The Art of Chaotic Divinity

Chapter 211: Ling Feng Arrives!

"Ling Feng!"

"Ling Feng!"

The air was charged with anticipation, eyes brimming with hope!

This was the first time Ling Feng emerged since he fainted, capturing the attention of all present.

"He's here! Ling Feng has arrived!"

"Hmph, there's hope for our East Court now!"

Students from the East Court closed in. Zhou Kai was among them, his fists clenched as he glimpsed a glimmer of hope in Ling Feng.

On the sword fighting platform, Jiang Xiaofan and Liu Yunfei both sported faint smiles.

They hadn't endured this far in vain, because Ling Feng had finally arrived!

"Hmph, this little bastard has finally decided to show up!" He Zhonglei's knuckles cracked audibly as he spoke, "I'll ensure he understands that crossing me will lead to dire consequences!"

"Ling Feng! You've finally made it!"

Su Qingxuan strode up to Ling Feng, her gaze filled with some anger as she glared at him. However, upon noticing the expectant looks from everyone else, she refrained from voicing any criticism. Instead, she simply bit her lip and said softly, "Alright, since you're here, go up! Make sure to fight for the honor of our East Court!"

"Mentor Su, please let me go up too! I'm begging you!" Zhou Kai clenched his fists once more, pleading.

Su Qingxuan turned around, surveying the East Court students groaning on the ground and the three injured students on the platform. Finally, she nodded, "Alright, but you must be careful!"

"Great!"

"That's fantastic!"

"The East Court is saved!"

Amidst the cheers of the East Court students, Ling Feng and Zhou Kai took big steps onto the sword fighting platform.

Originally intended as a five-on-five battle, it had unfortunately turned into a two-on-five situation!

He Zhonglei kicked Jiang Xiaofan aside with a smirk, "Excellent, excellent! The sacrificial lambs have finally arrived!"

The other mystical-tier students around them burst into laughter. One even said, "Kid, as a yellow-tier student, coming up here is just asking for humiliation!"

"How ridiculous, every year there are a few rookies who don't know their place!"

He Zhonglei's face twisted in a grimace, "Ling Feng, you dared to draw your sword against me yesterday. Today, I must cripple one of your arms!"

"Are you planning to cripple me with your mouth, trash?" Ling Feng's eyes blazed with anger.

If they weren't at Tianwei Academy, he would have unhesitatingly chosen to kill this idiot.

In the audience, whether East Court students or West Court students, the atmosphere had become tense.

The real battle was just beginning!

On the other side of the arena, Gu Tengfeng suddenly stood up with great anticipation, his heavy sword trembling lightly in his hand.

"Excellent, the beast is about to enter the stage!"

The squared face person next to him frowned, "But it seems they've added another person who is only at the early stage of the Pulse Formation Realm. Do they really think they can compete with mystical-tier students?"

Gu Tengfeng shook his head lightly, saying, "Gong Cheng, you're mistaken. Haven't you noticed? When that guy appeared, the entire East Court's atmosphere changed. If the previous youth ignited fury, then this person is like sunlight, illuminating everything!"

"Captain, are you perhaps overestimating him?" Gong Cheng blinked, unable to comprehend how a mere Ling Feng could turn the tide.

"Let's just wait and see," Gu Tengfeng squinted, his expression serious. "I suddenly feel that he might be the person I've been looking for!"

On the sword fighting platform.

Ling Feng slowly unsheathed his sword, the Crimson-Fire Golden Wind.

He had no intention of wielding the Eradicator of Realms; firstly, because the opponent wasn't worthy of invoking such a weapon, and secondly, because its appearance lacked the desired flair.

It would be akin to a showdown between masters who were both emanating killing intent, and then one suddenly brandished a watermelon knife, instantly losing all sense of dignity.

"Brothers, when the time comes, don't hold back. Incapacitate them!"

He Zhonglei stepped back directly, fully aware that in terms of strength, he was no match for Ling Feng and Zhou Kai. However, this was a team battle, after all.

All he needed to do was stand back and watch as the four mystical-tier students slaughtered Ling Feng and Zhou Kai.

As for Liu Yunfei and the others, they were already useless, unable to offer any assistance.

"Kid, crossing paths with me, He Sha, is your misfortune!"

A scar-faced mystical-tier student on the left sneered, and was the first to lunge forward with his sword.

In his view, giving Ling Feng and Zhou Kai a lesson right away and then easily knocking down the East Court's battle dragon flag would secure victory in this sword-fighting competition for him.

Though it was a case of using size to bully the smaller, nothing to be proud of, at least it would please He Zhonglei, which in turn meant gaining favor with the person behind He Zhonglei, He Zhongjie.

"Zhou Kai, your task is to guard the flag. Leave the rest to me," Ling Feng's eyes gleamed with determination as he took a step forward, positioning himself on the midline.

It was like a scene of one man guarding the pass against ten thousand soldiers.

Zhou Kai paused momentarily, then leaped backward, landing beside the battle dragon flag without question.

"What's happening? Is he intending to take on all four of them single-handedly?"

In the audience, whether East Court students, West Court students, or even Su Qingxuan and Li Muqing from the West Court, everyone was taken aback.

Taking on four opponents as an early stage Pulse Formation Realm?

Is he joking?

Mystical-tier students were mostly experts with ten or more meridian gates opened, and these four had opened fifteen or more, with the most formidable boasting eighteen meridian gates opened.

With their level of mastery in the Pulse Formation Realm, they could even face ordinary first or second level Transformation Realm cultivators head-on.

"Hmph! Seeking death!"

With a swift swing of his sword, the scar-faced man aimed to launch Ling Feng into the air, and then have the others swarm him and incapacitate him.

However, plans were always idealistic. Just as he struck, Ling Feng had already maneuvered behind him, and then—

Hiss!

Blood sprayed forth as a sword found its mark onto his back.

Before he could even register the strike, he was brought down.

"Thud!"

The scar-faced man was knocked to the ground, convulsing all over, breathing heavily, and unable to move a muscle.

At the instant Ling Feng unsheathed his sword, he deftly infused true qi into needles, effectively sealing off several vital points on his opponent's body.

This single sword strike was enough to confine him to bed for an entire month!

"How... how is this possible?"

The others' eyes twitched uncontrollably; they hadn't even witnessed how Ling Feng executed his sword technique.

"Yes!"

"That's fantastic!"

Suddenly, cheers erupted from the audience. Conversely, the students from the West Court hung their heads low, appearing as dejected as wilted eggplants.

"So fast!" Su Qingxuan's eyes flashed with surprise. Could a martial artist at the early stage of the Pulse Formation Realm truly achieve such speed?

As a mentor in imperial history, Su Qingxuan's prowess even rivaled that of the Devil Instructor, Leng Jianfeng.

However, she found greater fulfillment in teaching her students cultural subjects rather than combat skills.

Not far away, in the open space where the group of sky-tier students were stationed.

"No... it can't be?"

Gong Cheng's eyes twitched along with the others', as he incredulously stared at Ling Feng. He swallowed hard, then turned to Captain Gu Tengfeng, stammering, "Captain, how... how did you know he was this strong?"

A slight blush appeared on Gu Tengfeng's face. Truth be told, he hadn't anticipated Ling Feng's strength to reach such heights. However, he nonchalantly replied, "Intuition! A swordsman needs sharp intuition. Gong Cheng, your cultivation is still shallow!"

"The captain is right! That kid might just be the savior of our East Court's sword team!" Gong Cheng's eyes shimmered with excitement as he analyzed, "The speed and explosive power of that last sword strike must have reached at least the level of twenty meridian gates, right?"

"More than that, much more!" Gu Tengfeng's voice was grave. "Don't forget, he only used a casual strike. In my opinion, this kid is concealing a significant portion of his strength. If he were to go all out, he could reach an explosive force of over forty meridian gates in an instant!"

"Forty gates! Whew..." The surrounding sky-tier students all sucked in a sharp breath.

Because, with such explosive power, he could easily qualify for promotion directly to the rank of sky-tier student!