The Art of Chaotic Divinity-Chapter 824: Over in Ten Breaths

"It's Ling Feng!"

"Holy shit! Ling Feng is here!"

"Damn, what kind of secret art was that? He was actually flying on a sword—and so fast!"

"Hahaha! That's Ling Feng for you!"

The moment Ling Feng appeared, the entire arena erupted in an uproar!

This was what you called a dramatic entrance—the kind where the hero swoops in at the last possible moment to save the day!

"Big Brother is finally here!" Ouyang Jing clenched his fists, shouting excitedly.

"That brat! I knew he'd make it! Hahaha..." Leng Jianfeng's face lit up with glee.

Beside him, Wang Yishan scoffed. "Oh really? Weren't you the one who said you'd disown him as your student just a moment ago?"

Leng Jianfeng shot him a vicious glare, his eye twitching. Couldn't this bastard go even one second without mocking me?

"Hahaha, he's here! He's here!" Deng Yongshi jumped up in excitement, grabbing Old General Deng's arm and shaking it wildly, grinning from ear to ear.

"I know, I know!" Deng Xian rolled his eyes. "Girl, you shake me when you're happy, shake me when you're upset—can't you give this old man a break? My bones can't take this kind of abuse!"

Deng Yongshi flushed, sticking out her tongue. "Hmph! Grandpa, you're exaggerating. You're at least a half-step Human Emperor!"

"He's finally here."

Among the Central Court Sword Team, Yue Yunlan smiled faintly. She had always knew that Ling Feng would appear at the critical moment—and now, he had.

"This guy... the moment he shows up, he steals the spotlight." Lu Qingshan muttered under his breath. But Ling Feng's arrival also meant one thing: Tianwei Academy was about to claim the championship of the Four Major Academies' Sword Team Grand Tournament.

And there would be no doubt about it.

"He truly is a man of miracles," Li Yunting remarked with a faint smile. "Though I suspect there are unseen forces at play behind this match. Still, now that he's here, our victory is assured."

"That kid..." Yan Cangtian narrowed his eyes, chuckling. Ling Feng's entrance couldn't have been more flamboyant.

Now, standing tall on the sword-fighting platform, Ling Feng's gaze locked onto Mo Wufeng like lightning. His sheer presence alone had already crushed his opponent's morale.

This battle was over before it even began.

"Mo Wufeng, it's time to settle the score once and for all!"

Whether Mo Wufeng had been part of Yan Shuying's scheme or not, Ling Feng wasn't about to let a snake like him off easy.

Mo Wufeng gritted his teeth, his fists clenched tightly. "Ling Feng, don't get too full of yourself!"

"Hahaha!"

Gu Tengfeng and the rest of the East Court Sword Team leaped onto the platform, their spirits soaring. Ling Feng's arrival was the reassurance they needed.

"Brother, you made it!" Gu Tengfeng clapped Ling Feng on the shoulder, a grin spreading across his face. "Is everything settled?"

"Mm-hmm."

Ling Feng nodded, a smirk playing on his lips. Even for the Empress Dowager, losing fifty to sixty million elemental crystals had to sting.

As for Yan Shuying's punishment for her failure? That wasn't his concern.

Still, he had to admit—the Empress Dowager was a formidable schemer. If not for his timely intervention, he might have truly fallen into her trap.

No wonder she had manipulated Elder Yan, and even his own grandfather all those years ago.

She truly was the empire's most cunning viper!

"Competitors, take your positions! The match begins now!"

With the referee's declaration, the final battle commenced.

And in less than ten breaths, it was over.

The unfortunate Mo Wufeng was sent flying by a "careless" punch from Ling Feng, his body breaking at least seventeen or eighteen bones. He wouldn't be leaving his bed for a year.

"Tianwei Academy wins!"

The referee's announcement marked the end of the six-day Four Major Academies' Sword Team Grand Tournament. The East Court Sword Team of Tianwei Academy had earned the right to challenge the Royal Sword Team.

"We won!"

"Haha! That punch was glorious! Serves that bastard Mo Wufeng right!"

"Ling Feng! Ling Feng! Ling Feng!"

The crowd roared, electrified by the thrilling twists of the three-round match.

"This young man... his potential is limitless."

On the judges' podium, Wen Ce nodded slowly. The moment Ling Feng appeared, the entire atmosphere had shifted—his opponents had lost all will to fight. Such dominance was unprecedented in the tournament's history.

Perhaps this Tianwei Academy Sword Team truly stood a chance against the Royal Sword Team.

But could they really defeat them?

The Royal Sword Team, representing the imperial family's supreme authority, was led by the ambitious and formidable Fourth Prince. Its members were the empire's most elite talents, every one of them at least at the third level of the Spiritual Element Realm.

Could this young team truly shake such an institution?

Wen Ce wasn't optimistic. Ling Feng was exceptional, but toppling the Fourth Prince's team? That was like scaling the heavens.

"Congratulations, Director Mu." Wen Ce turned to Mu Yunsang with a polite nod.

The directors of Hailan Academy and Wenyuan Academy echoed their praise. Tianwei Academy's victory had been overwhelming—undeniable.

Only the director of Zhenlong Academy seethed in silent frustration. They had been so close!

"Captain Gu, Brother Ling—congratulations!"

Members of Hailan Academy approached to offer their respects, particularly Wan Jianyi, who thanked Ling Feng profusely—that punch had avenged his humiliation.

Wenyuan Academy's team followed suit, while Zhenlong Academy was left in ignominious isolation.

As for Mo Wufeng? Not only was he abandoned by his peers, even his own teammates disowned him in shame.

It took half a day before staff finally carried him off for treatment—barely saving his wretched life.