The Art of Chaotic Divinity-Chapter 926: Tianfengs Crisis

"What do we do? What do we do? Is Ling Feng going to lose?"

Deng Yongshi clutched General Deng's arm, shaking it frantically, her eyes never leaving Ling Feng.

"It seems Ling Feng has reached his limit."

General Deng shook his head. "But this is for the best. Losing like this is no disgrace. And..." He glanced at the Tianbai King seated on the dragon throne. "The imperial family's dignity remains intact."

The judges at the podium sighed softly. Though Tianfeng Sword Team's defeat was regrettable, it was the most acceptable outcome.

"You brat, you still have a hundred meridian gates. Are you really going to keep hiding them?"

Only Yan Cangtian's gaze remained fixed on Ling Feng. He knew the boy still had cards left to play. Declaring his defeat now was premature.

...

On the sword fighting platform.

A soft green light flickered to life. A surge of thick energy of life poured into Ling Feng's body, easing his burden slightly.

It was Mu Qianxue, activating her healing aura.

Her teeth clenched as she watched Ling Feng struggle. She was ready to unleash her secret art to boost her teammates' strength.

"Wait!"

Gong Cheng stopped her with a raised hand. "Junior Sister Mu, we can't use your enhancement yet. If the Fourth Prince sees the tide turning and joins Xuanyuan Pozhen against Ling Feng, we'll have no chance left."

"But..." Mu Qianxue's fists trembled. "Big Brother Ling..."

"Trust him. No matter what, let him defeat Xuanyuan Pozhen first. Then use your power to help him take down the Fourth Prince."

Gong Cheng analyzed the fight swiftly. This was their only path to victory.

The Fourth Prince's strength was nearly on par with Xuanyuan Pozhen's. If both attacked Ling Feng together, the result would be disastrous.

...

Meanwhile,

The Fourth Prince relaxed as he watched Xuanyuan Pozhen gain the upper hand.

As expected, Xuanyuan Pozhen never disappoints.

He turned to his team's flag keeper. "Xiao Huanling, heal the others."

"Yes!"

The flag keeper for the Royal Sword Team was a lean man. He wore a pale blue hood wrapped around his head, and his eyes were an eerie shade of blue.

A ripple passed through his pupils, and waves of blue energy radiated outward, splitting into three streams that flowed into Xuanyuan Pozhen and his teammates.

Instantly, their energy reserves recovered by thirty percent, and their auras grew fiercer.

Clearly, Xiao Huanling was no ordinary flag keeper.

"Heh. Now it's fair!"

The Fourth Prince smirked. Xiao Huanling's healing aura carried a berserk effect. Tianfeng Sword Team's fools were about to face an even more brutal assault.

...

"Huff... Huff..."

Ling Feng panted heavily, his grip on the Eradicator of Realms unyielding. Xuanyuan Pozhen's strength had pushed him to his limits.

Just one man has forced me this far?

No. I'm not done yet.

He still had the Terrifying Gaze, but using it would drain his mental energy completely, leaving him unable to fight further. That technique had to be reserved for the Fourth Prince who remained untouched.

If Ling Feng couldn't defeat both Xuanyuan Pozhen and the Fourth Prince consecutively, Tianfeng Sword Team was doomed.

His thoughts aligned with Gong Cheng's: Mu Qianxue's power had to be saved for the final showdown.

"Ling Feng, you've surprised me by lasting this long. But your chances end here!"

Xuanyuan Pozhen's Sword of Startling Evil gleamed ominously, moving as naturally as his own limb.

"Oh?"

Ling Feng suddenly lifted his head, his eyes blazing with renewed determination.

All hesitation vanished.

No more thoughts of the match, of victory or defeat.

Only battle remained!

The Eradicator of Realms resonated with his will, its blade singing like a dragon's roar, shaking the heavens. frёewebηovel.cѳm

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While Ling Feng and Xuanyuan Pozhen faced off, Li Bufan's duel with Yan Jinghong also drew countless eyes.

Empowered by the healing aura, Yan Jinghong's attacks grew even more vicious. Each strike froze even the lightning around them. But Li Bufan's repeated use of the Wind and Thunder Left Vambrace took its toll, his legs burning as if scorched from within.

"A spent arrow!"

Yan Jinghong cackled. "You dare challenge me? Die! Ice Emperor's Descent!"

Li Bufan tightened his grip on the longsword, relentlessly breaking free from the cold qi's grip with the power of wind and thunder. Without having taken the Sacred Dragon Tyrant-Blood Pill, he would have likely already reached his limit.

"Thunder Incarnation! Thunder Slash!"

Crackle!

Electricity coiled around Li Bufan as he lunged forward. No matter what, he had to stall Yan Jinghong until the others gained an advantage.

"Foolish! Your moves are all used up!"

Yan Jinghong roared fiercely and froze all the space around him, freezing both himself and Li Bufan in place.

Boom!

The massive ice block shattered midair. Yan Jinghong floated back gracefully, while Li Bufan was sent flying, blood spraying from his mouth.

Yan Jinghong was, after all, a true monster.

"Heh. You're finished!"

His sword swept out, summoning a storm of ice spikes that rained toward Li Bufan.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Li Bufan barely defended himself, forced into absolute disadvantage.

"Bufan!"

Jiang Xiaofan's focus wavered at the sight, creating an opening. Dugu Lang seized it instantly.

Tch!

A blade pierced Jiang Xiaofan's right shoulder, carving out a chunk of flesh.

"Grhh!"

He staggered, his face paling as blood soaked his robes.

"Hahaha! Worry about yourself!"

Dugu Lang laughed. Jiang Xiaofan's defenses had been infuriating, but now, they were broken.

"Swift Wolf's Fury!"

A howl echoed in Jiang Xiaofan's ears as Dugu Lang's sword flashed. Jiang Xiaofan barely raised his blade in time—

Clang!

The impact sent his "Abyss Sword" flying dozens of meters away.

His shoulder wound split open further, staining his clothes crimson.

"Let's see you fight without a sword!"

Dugu Lang's eyes glinted with murderous intent as he pounced.

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