The Art of Chaotic Divinity-Chapter 753: Personal Grudge

"The second round of the Five Courts' Sword Team Grand Competition officially begins today! Team captains, please step forward to draw lots and determine your team numbers!"

With a loud shout from the head judge, Tong Chengtai, the captains of the five teams that had advanced to the second round leaped onto the grand sword fighting platform.

In the center of the platform was a sealed box containing five jade slips, each marked with a number from "one" to "five."

The team that drew "one" would naturally be the first to compete.

And the first match would pit team "one" against team "five."

Soon, the results of the draw were announced.

Team One: East Court's Sword Team

Team Two: Central Court's Second Team

Team Three: North Court's Sword Team

Team Four: Central Court's Third Team

Team Five: West Court's Sword Team

This meant that East Court's Sword Team would be the first to compete in the second round, facing off against West Court's Sword Team!

"Damn, boss, your luck is terrible! You drew number one right away!"

As soon as Gu Tengfeng stepped down, Ye Nanfeng couldn't help but mutter under his breath.

"Explain to me why drawing number one is bad luck?" Gu Tengfeng shot him a glare and clenched his fist. "We win with strength, no matter the number!"

"Still, being the first to go up is a bit annoying!"

Seeing Gu Tengfeng's expression darken, Ye Nanfeng's voice grew quieter, losing all confidence.

"West Court's Sword Team was ranked fourth among the five courts' sword teams previously. I'll just swap out Mo Chen for this match."

Gu Tengfeng cracked his knuckles and spoke calmly.

"Captain, let me take this one!"

Ling Feng's lips curled into a faint smile. "As it happens, I have a bit of a personal grudge with the captain of West Court's Sword Team. It's time to settle it."

"Ugh..."

Gu Tengfeng glanced at Xuanyuan Ao in the opposing team's area and then nodded. "Alright, you're up!"

Back when Ling Feng had first joined Tianwei Academy, Xuanyuan Ao had once come charging in with an intimidating aura, trying to stand up for his teammate and confront Ling Feng.

Although Vice-Director Tong Chengtai had intervened and resolved the matter, the bad blood between them had been established.

Normally, Ling Feng wouldn't bother remembering someone like Xuanyuan Ao, but since they had crossed paths again, it was time to show him what "the tides of fortune" truly meant!

In the past, Xuanyuan Ao had been a formidable opponent, but now, he wasn't even worthy of carrying Ling Feng's shoes.

After a brief discussion, East Court's Sword Team finalized their lineup: Gong Cheng, Ling Feng, Ye Nanfeng, Yu Sixian, and Xue Xiaolin.

As for Li Bufan, Jiang Xiaofan, and especially Mu Qianxue—their trump card—it was far too early to bring them into play.

"Both sword teams, please step onto the platform!"

At the judge's command, the members of both teams leaped onto the stage.

"Wow!"

The moment East Court's Sword Team's lineup was revealed, the audience erupted in excitement.

"Ling Feng is on the stage!"

"Haha, it was worth coming early to get a seat! Ling Feng is finally competing!"

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Countless spectators who had come specifically to cheer for Ling Feng were now electrified, their excitement palpable.

"Haha, Big Brother is about to make his move!"

Ouyang Jing excitedly hugged Zhou Yun beside him, laughing heartily.

"You brat, always finding excuses to get close to my sister! Take this!"

Zhou Kai glared at Ouyang Jing and delivered a heavy knock on his head.

Rubbing his head, Ouyang Jing muttered to himself, "Damn it! This guy is such a sis-con!"

"Haha, he's finally on the stage!"

Qin Wanwan, Lin Xian'er, and the others were equally thrilled, their eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Not only were the spectators excited, but the members of the other sword teams also focused their attention on the match. With a heavyweight like Ling Feng stepping onto the stage, this was the perfect opportunity to observe his techniques.

"Liufeng, pay close attention to Ling Feng's every move. Although he won't need to reveal much of his true strength against West Court's Sword Team, we might still find a weakness."

Li Yunting whispered to a young man cloaked in black beside him.

This young man was none other than Mu Liufeng, known as the "Invincible War God."

"At this point, he's no longer my match. There's no need to watch," Mu Liufeng replied with an air of arrogance. "My only rival is Yan Jinghong."

With that, Mu Liufeng closed his eyes again, completely disinterested in the match.

"Sigh..."

Li Yunting let out a soft sigh. Mu Liufeng's power had grown too quickly, and while that was a good thing, Li Yunting couldn't help but feel a sense of unease.

Mu Liufeng's temperament had changed drastically, a clear sign of the early stages of qi deviation. Yet, Li Yunting had his own reasons for not addressing it.

He needed Mu Liufeng's strength, even if it came at the cost of his stability.

"Ling Feng! Ling Feng! Ling Feng!"

The entire arena erupted in deafening cheers, as Ling Feng's popularity reached an unprecedented high.

"Damn it!"

On the other side, West Court's Sword Team didn't look nearly as composed.

Their captain, Xuanyuan Ao, wore a grim expression, his fear of Ling Feng evident.

Once, he had relied on his superior cultivation to intimidate Ling Feng. Now, Ling Feng's strength was something he could only look up to.

Although Xuanyuan Ao had made significant progress over the past six months, compared to Ling Feng—who had managed to withstand a blow from Yan Jinghong—he knew they were no longer on the same level.

"Captain..."

The vice-captain of West Court's Sword Team noticed Xuanyuan Ao's tense expression and felt a wave of unease.

Xuanyuan Ao, a seasoned veteran, took a deep breath and gritted his teeth. "Hmph, we're not some third-rate team like North Court's Second Team. It's just Ling Feng. I'll hold him off while the rest of you find an opening to break through!"

"As long as we can contain Ling Feng, the others are nothing! Let's give it our all!"

Xuanyuan Ao clenched his jaw. East Court's Sword Team had only sent Ling Feng as their main force. If they could secure two out of three matches, they wouldn't lose too badly.

"Alright!"

The members of West Court's Sword Team shouted in unison. Both sides took their positions, and the match officially began.

"Ling Feng."

Gong Cheng quickly analyzed the situation and began issuing instructions.

"Vice-Captain, this is personal. Let me handle it."

Ling Feng's eyes gleamed with determination as his figure shot forward like a ghost.

"Haha, Vice-Captain, while teamwork is important in sword teams, it only matters when the teams are evenly matched. But with Brother Feng here, it's going to be a one-sided slaughter!"

Ye Nanfeng laughed heartily, slinging his sword over his shoulder as he watched Ling Feng's retreating figure with great interest.

This was going to be Ling Feng's solo performance!

"Ugh..."

Gong Cheng's mouth twitched slightly. Indeed, with Ling Feng's strength, this match was destined to be a one-sided massacre!