Star was silent for a moment, then said deeply, "Alright then, as a senior, I'll let you, the newcomer, take the spotlight this time."
"If I'm not mistaken, you're also a newcomer, aren't you? This is your first Trailblaze journey," March 7th retorted unceremoniously.
"I joined earlier than him," Star said as a matter of course.
"You don't have a weapon right now, so it's inconvenient to fight. March, I remember you bought a pair of twin swords when you were practicing something called 'Star-Slicing, Cosmos-Shattering, Grand Glazed Sword,' right? Why not let Huaifeng use them for now?" Dan Heng suggested.
If he hadn't sensed a mid-level Pathstrider hiding nearby—oh, in this world's terms, a Titled Douluo—Dan Heng wouldn't have minded lending the Jiyun Spear to Meng Huaifeng.
Dan Heng was reliable after all!
"Hey! Let's not bring up old things! I'll go look," March 7th said, a bit annoyed at Dan Heng mentioning her embarrassing past.
The stellar rail pass was not only a symbol of the Astral Express Crew members, but its practicality was also second to none.
It contained a space, equivalent to a huge package, saving the Nameless the trouble of carrying a bunch of things when exploring new worlds.
"Found them! Here you go," March 7th handed a delicate pair of twin swords to Meng Huaifeng.
"Twin swords feel a bit strange to use. I'll just use one," Meng Huaifeng took one sword and stepped forward.
Ma Hongjun felt a little disappointed seeing Meng Huaifeng step forward. It was a pity he couldn't let the beautiful women personally experience his power.
"Pretty boy, what's your relationship with these two beauties? What's your name?"
If they were siblings, he'd go easy. If they were a couple, then he was sorry. Ma Hongjun thought mischievously.
"Comrade, Meng Huaifeng," Meng Huaifeng said concisely.
Ma Hongjun waited for a long time but Meng Huaifeng didn't report his Martial Soul, Soul Master rank, or type, and immediately felt slighted, his anger flaring up.
"Such an ill-mannered brat."
"Fatty, go easy, don't kill anyone," Tang San reminded in a low voice.
"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, skipping the lesson isn't out of the question," Ma Hongjun said arrogantly.
Tang San nodded. 'My not killing you is a great favor; why aren't you quickly showing gratitude?'
"Phoenix Incarnation!" Ma Hongjun roared.
Purple-red light surged out from the chubby boy's body. His short hair suddenly grew longer and gathered towards the center, forming a Mohawk-style haircut. Wings didn't appear, but as soon as the purple-red light emanated from his body, it immediately released intense heat. Two yellow Soul Rings simultaneously rose 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 giving any face.
"The phoenix isn't ugly; this is a common chicken, but it insists on calling itself a phoenix," Star added another jab.
Even the usually steady Dan Heng couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.
Having lost face in front of the beautiful women, Ma Hongjun was furious: "Why haven't you summoned your Martial Soul yet?"
"I don't need a Martial Soul to deal with you," Meng Huaifeng awkwardly twirled the sword, not exposing the fact that they didn't have Martial Souls at all.
"Arrogant! Then don't blame me if you die, kid. Let me show you my power, Phoenix Fire Line!" Ma Hongjun's first Soul Ring lit up, and he opened his mouth to spit out a purple-red line of fire, burning towards Meng Huaifeng.
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It was his first real battle, and Meng Huaifeng was slightly nervous. He mobilized all the Imaginary Energy within his body to envelop himself, pushing his enhanced five senses to their limit. Time itself seemed to slow down. The originally swift fire line moved like a slow-motion video, extending inch by inch towards Meng Huaifeng.
The urge to destroy, which had been stirring within him since he became stronger, finally had a target. Meng Huaifeng simply and crudely slashed his sword at the fire line.
Like striking iron flowers, countless sparks scattered in all directions, beautiful and dangerous.
"This... how is this possible?!" Ma Hongjun watched the scene in disbelief.
Without using a Soul Skill, even Boss Dai Mubai wouldn't dare to directly take his fire line. How could it be split open with a single sword?
Dai Mubai, Tang San, and Oscar, who were watching the show, also wiped the smiles off their faces, their expressions becoming solemn.
It seemed they had hit a tough opponent!
The scorching heat of the flames, which warped the air, felt only slightly warm to Meng Huaifeng after being weakened by The Trailblaze's blessing. Burning him was simply a joke.
With a successful strike, Meng Huaifeng's heart settled, no longer nervous as before.
He really was as strong as he imagined.
"Little fatty, remember not to look around carelessly in the future," Meng Huaifeng chuckled and strode towards Ma Hongjun.
Meng Huaifeng knew that he couldn't fully control the power within him yet. He had no idea how strong the power he used was or what kind of results it could cause, and he couldn't control it freely at critical moments.
So, Meng Huaifeng slightly held back, using only about half of his strength. He turned the sword, using it like a club, and swung it horizontally at Ma Hongjun. This way, he didn't have to worry about accidentally killing him.
Although Meng Huaifeng's speed was fast, his movements were straightforward. Ma Hongjun twisted his fat body, narrowly dodging the attack, and at the same time, evil flames erupted from his body, attempting to force Meng Huaifeng back.
However, under the protection of Imaginary Energy, the so-called evil flames caused no harm to Meng Huaifeng.
It was only because Meng Huaifeng had no combat awareness that Ma Hongjun could barely hold on for a moment.
Not good, Fatty is no match.
Tang San, in the distance, saw Ma Hongjun utterly helpless. He subtly shifted his body, shielding his right hand. A small pebble appeared in his hand, which he then shot using a Tang Sect Hidden Weapon technique, aiming for an acupoint on Meng Huaifeng's leg.
Tang San completely underestimated the defensive strength of Imaginary Energy, or rather, he simply didn't realize the difference between Meng Huaifeng and a Soul Master.
Meng Huaifeng didn't even feel it, completely unaware of what had happened. He turned his long sword and continued to strike at Ma Hongjun.
Tang San frowned, watching Meng Huaifeng act as if nothing had happened. 'What's going on? Why did my hidden weapon have no effect?'
Although Meng Huaifeng didn't notice, March 7th and the others spotted Tang San's small movement and immediately glared at Tang San.
"Despicable scoundrel, sneaking an attack," March 7th cursed in a low voice.
Tang San awkwardly gave up the idea of continuing his sneak attack.
After dodging several times, Ma Hongjun finally couldn't evade anymore. He was struck by Meng Huaifeng's sword on his front teeth, leaving a two-finger-wide sword mark on his chubby face, sending him flying sideways.
Ma Hongjun rolled a few times on the ground, spitting out two broken teeth. His head was spinning, and he couldn't get up for a while.
"This... this is impossible! Without using a Martial Soul, he defeated Fatty in a few moves. How strong is this person?!" Dai Mubai exclaimed, somewhat losing his composure.
He looked only four or five years older than himself, how could he be so strong?
Oscar said nothing, frantically running towards Shrek Academy under the cover of Dai Mubai and Tang San.
"Stop! Who exactly are you people? What are you doing at Shrek Academy?" Tang San stepped forward, looking at the four warily.
"We are just Nameless passing by. If you hadn't flirted with our female companions and actively provoked us, we wouldn't even bother with you," Meng Huaifeng rolled his eyes.
If he had known it was the Douluo Continent, Meng Huaifeng would have wished the system hadn't transmigrated him near the protagonist.
Tang San frowned: "Just passing by? Fatty's words were indeed a bit inappropriate, but it wasn't enough to warrant such heavy-handedness, was it?"
"Heh, why didn't you say anything when that little fatty was provoking us just now? Now, in your mouth, it's just 'a bit inappropriate'? If I didn't have some strength, I'd probably be worse off than that little fatty right now," Meng Huaifeng retorted.
"Fatty is my classmate. I know him well; he was just talking casually, he wouldn't really do anything to you. Yet, you struck with such viciousness. Don't you feel any guilt? If you apologize to Fatty, we can let bygones be bygones," Tang San said righteously.