Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique
Chapter 214 East Courtyard, Victory!

Chapter 214: Chapter 214 East Courtyard, Victory!

In an instant, all the students of the West Courtyard were dumbfounded. There’s a saying: "Don’t hit the face when you beat someone; don’t insult their mother when you curse someone."

With just a slap, Ling Feng sent He Zhonglei flying. Wasn’t that a bit too arrogant?

Ling Feng chuckled coldly as if nothing had happened, completely ignoring the lonely Black Hawk Flag, and walked slowly to He Zhonglei with cruel steps.

A match?

Sorry, this could no longer be called a match. It was a "massacre!"

Everyone was as dumb as a wooden chicken, all staring blankly at Ling Feng.

So He Zhonglei and his group had fun hitting others just now, now it was their turn!

After a long while, West Courtyard instructor, Lee Muuqing, finally reacted, shouting loudly, "You bastard, you’re maliciously injuring people! This is not a competition!"

Immediately, students from the East Courtyard stood up to argue.

"It’s hilarious! This is a sword fighting competition, the Sword Fighting Platform is inherently a place for testing martial prowess, if you can’t fight, you deserve to be beaten!"

"That’s right, why can they hit people, and Ling Feng can’t!"

"Ling Feng, I support you! Beat him hard! Beat the hell out of him!"

East Courtyard students brought up the very words the West Courtyard had once said, shaming them to the point of having no place to hide.

Lee Muuqing’s face turned from pale to red, rendered speechless.

"This punch, is for Xiao Fan!"

Boom!

Another punch sent He Zhonglei flying, almost making him throw up last night’s dinner.

"Big brother..." Jiang Xiaofan fell to the ground, his eyes brimming with tears.

"Well done, Ling Feng, that’s the way!"

Qin Wanwan was so excited she nearly jumped up. That feeling of exhilaration was just too thrilling!

Ling Feng looked back at Qin Wanwan and curved his lips into a mocking smile, grabbed He Zhonglei by the collar, gently patted his face, and said indifferently, "This one is for Qin Wanwan’s cousin!"

Lio Yunfei, fainted in the bathroom.

Qin Wanwan clenched her fists, cursing, "Ling Feng, I’ll be at odds with you!"

He Zhonglei, who hadn’t expected Ling Feng’s slap to be that gentle, was about to beg for mercy when he heard Ling Feng shout again, "This slap is for Wang Yishan!"

Thwack!

"Poor" He Zhonglei was sent flying once again.

"This is for Ah Gou!"

"This is for Erdan!"

"This is..."

Crack, smack, thwap—He Zhonglei was being brutally beaten by Ling Feng, already with a swollen nose and bruises all over as if his bones were falling apart, his misery was tenfold, a hundredfold greater than Jiang Xiaofan and the others!

"Damn it, this isn’t a sword fighting competition! This is outright brawling!"

Lee Muuqing pointed, filled with righteous indignation, at the dizzy, pitiful sight of He Zhonglei on the platform, shouting angrily, "Master Su, you need to discipline your East Courtyard students!"

"What does this have to do with me? On the Sword Fighting Platform, until the winner is decided, the competition is not over, and the contestant reigns supreme. I can’t control it either."

Su Qingxuan gave a very official response, once again leaving Lee Muuqing at a loss for words.

On the Sword Fighting Platform.

Having had his fill of beating, Ling Feng then clapped his hands, grabbed He Zhonglei by the collar, and spoke coldly, "Today’s match, you have already lost. If you dare to provoke Zhou Kai and his sisters again, you, will die!"

Ling Feng lowered his voice so that only he and He Zhonglei could hear.

Though He Zhonglei was already dizzy from Ling Feng’s beating, when he heard the words "will die," he couldn’t help but shiver.

He saw in Ling Feng’s eyes, there was no joke.

That killing intent was so real, like a nightmare clinging to him, causing him to shiver from his soul.

"Snap!"

Ling Feng had once again sent He Zhonglei flying with a strike of his palm before casually walking towards the Black Hawk Flag. With a flourish of his long sword, he sliced the flag in two.

East Courtyard, victorious!

In this decidedly unfair competition, the students of the East Courtyard Yellow Sect had still emerged with the final victory!

Ling Feng, with the demeanor of a victor, helped Jiang Xiaofan up and strode down from the Sword Fighting Platform.

The students from the East Courtyard rushed up in a frenzy, welcoming the triumphant hero!

"Ling Feng! Ling Feng!..."

"Chief! Chief!..."

Su Qingxuan stood still, her face breaking into a soft, spring-like smile.

As for the students from the West Courtyard, they hung their heads, utterly humiliated in a way that had them metaphorically hiding their faces from their own grandmothers.

Lee Muuqing flicked his sleeves furiously and glared in Ling Feng’s direction, making a mental note of this conspicuous Yellow Sect student.

At the edge of the Sword Fighting Arena, Goo Tengfeng suddenly rose, unable to restrain his excitement, and walked towards Ling Feng.

"Ah, isn’t that Captain Goo?"

A few Earth Character Disciples, just descending from another Sword Fighting Platform, saw Goo Tengfeng and his companions approaching and hurriedly greeted them with respectful tones.

Goo Tengfeng, the top A-class Disciple of the East Courtyard!

And he was also the captain of the first Sword Team, a natural-born swordsman, rumored to have unlocked over fifty meridians, a truly "freakish" individual.

"Captain Goo, I just won another match. Do you think you could transfer me from the third team to the first team? I wouldn’t mind being a substitute!"

"Let’s talk about that later," Goo Tengfeng cast a glance at the Earth Character Disciple and quickly headed towards Ling Feng’s direction, "I’ve got my eyes on a Yellow Sect student, I’ll catch up with you later!"

Gong Cheng and several other first team members hurriedly followed.

"No way, a Yellow Sect student? Captain Goo, when did you start being interested in watching these low-skill level matches? Those newbies have just joined Heavenly Position Academy; they probably haven’t even started gravity training."

"That kid is the one I’ve recognized!"

Goo Tengfeng squinted his eyes, watching as Ling Feng was surrounded and led away by a group of Yellow Sect students, eventually halting his steps and murmuring to himself, "Ling Feng, eh? Good lad, I’ll be coming for you soon!"

...

Ling Feng was carried away by a bunch of ecstatic students, who now virtually seemed to idolize him as their faith.

Qin Wanwan did not follow Ling Feng but instead walked towards her cousin with small, deliberate steps.

Poor Lio Yunfei, utterly ignored, was still lying on the Sword Fighting Platform, moaning in pain...

Qin Wanwan had not walked far when she suddenly stepped on something. Looking down, it was a thick book.

She bent down to pick it up and saw "Skyfire Avenue Technique" inscribed on the cover.

"A secret manual?" Qin Wanwan’s bright eyes twinkled as she quickly caught on to everything.

It was likely that during the moment Ling Feng was tossed high into the air, the secret manual hidden on him had fallen out.

"Hehe!" Qin Wanwan tucked the manual close to her body and cheerfully walked towards her cousin, secretly pleased with herself.

Stinky Ling Feng, now I’ve finally got something on you! Hmm, I absolutely must find a way to mess with you; otherwise, I’m not giving you back your secret manual!

Thinking this, Qin Wanwan felt a thrill of joy, and her steps lightened considerably.

"I say, cousin, can you walk any slower?" Lio Yunfei had finally seen Qin Wanwan approaching and couldn’t help but vent his frustration.

"Hmph, if you weren’t my cousin, I wouldn’t even bother with you!" Qin Wanwan grabbed Lio Yunfei and helped him down from the Sword Fighting Platform.

Nearby, Wang Yishan hurriedly called out, "I say, Brother Lio, Miss Qin, don’t forget about me!"

Qin Wanwan’s eyes flickered mischievously, and she laughed, "Don’t worry, Wang Yishan. Ling Feng will surely come back later. Just tell him if he wants his stuff back, come find me at Tianxuan East Courtyard!"

With that, Qin Wanwan helped Lio Yunfei walk away slowly.

"Hey! Miss Qin, what are you talking about! I don’t understand!"

"Don’t leave me here! Someone help! Save me!..."

Poor Wang Yishan, leaning against the railing of the Sword Fighting Arena, looked utterly despondent...