Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique
Chapter 308 Ling Feng’s First Battle! (3rd update)

Chapter 308: Chapter 308 Ling Feng’s First Battle! (3rd update)

"Ling Feng, you rascal, you finally came back!"

Ye Nanfeng stepped forward and bumped Ling Feng’s shoulder, chuckling, "I knew it, you wouldn’t just kick the bucket like that!"

Ling Feng smiled faintly, "Yeah, I’m back. Sorry for keeping everyone waiting!"

"No matter what, it’s good that you’re back!"

Gong Cheng laughed heartily, "Alright, now’s not the time for chitchat. Let’s win this match first!"

Xue Xiaolin also gave Ling Feng an encouraging look.

With Ling Feng’s appearance, the momentum of the East Courtyard Sword Team instantly changed.

"Victory!"

Everyone exchanged smiles and returned to their positions.

The real match was just beginning!

"That kid..."

Yang Zhan’s expression changed slightly. Originally, defeating Lee Bufan could greatly undermine the morale of the East Courtyard Sword Team. With that, winning this match seemed almost certain.

However, with Ling Feng emerging halfway, the entire East Courtyard Sword Team was greatly invigorated.

This battle seemed to have returned to the starting point.

"Hmph, just a greenhorn kid, even replacing you, the East Courtyard Sword Team is still worthless!"

Yang Zhan swung his long sword and looked back at his team members, shouting, "Crush them!"

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

Both sides’ morale soared to its peak; this was a true team sword-fighting competition, not just a one-man show or battle.

Lee Bufan stood in the spectator seat, watching Ling Feng and his teammates form a seemingly indescribable momentum and fell into contemplation.

Goo Tengfeng glanced at Lee Bufan, a slight smile on his face.

This was the charm of the Sword Fighting Arena and the charm of teamwork.

On the Sword Fighting Platform, there were no strongest swordsmen, only the most perfect team, the most exquisite cooperation!

As both sides’ morale soared to a peak, the real contest between the two sword teams officially began.

"Ye Nanfeng, cut in, be careful of their Array Master!"

Gong Cheng immediately started commanding adjustments. Although Lee Bufan was a bit reckless just now, he did reveal some of North Court Team 2’s cards. For example, their flag guard turned out to be a rare Array Master, which cannot be underestimated.

"Don’t worry, deputy captain. Leave the breakthrough to me; you guys just hold the fort!"

Ye Nanfeng laughed loudly, waving his long sword as he charged into the attacking and defending zone, facing his old opponent.

It was a short-haired boy with a square face, who had cultivation similar to his, around forty-plus meridians.

In a one-on-one fight, it was hard for them to decide a winner in a short time.

However, this was a team competition!

"Hmph, even adding another Yellow Character Disciple, they’re nothing but the weakest of the Five Academies!"

Yang Zhan shouted loudly, rallying his teammates’ spirits, charging into the East Courtyard’s attack and defense zone at the forefront.

Since the East Courtyard Sword Team opted for a conservative strategy, the initiative in battle naturally fell into North Court Team 2’s hands.

Clang clang clang!

For a moment, the clash was fierce.

Flashes of light could be seen all around, and the battle between the two teams entered a stalemate.

"Your opponent is me!"

A green-robed man launched a movement technique, directly blocking Ling Feng. He was also a master with over forty meridians, at least not weaker than Ye Nanfeng.

"Is that so?"

Ling Feng had a slight curve at the corner of his mouth, moving like lightning, combining "Shadow Form’s" Carefree Sword Step, making him appear even more elusive and illusory. The green-robed man only saw a blur before his eyes, and Ling Feng had already broken through his defense.

"What?"

Yang Zhan was dumbfounded; why did this guy seem faster than Lee Bufan!

No, it wasn’t just speed. It was more agile and unpredictable.

Below the platform, Lee Bufan widened his eyes; Ling Feng seemed to have grown even stronger!

"To think, the Wind and Thunder Sword Tower trip enhanced Ling Feng’s power. It seems that his level will soon reach the standard of a real team!"

Goo Tengfeng nodded secretly, appreciating the composure Ling Feng displayed, something Lee Bufan lacked.

"Brilliant dodge!"

Ye Nanfeng laughed, cleaving his opponent with a sword, and shouted loudly, "Ling Feng, charge the formation with me!"

"Not a chance!"

Yang Zhan immediately organized a defense, "Change formation, defend! Defend!"

He realized Ling Feng was entirely different from Lee Bufan; he knew how to cooperate, and his strength...

Yang Zhan couldn’t quite discern it!

"Hahaha, when the elder brother takes action, the opponents falter!"

In the audience, Ouyang Jing laughed heartily.

Jiang Xiaofan, Yang Jun, Feng Mo, and others were also pumped up, waving their fists and shouting loudly, "Go, Brother! East Courtyard Sword Team for the win!"

"Where did that guy learn such an impressive movement technique? Its grade likely isn’t below Earth-level, right?"

Qiaoqiao stared wide-eyed, even though Miss Qiaoqiao herself, the most favored maid by the young lady of the Cangqiong Sect, had only cultivated an Upper Xuan-grade movement technique.

"Should be from the Wind and Thunder Sword Tower."

Yue Yunlan’s vision was far superior to Qiaoqiao’s and she immediately recognized that Ling Feng’s movement technique seemed to have undergone a transformation since last seen at the Cangqiong Sect, although its essence remained unchanged.

Being able to merge two movement techniques into one, Ling Feng’s comprehension was simply extraordinary!

Even Yue Yunlan felt a twinge of inferiority.

On the Sword Fighting Platform.

The pressure Ling Feng alone exerted forced North Court Team 2 to choose a comprehensive defense.

As long as Ling Feng was isolated, his outcome would be the same as Lee Bufan’s.

"Hmph, not daring to attack now?"

Ye Nanfeng laughed loudly, swinging his long sword and moving side by side with Ling Feng, gradually compressing the opponents’ attack and defense zone.

If the opponents kept retreating to the Flag Guarding Zone, their defensive space would become very limited. Any defensive lapse would inevitably lead to their Flying Snake Battle Flag falling!

Gong Cheng and Lin Mochen followed closely behind, preventing the opponent from seizing the opportunity to break through while exerting offensive pressure.

Then, Xue Xiaolin made a hand formation, spreading a green light centered on her, forming a pale green aura. Anyone enveloped by Xue Xiaolin’s aura could rapidly recover their True Qi.

This was Xue Xiaolin’s ability, a powerful recovery ability, an unparalleled existence in long, evenly matched battles between two teams.

"Damn!"

By this point, Yang Zhan was already beginning to panic.

"All of them pressing forward? Very well! Then next, Zhu Xun, it’s your time to shine!"

A cunning glint appeared in Yang Zhan’s eyes; their choice of full-scale defense was not truly out of fear of Ling Feng alone.

No, it was an act of luring the enemy deeper!

"Rest assured, captain, this match is already over!"

Zhu Xun nodded, as the fastest member of North Court Team 2, even though Ling Feng displayed astonishing speed just now, Zhu Xun was mildly surprised but not overly flustered.

Because his speed was on Ling Feng’s level, even if not quite matching, not far off.

"Hmph, do you think your speed is impressive?"

Zhu Xun activated his sword move, launching several streaks of Sword Qi toward Ling Feng. With a flash of his gaze, he directly broke through from Ling Feng’s right side.

"Nothing special!"

Zhu Xun smirked. He used Sword Qi to disrupt and tricked everyone with his superb acting.

This guy dared to forcibly break through right in front of Ling Feng, the fastest guy.

"Then next, my opponent is just one!"

Zhu Xun fixated on Xue Xiaolin, just a woman, especially the kind of martial artist only good at support, without teammates it was as simple as slicing through butter.

Watch closely, this match was about to end!

Zhu Xun’s eyes were filled with intense excitement, as if he already saw the opponent’s Dragon Slayer Flag getting cleaved by his sword.