Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique
Chapter 773 - 774: Defeat You, No Need to Draw the Sword! (4 more)

Chapter 773: Chapter 774: Defeat You, No Need to Draw the Sword! (4 more)

"How about it? Do you dare to bet?"

Yaan Shuying’s phoenix eyes fixed on Ling Feng; with the Royal Sword Team’s main force player, Lio Fenyu, as her ally, she was utterly confident of victory.

"Brother Feng, don’t fall for her trick!"

Lin Mochen hurriedly stepped forward, grabbing Ling Feng, "Brother Feng, what’s essential in a bet is the very word ’bet.’ Since it’s a wager, it must start with fairness. That woman is clearly trying to pull a fast one, calling a mere word a stake. If she utters one nonsense sentence that happens to be right, wouldn’t you be at a huge loss!"

"That’s right, well argued."

Ling Feng nodded. Lin Mochen was indeed the East Courtyard Sword Team’s notorious "gambling ghost." He might not stand out in other areas, but when it came to gambling, he was an expert!

"You!" Yaan Shuying’s brows furrowed; clearly irritated that her ploy had been exposed, she was itching with rage.

"Miss, you don’t need to be so angry. In a gamble, stakes must naturally be fair. You want Brother Feng to do alchemy, kneel, and kowtow, but your own bet hardly seems sincere enough!"

Lin Mochen crossed his arms and said with flair.

Yaan Shuying’s face turned cold as she glared at Lin Mochen, "Then what do you propose?"

"Heh heh!" Lin Mochen turned to Ling Feng, "Brother Feng, my suggestion is this: besides that so-called clue, the stakes must be the same on both sides. If we win, she must also kneel down and call Brother Feng ’master’ whenever she sees him. That would be fair!"

"Don’t even think about it!" Yaan Shuying, ever so proud, was treated almost like a princess since childhood. To have her kowtow to Ling Feng?

In her dreams!

"Scared of losing to Lio Fenyu?"

Ling Feng’s eyebrows rose sharply, "It wasn’t me who wanted to bet with you. If you don’t want to bet, you can leave right now!"

"You! You...!"

Yaan Shuying was at a loss for words, stuttering without producing any argument, just burning with frustration.

Then, Lio Fenyu stepped forward, "Miss Shuying, rest assured, handling these folks is as simple as crushing ants. It doesn’t matter whether they come at me one by one or all at once; they’re just a mob of stinking fish and rotten shrimp."

Yaan Shuying finally regained some composure. Although the bet was risky, Lio Fenyu’s strength was such that even Yaan Jinghong had personally mentioned it would take at least a hundred moves to defeat him.

And Ling Feng, in his last exchange with Yaan Jinghong, had managed to withstand a move but had clearly been at a disadvantage.

With Lio Fenyu stepping in, Ling Feng and his team had no chance of winning.

"Good, Senior Brother Lio, I have faith in you." Yaan Shuying gave Lio Fenyu a sweet smile, then turned to Ling Feng, "Mister Ling, you’d better prepare yourself to kowtow obediently to me!"

Ling Feng’s eyebrows rose, his gaze fixed on Lio Fenyu, he said indifferently: "Did you just say that all of us together?"

"That’s right! You bunch of stinking fish and rotten shrimp, if you want to come at me together, go ahead. It also prevents me, a member of the Royal Sword Team, from being accused of bullying the weak!"

Lio Fenyu wore a look of disdain. Among these people, there wasn’t even a single Martial Artist at the Divine Origin Realm. To him, they were nothing more than a mob.

"Hmph, our East Courtyard Sword Team doesn’t need the whole team to gang up on one person!"

Ling Feng pursed his lips and gestured toward Tuoba Yan with his fingers, speaking calmly: "Since you are a member of the Royal Sword Team, beating you in a one-on-one might be embarrassing for you. So, I’ll make the tough call to join forces with a little maid by my side and take you on together! That way, if you lose, you can still claim that we won because of our numbers, saving some face!"

"Damn it!"

Lio Fenyu was so enraged that fire seemed to shoot from his crown, as he fixed a cold stare on Ling Feng, "Stop showing off your sharp tongue! In a moment, you will realize just how formidable I am!"

Tuoba Yan secretly chuckled to herself: This Ling Feng is indeed slick.

Anyone in the field allying with Ling Feng probably didn’t stand much of a chance, but allied with her, the emergence of the Heavenly Strategy Treasure would undoubtedly lead to Lio Fenyu’s certain defeat.

However, aside from Tuoba Yan, none of the others knew this, and all exhibited looks of concern.

"Big brother, let me join you. At least I can take a hit and share some of the attacks for you," Jiang Xiaofan hurried forward, his face etched with worry.

"Ling Feng, let me help you. After all, I am the captain of the first team."

Lee Bufan, Mu Qianxue, and a few others quickly approached, but before they could speak, they were interrupted by Ling Feng, "Don’t worry, Yan’er and I are more than enough!"

"This..."

Everyone sighed lightly, completely baffled by what Ling Feng was hiding up his sleeve.

Lio Fenyu glanced at Tuoba Yan, and even though he could see the girl was no simple character, with his fourth level peak cultivation in the Divine Origin Realm, he felt no fear at all.

Yaan Shuying saw Tuoba Yan step forward, her brows almost knitting together in agitation as she gritted her teeth, "Senior Brother Lio, you’d better teach them a good lesson for me, especially that maid. Slap her thirty times before anything else!"

That woman was truly vengeful, having received three slaps from Tuoba Yan the last time, this time she wanted to return the favor tenfold.

"Rest assured, Miss Shuying, I will properly discipline this cheap maid!" Although Tuoba Yan’s beauty was in no way inferior to Yaan Shuying’s, Lio Fenyu showed no mercy or compassion; the aura around him swirled, blowing tables and chairs to one side, clearing out a spacious area in the elegant room. Then, with a leap, he jumped in, and a fiery-red long sword swiftly emerged from its scabbard in his hand.

Lio Fenyu’s gaze fixated on Ling Feng, his voice cold and menacing, "Brat, within three moves, I will beat you like a dead dog!"

The moment these words were uttered, the onlookers who were there to enjoy the show immediately turned their unblinking gazes toward the private room, and even patrons in the tea house across the street peered through the windows to watch the events unfold.

The main player from the Royal Sword Team and the recently prominent Ling Feng were about to have a showdown in Mingding Pavilion; such an opportunity didn’t come by often.

"Wow, this is going to be a good show!"

"Once these two start fighting, I wonder who will win?"

"Nonsense, of course, it will be Lio Fenyu of the Royal Sword Team. He was once the most outstanding talent of Heavenly Position Academy. Now it’s just a senior teaching a junior, there’s no suspense at all."

"That’s hilarious, but that’s only the usual case. Who is Ling Feng, after all? He’s no ordinary person!"

"..."

The crowd began to buzz with discussion, but it was clear that everyone had overlooked the presence of Tuoba Yan; after all, she was just a "little maid" in their eyes, and to them, Ling Feng was merely using this maid to humiliate Lio Fenyu.

Under everyone’s gaze, Ling Feng finally made his move!

Ling Feng shrugged his shoulders slightly and exchanged glances with Tuoba Yan. Together they stepped forward, landing in the middle of the cleared space. Ling Feng’s hands folded across his chest, contempt written plain on his face, "To defeat you, there’s no need for me to draw a sword! I’ll let my little maid take care of it!"

After saying this, Ling Feng lightly placed his palm on Tuoba Yan’s shoulder. Instantly, the Heavenly Strategy Treasure within her responded to Ling Feng’s presence, trembling with a hum. It then materialized around Tuoba Yan, with a dazzling light that radiated outward, impossible for anyone to directly look at.