Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique
Chapter 307: The King Returns! (2 more)

Chapter 307: Chapter 307: The King Returns! (2 more)

"This impulsive guy!"

Lin Mochen circulated his True Qi, striking the protecting barrier fiercely with his sword and then turned to Gong Cheng, "Vice captain, what should we do now? With just the two of us, breaking through this barrier would take at least fifty breaths. By that time, Lee Bufan might be done for!"

"Give up! We have to give up on him!"

Gong Cheng hesitated repeatedly but finally made a tough decision.

We have to give up on him!

According to the rules of the sword-fighting tournament, if a team member got injured, there was still a chance to replace them with a substitute.

If they put Yuu Sixian in, they might still have a chance against North Court Team 2 and make it a fifty-fifty match.

"Kid, lasting this long, you’ve already done quite well! It’s a pity you joined the wrong team!"

Yang Zhan laughed heartily, swinging his heavy sword with the momentum of a thousand catties.

Lee Bufan was affected by the sword speed and weakening force field, while Yang Zhan and his team continuously received boosts from their teammates.

The importance of the flag guard became apparent at this moment.

Generally, flag guards cultivated some auxiliary cultivation techniques, like the deceleration field and protecting barrier of North Court Team 2’s flag guard, which were both incredibly powerful auxiliary abilities.

North Court, being the strongest among the Five Academies aside from the Central Courtyard, even their second team was a formidable force in the Sword Fighting Arena.

Yet Lee Bufan recklessly charged into the opponent’s attack and defense zone, effectively abandoning all aid from Xue Xiaolin.

From the start, the East Courtyard Sword Team had been in an awkward four-against-five situation due to Lee Bufan’s personal mistakes.

Thus, in team sword-fighting competitions, it was never a one-person battle.

Especially in such a place teeming with geniuses.

"Final strike, Wild Blade Mountain Breaking Slash!"

Yang Zhan unleashed tremendous strength, and as long as he knocked Lee Bufan out, the opponent would lose morale; even if they substituted someone in, the outcome of the match was already sealed.

Boom!

Lee Bufan was knocked back by a sword. The other two opponents had already moved in, their powerful Sword Qi tearing his clothes and piercing two bloody holes into his back.

Sizzle!

Blood splattered, dripping onto the ground of the Sword Fighting Platform, and Lee Bufan’s body fell heavily.

After more than thirty breaths of resistance, Lee Bufan finally got injured.

"Heh, admit defeat!"

Yang Zhan sneered. So what if he was the Little Sword God?

A rookie still had to obediently admit defeat on this Sword Fighting Platform!

"Substitution!"

Gong Cheng shouted loudly, "We, the East Courtyard Sword Team, want to use our substitution opportunity!"

"Hmph, suit yourself." Yang Zhan kicked Lee Bufan away, a disdainful look in his eyes as he coldly sneered, "Lee Bufan, many geniuses have fallen at my hands, you’re not the first, and won’t be the last, so recognize your position. Genius? On the Sword Fighting Platform, there are no geniuses, only swordsmen!"

Although Yang Zhan’s arrogance was indeed excessive, what he said was undoubtedly the survival rule on the Sword Fighting Platform.

If everyone fancied themselves geniuses, thinking they could fight one against five, they’d be gravely mistaken.

Such geniuses were not unheard of, but there were always heaven beyond the heavens, and people beyond the people!

There were never a shortage of geniuses in the Empire!

Lee Bufan clenched his fists, using the long sword to support his body, slowly standing up, his eyes filled with determination, "I... I can still continue..."

"Step down!"

Gong Cheng took a deep breath, saying no more; this was the Sword Fighting Platform, the battleground for swordsmen.

Upon stepping onto the Sword Fighting Platform, one must absolutely obey the captain’s orders.

With strong unwillingness and humiliation, Lee Bufan stepped down from the Sword Fighting Platform.

It was the first time the "Little Sword God" Lee Bufan tasted such a bitter defeat.

Lee Bufan clenched his fist, one step at a time, leaving the Sword Fighting Platform.

"We need to put in the substitute player, Yuu..."

Gong Cheng felt unusually heavy-hearted, realizing that his first command as captain ended in such a way.

Even if Yuu Sixian went up, the result would probably not...

"Why not let me?"

Just then, a magnetic voice emerged at the venue’s entrance.

Gong Cheng’s eyelids twitched, this voice was clearly...

Ling Feng!

"Big brother! It’s big brother!"

Jiang Xiaofan immediately jumped up, laughing loudly, "Big brother is back!!!"

Ouyang Jing also shouted loudly, "The king has returned!"

"He’s not dead?" Goo Tengfeng was first taken aback, then his eyes filled with intense excitement and surprise.

Ling Feng’s return meant there was hope for this match!

"Damn, this guy..." Yuu Sixian initially prepared to go on stage but paused when he suddenly saw Ling Feng’s figure, "Haha, I knew he wasn’t meant to have a short life! Hahaha..."

"Wow wow wow, miss, miss, miss, that fool has come!" Qiaoqiao excitedly shook Yue Yunlan’s delicate body, yelling, like an excited eighteen-year-old child.

"I see!" Yue Yunlan couldn’t help but roll her eyes at Qiaoqiao, a slight smile appearing at the corners.

After all, she had heard some rumors saying that Ling Feng had already died in the Wind and Thunder Sword Tower, but now that Ling Feng appeared, all those rumors were dispelled.

"How will he win this match?"

A hint of a smile tugged at the corners of Yue Yunlan’s mouth, like the gentle spring breeze of February, intoxicating.

"Is that kid Ling Feng? Damn, wasn’t that kid dead?" The North Courtyard student who had been saying Ling Feng was dead was dumbfounded.

"Slapped, huh? Haha, that kid is very powerful, this time the East Courtyard Sword Team is sure to win!" Conversely, the East Courtyard students felt a sense of pride and excitement.

Although the East Courtyard had been weak for a long time, they were still students of the East Courtyard and naturally didn’t want to see their team lose to the North Court’s second team.

"Hmph, so what if he’s not dead? Just a Yellow Character Disciple, wanting to save the world? I think he’s probably not even as good as Lee Bufan."

"Pah, just watch; the East Courtyard will definitely win!"

"Tch, the North Court will win!"

Suddenly, before anything happened on the Sword Fighting Platform, the audience erupted into cheers.

...

"Ling Feng, haha, you brat!"

Gong Cheng smiled knowingly, "Alright, let’s send Ling Feng up!"

Lin Mochen, Ye Nanfeng, and Xue Xiaolin all looked at Ling Feng expectantly.

At this moment, their momentum completely changed, no longer defeated but instead filled with vigorous energy!

Lee Bufan clenched his fists, silently walking off the Sword Fighting Platform, heading to the audience area.

He didn’t leave because he wanted to see how, if it were Ling Feng, he could turn the tide?

Goo Tengfeng saw Lee Bufan stay to watch, a hint of a smile appearing on his lips.

When Lee Bufan was willing to put aside his arrogance, he would become a formidable swordsman.

With Ling Feng and Lee Bufan joining the East Courtyard Sword Team, they would surely stand out among the southeast, southwest, and northern four academies, engaging in a battle with the most powerful Central Courtyard of the Five Academies.

Perhaps even representing the Heavenly Position Academy, facing off against other strong teams from the three major academies at the peak sword team battle in the Imperial Conference Venue, gaining that unparalleled glory!

Goo Tengfeng felt a surge of warmth in his heart.

"Thank you!"

Ling Feng smiled faintly, stepping forward, step by step, under all gazes, slowly walking onto the Sword Fighting Platform.

At this moment, another figure rushed breathlessly into the venue, hands on her hips, panting heavily.

"Huff... huff... huff..."

Lin Xian’er, having chased Ling Feng’s speed, was nearly exhausted, now realizing that Ling Feng’s speed had reached such a terrifying level.

"Damn Ling Feng, I hate... hate you, hate you so much!"

Lin Xian’er gasped for a long time, her eyes looking at the high platform, realizing that Ling Feng had already ascended the Sword Fighting Platform, and the battle was imminent!