The Art of Chaotic Divinity

Chapter 311: Royal Sword Team

"Thank you, Yang Zhan!"

Gu Tengfeng bowed to Yang Zhan. After all, it was him who invited Yang Zhan to test the newcomer, Ling Feng. Yang Zhan had graciously agreed to Gu Tengfeng's request without hesitation.

Although the competition between the five courts was fierce, it did not prevent the members of the teams from becoming friends.

"Gu Tengfeng, your team members..." Yang Zhan said with a bitter smile, "They've grown so quickly! The morale of the whole team is completely different now!"

"Hahaha..." Gu Tengfeng laughed heartily. "If there were no changes, would I have asked you to test their abilities?"

"You rascal!" Yang Zhan sighed lightly. "Are you satisfied now? I thought I could teach your newbies a lesson and show them the harshness of the sword fighting platform, but unexpectedly..."

Yang Zhan paused, feeling a sense of helplessness. "The sword fighting platform is indeed very cruel!"

"There’s no need to hide it. If that guy from your team hadn’t gone out on a mission, your North Court's second team could have reached an even higher level."

"A loss is a loss. I'm not someone who can't accept defeat."

Yang Zhan shook his head. "Alright, Gu Tengfeng, I hope you can achieve your dream this time and truly have a battle with the Royal Sword Team!"

"The Royal Sword Team!"

A sharp glint flashed in Gu Tengfeng's eyes but quickly subsided. "Even if there is the slightest chance, I will definitely take it!"

Yang Zhan felt a domineering aura emanating from Gu Tengfeng which made his heart skip a beat. Could Gu Tengfeng really be aiming to challenge the Royal Sword Team?

I was just giving him a random compliment, but this guy really seems to be out of touch with reality!

The majesty of the Royal Sword Team was untouchable!

This was because the captain of the Royal Sword Team was the most outstanding fourth prince of the imperial family, and another one of the members of the Royal Sword Team was none other than the legendary figure of the empire, Yan Jinghong!

The Royal Sword Team of the empire was composed of elites from the four major academies and the geniuses of the imperial family. Such a team was invincible!

Even though the East Court's sword team now had two remarkably promising newcomers, Ling Feng and Li Bufan, dreaming of defeating the Royal Sword Team was nothing but a fantasy!

After all, to qualify to challenge the Royal Sword Team, one first had to win the team-based sword fighting competition among the four major academies and become the strongest sword team before being able to challenge the Royal Sword Team.

For the perpetually weak first sword team, this was as difficult as turning the world upside down or sinking the sun and moon!

"Well... good luck to you!" Yang Zhan returned his sword to his storage spirit ring, gave Gu Tengfeng a fist-and-palm salute, and then left the venue with the members of North Court's second team.

This practice match between the East Court's sword team and North Court's second team ended in victory for the East Court's sword team.

This news would soon spread throughout Tianwei Academy and even stir up a significant wave in the imperial capital.

After all, the East Court's sword team, which had been at the bottom for thousands of years, won a team match without Gu Tengfeng participating!

This was their first major comeback in five years!

"Captain!"

The members of the East Court's sword team excitedly rushed onto the sword fighting platform and clasped their strong hands together, basking in the joy of victory.

Well, all of the members excluding Li Bufan.

Li Bufan stood aside, his face still cold, trying hard to remain calm.

However, anyone could see that his inner shock was as intense as an earthquake.

The glory and praise Ling Feng received filled him with a sense of unwillingness.

He began to reflect. Perhaps I have indeed been wrong.

Yang Zhan was right; the sword fighting platform had its own survival rules. Personal ability did not represent the level of the sword team!

Even Ling Feng had achieved the final victory by cooperating with the team.

"Alright, the match is over. Everyone, gather in the training room. I have something to say to you all."

Gu Tengfeng paused and looked at Li Bufan with a serious expression. "Bufan, you need to come too!"

Li Bufan nodded slightly. Although he didn't speak, it was clear that he was beginning to want to integrate into the team.

"Great!" Gu Tengfeng was secretly delighted, noticing that Li Bufan was starting to gain some understanding.

Soon, the members of the East Court's sword team left the venue, and the audience gradually dispersed.

"Haha, when Brother Feng comes back tonight, we definitely have to grill him about what treasures he got from the Sword Tower of Wind and Thunder!" Feng Mo laughed.

"With Big Brother's character, he won't forget about us. If he casually gives us some treasured items, we will benefit greatly!" Ouyang Jing said excitedly. Last time, Ling Feng gave each of them a bottle of Purple Spirit Liquid. Just drinking a drop or two daily had made their cultivation speed skyrocket.

In three days, most of them had opened an additional meridian gate. This rocket-like speed would likely only slow down once they had opened around twelve meridian gates.

Qin Wanwan watched Ling Feng's figure disappear at the end of the venue, and then reluctantly left.

For the first time, she felt ashamed in front of a man.

This proud swan finally learned to lower her head in front of Ling Feng.

On the other hand, Lin Xian'er excitedly returned to the vice-director's office to tell her teacher the good news.

She had noticed that her teacher had become very anxious after seeing Ling Feng's name on the casualty list and was constantly sighing and even giving her serious instructions about various things. It was as if this situation was more painful than his own father dying.

If Teacher finds out that Ling Feng is still alive, he will surely be very happy!

"Teacher, Teacher!"

Lin Xian'er excitedly pushed open the door, only to find her teacher sitting behind his desk with messy hair and vacant eyes and looking utterly exhausted.

Tong Chengtai was, after all, an ordinary person. He was constantly worried that Yan Cangtian might kill him in a fit of anger or withhold the antidote, which would mean his death.

"Teacher, what's wrong?"

Seeing Tong Chengtai's state, Lin Xian'er was stunned. She had never seen her teacher in such a miserable condition before.

"Xian'er..." Tong Chengtai's voice was weak. "If one day your teacher dies, remember to go to my place and check the third floor tile on the left in my study. I've buried a VIP card from the Tianmeng Chamber of Commerce there with three million crystal coins inside. It's all my savings, and I'm giving it to you."

"Uh..." Lin Xian'er's mouth twitched slightly. I have always heard that Teacher was extremely afraid of his wife. I didn't expect it to be true. As the vice-director, he only has three million crystal coins in private savings. How pitiful!

Cough, cough, that was off-topic!

Lin Xian'er quickly shook her head and said loudly, "Teacher, I'm here to tell you good news. Ling Feng is not dead!"