The Art of Chaotic Divinity-Chapter 739: The Narcissist

"Everyone, let's work hard together!"

Gu Tengfeng stretched out his hand. Following his lead, Vice-Captain Gong Cheng and Xue Xiaolin also placed their hands on top of his.

Gu Tengfeng's feelings at that moment were deeply understood by these two fellow students from the same class.

In the past, during every Five Courts' Sword Team Grand Competition, it had always been Gu Tengfeng fighting alone, with the others unable to provide much help.

But this time, things were different!

Next, Ye Nanfeng, Yu Sixian, Lin Mochen, and other veterans of the East Court's sword team placed their hands in as well. "Captain, this time, our East Court's sword team will dominate the competition!"

"Dominate the competition!"

Jiang Xiaofan grinned naively and added his hand to the pile.

Then came Li Bufan and Mu Qianxue. Lastly, Ling Feng placed his hand on top. The group exchanged determined glances before pressing their hands downward together with force.

"Alright, let's move out!"

Gu Tengfeng, the burly "gorilla," roared loudly, leading his team to the central sword fighting arena of Tianwei Academy to attend the registration ceremony for the day.

"Good luck, Ling Feng!"

In the crowd, Lin Xian'er managed to squeeze to the front row and shouted excitedly.

At that moment, the only thing she could do for Ling Feng was cheer him on from the audience.

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Naturally, standing alongside Lin Xian'er in the crowd was none other than the "headstrong young lady," Qin Wanwan. Although she had matured and was no longer as spoiled and willful as before, her bold personality remained unchanged.

This woman shouted so loudly that her voice nearly drowned out the hundreds of others present.

"Hey, cousin, you're supposed to be a dignified young lady!"

Standing next to Qin Wanwan, Liu Yunfei felt weak under the hostile glares from countless female students around him.

"Cousin, help me shout! We need to be the loudest!" Qin Wanwan frowned and puffed up her cheeks in annoyance.

"No way! Absolutely not!" Liu Yunfei exclaimed.

Under Qin Wanwan's threatening glare, however, Liu Yunfei could only relent. He opened his mouth and started shouting, "Ling Feng! Ling Feng!"

His powerful voice immediately attracted the attention of countless people.

"Wow, is this guy crazy?"

"A grown man shouting Ling Feng's name like that—is he, you know...?"

"Damn, he's pretty handsome. But turns out he's—"

"Ugh, don't you know the handsomer they are, the more likely they are to be—"

"Good thing our chief Ling Feng isn't!"

"Exactly, exactly..."

"Haha..." Hearing the comments from the East Court students, Qin Wanwan chuckled. "Cousin, I didn't know you were into that sort of thing!"

Liu Yunfei nearly choked. Damn it... What nonsense!

...

Soon, under Gu Tengfeng's leadership, the entire East Court's sword team marched grandly toward the sword fighting arena, surrounded by a large group of supporters.

All the competing teams were gathering at the arena for duels between the sword teams.

Similarly, the West Court, South Court, North Court, and Central Court teams were experiencing comparable scenes.

About an hour later, all eleven teams from the five courts had assembled at the sword fighting arena.

(Note: Each sword team is divided into First Team, Second Team, and Third Team. However, except for the Central Court's Third Team, only the First and Second Teams from the other four courts qualify to participate. The Central Court's First Team has the privilege of directly advancing to the semifinals.)

The sword fighting arena was ten times larger than the East Court's training grounds.

This venue could hold tens of thousands of spectators, meaning that in addition to mentors and students from Tianwei Academy, other academies would often send observers to "scout the competition."

After all, the champion of the Five Courts' Sword Team Grand Competition would represent their academy in battles against the top sword teams of the other major academies.

The ultimate victor among them would then earn the right to challenge the undefeated Royal Sword Team!

Defeating the Royal Sword Team was the basis of Ling Feng's wager with Yan Jinghong.

The entire competition would last approximately three months. During this period, the sword team competitions among the Four Major Academies would become the most talked-about event in the imperial capital.

For instance, the betting lines in major casinos would be most active at this time of the year.

The host for this year's Five Courts' Sword Team Grand Competition was none other than Tianwei Academy's director, Mu Yunsang.

However, Mu Yunsang would only preside over the opening ceremony. The rest of the event would be hosted by the vice-director, Tong Chengtai, who also happened to be Lin Xian'er's mentor.

Once all eleven teams had assembled, Mu Yunsang began a passionate and lengthy speech. By the time he finished his pleasantries, nearly half an hour had passed.

"Damn it, that old man is still so long-winded," muttered Leng Jianfeng, who shrugged impatiently.

"Eh?"

Suddenly, Leng Jianfeng spotted a familiar face in the crowd. He squeezed his way over and grinned. "Mentor Su, you're here too? What a coincidence!"

"Instructor Leng?" Su Qingxuan turned to see Leng Jianfeng, who was cloaked and acting all secretive, as if he didn't want to be recognized.

"Shh, shh, shh..." Leng Jianfeng quickly gestured for silence. "Mentor Su, don't say my name out loud! If those brats from the East Court hear, where will I put my face?"

Su Qingxuan rolled her eyes. "Coming to support your students isn't shameful."

"True, but as the legendary 'Devil Instructor,' I'm supposed to be proud and aloof. How could I let those brats find out I snuck in here?"

"..."

Su Qingxuan felt speechless. Every student he had trained knew this "Devil Instructor" was actually warm-hearted despite his tough exterior. Only he remained stuck in the illusion of being a fearsome figure.

"But speaking of which, I didn't expect you to apply for a transfer along with me. Heh, Mentor Su, I understand your feelings..." Leng Jianfeng's face turned slightly red as he chuckled.

"What feelings? Instructor Leng, I think you're misunderstanding."

Su Qingxuan sighed inwardly. This guy is truly a narcissist!

That said, narcissism aside, Leng Jianfeng wasn't a bad person. However, her heart had already unknowingly been captured by someone else.

She glanced toward the East Court's sword team and blushed slightly.

Leng Jianfeng felt awkward at first but quickly noticed Su Qingxuan's bashful expression. A look of realization dawned on his face.

Ha! You say you don't like me, but your shyness tells a different story! Heh, my father was right—women are creatures of contradiction. Mentor Su must like me, but she's just too shy to admit it.

After all, I, Leng Jianfeng, am a devastatingly handsome man known as the "heartthrob of young women"!

He stroked his bushy beard and admired himself. This beard... So dashing!