Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique
Chapter 228: Xiao Fan’s Counterattack!

Chapter 228: Chapter 228: Xiao Fan’s Counterattack!

"Xiao Fan, hurry up and get on stage!"

"Xiao Fan, what are you dazing for?"

Standing beside Jiang Xiaofan were Feng Mo and Yang Jun. Although they hadn’t been chosen and felt somewhat disappointed, they were still happy for Jiang Xiaofan’s selection.

After all, the daily effort Jiang Xiaofan put in far exceeded their own, and his roommates had all witnessed it.

Especially Yang Jun, who truly regretted from the bottom of his heart. Seeing Jiang Xiaofan’s hard work, he could only feel ashamed of himself.

"Jiang Xiaofan, aren’t you coming up?" Leng Jianfeng stood on the stage, his icy gaze fixed on Jiang Xiaofan.

Only then did Jiang Xiaofan snap back to reality, his eyes even brimming with tears.

Moved! Grateful!

He clenched his fists and bowed deeply to Leng Jianfeng, "Thank you, Instructor Leng! Thank you!"

Leng Jianfeng curled his lips dismissively, "Cut the crap and get up here!"

"Yes!"

Jiang Xiaofan gritted his teeth, ran out from the crowd, and honestly walked up onto the high platform.

So far, a total of fifteen students had been chosen to enter the second phase of the training.

"What? Jiang Xiaofan was also chosen? I totally disagree!" Lee Erdan, who had just been driven off the stage, saw even a mediocrity like Jiang Xiaofan get selected and immediately felt indignant.

"Yeah! Jiang Xiaofan, the one with the worst aptitude in the East Courtyard, who doesn’t know that? If he’s okay, then why the hell not me!"

"Shut up! If any of you have the guts, say that again! Xiao Fan is more hardworking than anyone!" Yang Jun clenched his fists and roared at those speaking disrespectfully.

"Hahaha! Hard work? Oh yes, what other choice does such a moron have but to be diligent?"

"A slow bird must start early; with his kind of mediocrity, if he doesn’t put in extra effort, he’ll be kicked out of Heavenly Position Academy in half a year!"

Such mockery was hard on the ears.

Friends like Yang Jun and Feng Mo spoke up to defend Jiang Xiaofan, and chaos immediately ensued below the stage.

Jiang Xiaofan clenched his fists. This naive youth, usually with little presence, in others’ eyes, was nothing more than a big lump, a big oaf!

Even though he worked harder than others, he still needed to practice the same move thirty or fifty times to match others’ three or five attempts.

How could he, such a mediocrity, have the right to directly participate in the second-stage training?

"Xiao Fan, don’t mind them." Ling Feng patted Jiang Xiaofan’s shoulder. "Their mouths are their own, use your strength to shut them up!"

"Big brother, I..." Jiang Xiaofan clenched his fist, "Can I really do it?"

"Of course, you can, because you are my brother, Ling Feng!" Ling Feng gave him an encouraging look.

"Everyone shut the hell up!"

When the ruckus below had reached its peak, Leng Jianfeng stepped forward and shouted angrily, "What? Do you have a problem with the people I’ve chosen?"

"We do have a problem!"

"Yes, we have a problem!"

Several youths who thought highly of themselves shouted back, teeth clenched.

Leng Jianfeng smirked, stroking his bearded chin, and chuckled, "I knew you’d be unconvinced! Hmph, a bunch of brats, daring to question my judgement? Fine, if you’re not satisfied, go challenge them! Whoever can defeat any one of them can take their place!"

"Instructor Leng, you said it!"

The most boisterous Lee Erdan pointed at Jiang Xiaofan and yelled, "I’ll be the first to challenge him! Jiang Xiaofan!"

Cold Sword Leng Jianfeng curled his lips and stepped aside as if watching a play, "If you’re dissatisfied, have a fight, Jiang Xiaofan, let him see your true skills!"

Ling Feng nodded as well, "Xiao Fan, go ahead and don’t let others look down on the brothers of Ling Feng!"

"Xiao Fan, you can do it!" Ouyang Jing and Zhou Kai both nodded vigorously at Jiang Xiaofan, casting him an encouraging look.

Jiang Xiaofan clenched his fists and slowly stepped forward, holding a standard Fine Iron Sword in his hand, and saluted Lee Erdan with a fist, "Disciple of the Yellow Character Sect Jiang Xiaofan, please enlighten me!"

Lee Erdan, with an arrogant face, contemptuously glanced at Jiang Xiaofan and said disdainfully, "Yellow Character Disciple, that’s the title of your masses! Let me, Lee Erdan, properly teach you a lesson!"

Having said that, he flamboyantly executed a beautiful movement technique, performing several somersaults in the air before steadily landing on the platform.

This guy made it clear he was mocking Jiang Xiaofan for actually having walked up to the high platform on foot.

Jiang Xiaofan gritted his teeth and suppressed the anger in his heart, "Please enlighten me!"

Devil Instructor Cold Sword Leng Jianfeng glanced at Jiang Xiaofan and then at Ling Feng standing to the side, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes, he mouthed, "You can start fighting at any time, don’t mind me!"

Lee Erdan raised his eyebrow and chuckled, "Jiang Xiaofan, considering we are fellow students from the same courtyard, you might as well surrender quickly. I don’t want to be labeled as a bully!"

Jiang Xiaofan gripped the Fine Iron Sword, adopting a starting stance, and said gravely, "I won’t admit defeat! No matter what, I will never give up!"

"Then it’s your own fault for seeking trouble, don’t blame me!"

Lee Erdan took a big step forward, and a dazzling treasure sword in his hand came unsheathed with a sound, revealing itself to be a Xuan Artifact Treasure Sword.

"Swish Swish Swish!"

Lee Erdan ostentatiously flaunted his swordsmanship, the Sword Blade swaying and pointing diagonally at the ground, assuming a cold and merciless demeanor, "Jiang Xiaofan, you make the first move! I’ll give you a three-move head start!"

Jiang Xiaofan, concentrating deeply, faced making a move in front of other students for the first time, feeling somewhat nervous.

In fact, even he himself did not know to what level his strength had reached.

"Then I won’t hold back!" Jiang Xiaofan gritted his teeth, channeled the True Qi within his body, and leaped into action. His movement technique looked quite impressive.

The students below were a bit surprised, "Eh? How come Jiang Xiaofan’s movement technique seems quite powerful?"

"It’s just appearances. After three moves, Jiang Xiaofan will lose."

"Well, that’s true, after all, he’s a dummy."

As the saying goes, time waits for no one!

Woosh!

In a flash, a brown sword light burst forth from Jiang Xiaofan’s hand as he stepped on the Rapid Light Step taught by Ling Feng. A most ordinary Fine Iron Sword emitted an astonishing Sword Qi.

This move, simple and unremarkable, was merely the "Fierce Tiger Descending the Mountain" from the Basic Swordsmanship.

However, his speed was indeed outrageously fast.

"Ha, as expected..." Lee Erdan sneered, about to mock, but discovered a terrifying momentum exploding in a flash. Jiang Xiaofan, who appeared rather silly, suddenly pounced like a fierce tiger.

His facial expression of mirth hadn’t even had time to fade when, caught off guard, he could only raise his sword to block.

Clang!

The sound of metal clashing was piercingly harsh, making the scalp of every student in the audience tingle!

The next moment, Lee Erdan felt as though he’d been heavily smashed by a hammer, stepping back crazily for more than a dozen paces and barely stabilizing himself at the edge of the high platform.

Even more astonishing to him, his right hand felt numb, and the palm holding the sword was still trembling!

His strength was terrifying indeed!