Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique
Chapter 231: A Draw?

Chapter 231: Chapter 231: A Draw?

"This... how is this possible?"

Standing below the high platform and watching the combat, Xia Zhengtao was completely astonished. He couldn’t believe that among the East Courtyard Yellow Sect students, there was another hidden dragon talent!

A young swordsman who was on par with "Little Sword God" Lee Bufan!

Xia Zhengtao even felt some anger. What were those enrollment staff doing; how could such an evildoer with heavenly resistance be categorized as a common Yellow Sect student?

You should know, if Lee Bufan were to be selected as one of the top ten hidden dragon talents, he would definitely be among the top three. Does this not mean that Ling Feng also possessed such talent!

"Your sword is very fast!"

Lee Bufan held his sword in his right hand, the sword edge pointing obliquely to the ground, as he stared at Ling Feng and spoke in a cold voice, "My name is Lee Bufan. Who are you, state your name!"

"Ling Feng!"

"Good! I will join the East Courtyard." Lee Bufan stood with his hands behind his back, proudly saying, "But before that, you and I will finish this battle!"

"That’s exactly my intention!"

Ling Feng eyed the cold-faced man and subtly took the stance of the "Eight-directions Break Profound" sword technique that Yan Cangtian had taught him.

Facing Lee Bufan, he had already sensed that even Xuan Rank Sword Techniques like Blood Lotus Sword Song and Moving Flower and Burying Jade Sword might be considered inferior.

"What a terrifying guy, able to stand on equal footing with the Chief!"

"Chief Ling Feng is someone who easily beats down Xuan Character Disciples!"

Student after student looked at one another with deep admiration in their eyes.

"So it turns out, Brother Ling’s strength is truly formidable to this extent!" Lio Yunfei swallowed hard, having known about Lee Bufan’s fearsomeness since childhood. He couldn’t believe that after six years, this Lee Bufan had become a mountain that could only be looked up to.

Similarly, Ling Feng’s strength also left him looking up in awe.

As for Qin Wanwan, seeing the two clashing, she was somewhat, her mind in turmoil.

...

"Hum!"

The sword blade trembled; Lee Bufan launched another fierce attack!

The sword blade swept across, delivering the "Eight-directions Break Profound" eight kills!

Eight sword flowers blossomed in an instant, like a spiritual snake flicking its tongue, thrusting straight at Ling Feng’s eight major acupoints!

"What a Lee Bufan!"

Intense brilliance burst from Ling Feng’s eyes. He executed the Carefree Sword Step, sidestepping with a flash, and with a quick flick of his wrist, also unleashed the "Eight-directions Break Profound" eight kills!

Clang clang clang!...

Eight continuous sounds of clashing sword blades erupted. The red sword flowers and the silver sword flowers collided with each other like crazy, sparking off bits of fire, scattering in all directions.

In the blink of an eye, amidst clashing swords, danger lurked at every turn!

In this kind of fast-paced swordfight, unless one had absolute confidence in oneself, a single mistake would mean a bloody demise on the spot!

Everyone was dazzled by the fight. This looked nothing like a battle between Yellow Sect students—it could easily pass for a clash between two master swordsmen, and no one would doubt it.

"This kid, it turns out he’s even more profound than I imagined! And his True Qi, it can explode to this extent instantly!"

Leng Jianfeng narrowed his eyes, focusing on the battling duo, thinking to himself: Good kid, who exactly are you?

"Good!"

Although Jiang Xiaofan couldn’t quite keep up with the speed of their swords, he couldn’t contain his excitement and started to shout frantically.

"Brilliant! That’s amazing!"

"Such impressive swordsmanship, worthy of the Chief indeed!"

"Also, that newcomer is quite impressive!"

The boys below cheered on, watching such a dazzling swordsmanship duel that they couldn’t help but deeply feel this was the true art of swordsmanship.

Clang clang clang!

The sound of sword blades clashing was incessant.

On the platform, figures flickered like ghosts, now bursting with red light, now dazzling with silver light!

As everyone’s eyes darted about, confused, they had no idea how many times these two young prodigies had crossed swords.

Fifteen minutes!

Ten minutes!

A full half an hour passed, and their fight continued!

Leng Jianfeng frowned; he had realized that the gap between them was minuscule, and unless one was killed, it was impossible to end the battle.

"Ah!" Leng Jianfeng sighed and shook his head as brilliant golden light shimmered around him. With a flash, he dashed into the fray.

Boom!

The ground suddenly exploded into a huge crater, throwing debris and stones wildly.

In the next moment, everyone saw at the center of the high platform, Leng Jianfeng, with one hand each, grabbed Ling Feng’s sword blade with his left and Lee Bufan’s sword blade with his right, holding both in place.

"Alright, if you keep fighting, it’ll be nightfall, and I still have class to teach!"

With that, Leng Jianfeng flung them, and a massive force swept out, hurling Ling Feng and Lee Bufan away.

Both retreated dozens of steps before they were able to steady themselves.

Lee Bufan’s gaze shifted to Leng Jianfeng and noticed his right hand trembled slightly, a smile hanging on his lips.

It seemed that when catching the final sword move, his attack had slightly gained the upper hand.

However, he did not see the bloodstain on Leng Jianfeng’s left palm, hidden behind his back—

—that was a sword cut from Ling Feng’s Ten Directions Annihilation!

In the end, strictly speaking, Ling Feng was slightly superior.

Nevertheless, Leng Jianfeng did not highlight these minor details, and thus the bout was considered a draw.

Seeing the students below looking unfulfilled, Leng Jianfeng grimaced and glowered at them, cursing, "What the hell are you all standing around for? Do you want to run fifty extra laps?"

"No, please no!"

Terrified, the Yellow Character Disciples quickly donned their 600-pound iron armor and began running around the Martial Arts Square with all their might.

"You kid, you did okay," Leng Jianfeng said, looking at Lee Bufan with a smirk, "Seeing as your performance was acceptable, just join the rest in the second phase of training."

Lee Bufan nodded slightly, glanced at Ling Feng, then walked aside without saying another word.

This man, indeed, was a man of few words, cold as frost!

"Hmm!"

Academician Xia Zhengtao had been waiting for a long time and finally saw the bout end. He exhaled deeply and said lightly, "Since Bufan, my nephew, wishes to stay at the East Courtyard, then I’ll leave him in your hands, Instructor Leng. I have some matters to attend to, so I will take my leave."

"Farewell to Academician Xia."

Watching Xia Zhengtao walk away, Leng Jianfeng mimed slapping him across the back of the head, muttering to himself: Old stickler, always so many annoying matters!

After grumbling for a bit, Leng Jianfeng turned back to face Ling Feng and the others, "You guys, come with me."

Ling Feng sheathed his Ten Directions Annihilation. The battle had been tough; aside from the Heavenly Punishment Sword Technique, he had used every move he had and still had not gained an advantage. This Lee Bufan was indeed formidable.

This also made him realize that on this vast continent, talents were as common as the fish in the river, too numerous to count. One could not afford to be complacent, believing in one’s invincibility—the reality was far from it.

With so many talents, the journey to stand at the peak was long and arduous!