang San completely underestimated the defensive Strength of Imaginary Energy, or rather, he didn’t realize Meng Huaifeng was different from Spirit Masters.
Meng Huaifeng didn’t even feel it and had no idea what happened. He turned his Long Sword and continued swinging at Ma Hongjun.
Tang San looked at the nonchalant Meng Huaifeng, frowning tightly. What’s going on? Why did his Hidden Weapon have no effect?
Although Meng Huaifeng didn’t notice, March 7th and the others spotted Tang San’s little move and immediately glared at him angrily.
“Despicable villain, sneaking an attack.” March 7th muttered under her breath.
Tang San awkwardly gave up the idea of continuing the sneak attack.
After dodging several times, Ma Hongjun finally couldn’t avoid it and was smacked on the front teeth by Meng Huaifeng’s sword, leaving a two-finger-wide sword mark on his fat face as he flew out diagonally.
Ma Hongjun rolled on the ground a few times, spat out two broken teeth, and his Head was dizzy, unable to get up for a moment.
“This is impossible! Without using a Martial Spirit, defeating the fatty in a few moves—what’s this guy’s Strength exactly?!” Dai Mubai said, somewhat losing composure.
He clearly looked just four or five years older than him—how could he be this strong?
“Stop! Who exactly are you people? What are you doing at Shrek Academy?” Tang San stepped forward, looking at the four with Vigilance.
“We’re just passing Nameless Guests. If you hadn’t teased our female companion and started trouble, we wouldn’t even bother with you.” Meng Huaifeng rolled his eyes.
If he had known it was Douluo Continent, Meng Huaifeng would have wished the System hadn’t Transferred near the Protagonist.
Tang San frowned: “Just passing by? The fatty did say some inappropriate things, but was that any reason to go so heavy-handed?”
“Hey, why didn’t you say anything when that little fatty was stirring trouble earlier? Now in your mouth, it’s just ‘some inappropriate words’? If I didn’t have some Strength, I’d probably be worse off than that little fatty right now.” Meng Huaifeng retorted.
“The fatty is my classmate, I understand him best. He was just talking casually, he wouldn’t really do anything to you. But you went so hard—don’t you feel guilty? If you Apology to the fatty, we can let it go.” Tang San said righteously.
