The Art of Chaotic Divinity-Chapter 765: Qi Deviation

"Hmph! Don't even think about escaping!"

Mu Liufeng let out a low growl as his aura surged, causing the flames of the fiery wall to erupt violently. Born with the Flaming Sun Body, his affinity for fire surpassed even Ling Feng's.

However, despite the overwhelming dominance of his flames, they proved ineffective against Ling Feng's third-phase Devouring Flame. Instead of dispersing it, Mu Liufeng's fire seemed to recoil, as if on the verge of being devoured itself.

By the time Mu Liufeng realized this, Li Bufan had already dashed toward Jiang Xiaofan's position.

"Damn it!"

A cold glint flashed in Mu Liufeng's eyes as he prepared to strike at Li Bufan again. But before he could, a figure cloaked in raging flames intercepted him. Though the flames were far smaller in scale than his own, they showed no fear against his fiery onslaught.

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"Your opponent is me!"

Ling Feng swept his sword outward, unleashing the Lingtian Sword Force. The Slaughterous Sword Will and Reincarnated Sword Will intertwined as his blade danced with an otherworldly grace. Thanks to his recent comprehension of the Art of Simple Detachment, his swordsmanship had reached a transcendent level—every seemingly ordinary strike carried profound mysteries.

Despite Mu Liufeng's overwhelming brute strength, his swordsmanship paled in comparison to Ling Feng's. In this battle, Mu Liufeng attacked like a ravenous beast, while Ling Feng moved with effortless fluidity, his movements a mesmerizing sight.

Meanwhile, Li Bufan reached Jiang Xiaofan's side. Just as Ling Feng had predicted, Jiang Xiaofan was no match for Li Yunting alone. Only by working together could they hope to stall him.

"Big Brother Li, why are you here? What about Big Brother Ling—"

Jiang Xiaofan's forehead was drenched in sweat. Under Li Yunting's relentless pressure, he had already pushed himself to his limits.

"Don't worry. That guy won't lose to anyone!"

Li Bufan brandished his sword. Though Ling Feng's treatment had restored much of his right arm's functionality, he was still forced to wield his blade with his left hand, significantly weakening his combat prowess.

Even so, with Jiang Xiaofan handling offense, Ling Feng focusing on defense, and Xue Xiaolin providing support buffs, even Li Yunting would struggle to break through and capture the Canglong battle flag.

...

Back on the other side of the battlefield, Mu Liufeng grew increasingly enraged. His proudest flames were useless against Ling Feng, and his raw strength couldn't even graze his opponent's robes.

"Roar!"

His eyes bloodshot, Mu Liufeng glared at Ling Feng, flames erupting wildly around him. A faint trace of black energy seeped from between his brows.

"This is..."

Ling Feng's eyelids twitched. As a Daoist physician, he immediately recognized the signs—Mu Liufeng was on the verge of qi deviation.

"You'd risk everything just for power?"

Ling Feng's expression darkened. He knew that Mu Liufeng's Flaming Sun Body likely granted him the ability to forcefully enhance his strength. However, this kind of breakthrough wasn't the result of refined cultivation or unwavering mental discipline.

If one's mindset hasn't reached the level needed for a breakthrough, yet their cultivation forcibly surpasses that threshold, an unstable foundation could lead to severe consequences.

In the worst-case scenario, they could fall into qi deviation, their vitality gradually depleting until they wither away.

"DIE!"

Mu Liufeng lunged like a frenzied beast, his consciousness blurring under the torrent of power surging within him. All he knew was the primal urge to tear his enemy apart.

"Mu Liufeng, you've come a long way to reach this level—stop pushing your energy beyond its limits before it's too late!"

Ling Feng activated the Boundless Sword Steps, barely dodging Mu Liufeng's strike. However, the force of the attack still tore through the front of his robes, leaving three shallow gashes on his chest as blood splattered.

"He's losing it..."

Ling Feng's expression turned grave. He could understand Mu Liufeng's desperation for victory, but the man had overestimated his own willpower. Without the mental strength to control his power, he was now reaping the consequences.

"What's wrong with Mu Liufeng today? He's never fought so recklessly before."

On the judges' platform, a mentor from the Central Court frowned. He had once instructed Mu Liufeng in sword theory and knew him as a man of cold confidence and precision.

But now?

There was only bestial madness.

This wasn't the Mu Liufeng anyone recognized.

Even his most ardent female supporters in the crowd fell silent, stunned by the monstrous figure he had become.

"What's happening to Senior Brother Mu?"

"Heavens, he's attacking again! Ling Feng's hurt, but why is Senior Brother Mu abandoning his sword?"

"This is bad—Ling Feng's in danger!"

Lin Xian'er's heart leaped into her throat as she watched Ling Feng, once composed, now struggling under Mu Liufeng's savage assault.

"Big Brother!"

"Brother Feng!"

Ouyang Jing, Wang Yishan, and the others held their breaths, eyes locked onto the battle. Though chaos reigned across the arena, none of the clashes were as brutal—or as perilous—as the one between Ling Feng and Mu Liufeng.

"That bastard..." Tuoba Yan bit her lip, fighting the urge to rush onto the stage.

If she and Ling Feng combined their power to activate the Tiance Mirror, they could surely defeat Mu Liufeng in this state. After all, even Shen Lang—who had once wielded the Curse of the Wine God—had fallen before the mirror's might. Mu Liufeng was nothing in comparison.

But this was a match. She couldn't interfere!

"Grandpa, what's wrong with that Mu Liufeng guy? He's gone completely mad!"

Deng Yongshi clenched her fists, unable to stay calm after seeing Ling Feng injured.

"Most likely..." General Deng's expression darkened. "He's on the verge of qi deviation."

At the same time, the judges on the main platform noticed Mu Liufeng's condition. Almost simultaneously, they rose from their seats.

"Vice-Director Tong, Mu Liufeng is on the verge of qi deviation. Should we—?" Ye Guichen turned to Tong Chengtai, awaiting orders to halt the match.

Tong Chengtai took a deep breath, then slowly shook his head. "Wait. Everyone on that stage is fighting for their dreams. Even Mu Liufeng, despite his state, still burns with the desire to win. If we end it now, none of them will accept it."

"Understood."

Ye Guichen nodded and turned to an assistant. "Fetch the academy's best Daoist physician. Now."

Tong Chengtai slowly sat back down, his gaze fixed intently on the stage. If the situation spiraled out of control, he would step in without hesitation—he would never allow a student to die under his watch.