The Art of Chaotic Divinity-Chapter 927: Three Heavenly Annihilation Strikes

"This is bad, Xiaofan's sword just got knocked away!"

In the competitors' seating area, Gu Tengfeng's already furrowed brow darkened further.

Within moments, both Jiang Xiaofan and Li Bufan had been pushed into dire straits. Was this truly the end for the Tianfeng Sword Team?

Gu Tengfeng clenched his fists, his gaze locked onto his teammates on the platform. He wished desperately that he could leap onto the stage and fight alongside them.

"We're finished, we're finished! Even someone with Xiaofan's physique is injured, and now he's lost his sword too. Are we really going to lose?" freeweɓnøvel~com

Ye Nanfeng took deep, steadying breaths. The scales of victory were tipping unmistakably in favor of the Royal Sword Team.

Even the Pill Devil and Sword Maniac, watching from the crowd, grew solemn.

"Whether Xiaofan can defeat this opponent depends on whether he can unravel the mysteries within the Sword of Silent Awe," Sword Maniac murmured, his eyes fixed on Jiang Xiaofan's back.

"I doubt it." Pill Devil shook his head. "Face it, old blacksmith. Start practicing how to call me 'Boss'! Xiaofan got grit, but he's still a bit slow. Mastering the Edge Without an Edge in just a day or two? Even you couldn't do that back in your prime."

"What I couldn't do doesn't mean he can't." Sword Maniac's voice was low but firm. "I believe in him."

Pill Devil shrugged. For once, he held back his usual sarcasm. Though he didn't think Jiang Xiaofan could grasp the Edge Without an Edge in time, he still wanted Ling Feng's team to win.

...

On the sword fighting platform.

Ling Feng's brow furrowed briefly as he saw Jiang Xiaofan and Li Bufan falter. But his expression quickly smoothed over, his focus returning entirely to Xuanyuan Pozhen. The Eradicator of Realms glowed faintly red in his grip.

"Heh. Your teammates are on the verge of defeat, yet you show no concern?"

Xuanyuan Pozhen laughed, his aura condensing once more.

"They'll win. I believe in them." Ling Feng raised his sword. "Because they are my comrades!"

Xuanyuan Pozhen studied him, then nodded slowly. "Good. That's the spirit I expected from Ling Feng. But precisely because of that, I won't hold back!"

Ling Feng licked his lips, his eyes burning with battle lust. "That's exactly what I want. Come on!"

A towering aura erupted from him. In that moment, something within him clicked. His sword no longer hesitated.

"Then let's fight!"

As if stirred by Ling Feng's near-mad fighting spirit, Xuanyuan Pozhen's face showed not only a trace of shock, but also an intense surge of blazing battle will.

"Three strikes!"

Xuanyuan Pozhen raised three fingers, his expression calm. "Ling Feng, I will now unleash my three strongest techniques. If you withstand them all, I will concede."

"Hahaha!" Ling Feng threw his head back and laughed. "Don't go easy on me!"

"This isn't mercy. These three strikes will drain me completely. If you survive them, you've earned the right to defeat me." Xuanyuan Pozhen's eyes gleamed. "Prepare yourself."

The Sword of Startling Evil flashed in his hand, its light slicing through the air like a river of silver. The ground beneath Xuanyuan Pozhen's feet crumbled as an oppressive aura spread, darkening the skies.

The evil qi of the sword, combined with the razor-sharp intent of the Golden Edge Profound Sword behind him, warped the very atmosphere. The air grew thick, suffocating.

"He's making his move!"

Spectators who recognized the technique gasped. "That's Xuanyuan Pozhen's ultimate skill, the Three Heavenly Annihilation Strikes! He's actually using it against Ling Feng!"

"No one below the king-tier has ever survived all three!"

"Even if Ling Feng loses now, he's already earned his glory."

"..."

Under the awed gazes of the crowd, Xuanyuan Pozhen struck.

"First Strike: City-Toppler!"

His body blurred. The sword, wrapped in gold and malice, shot forward with no flourish and no wasted motion. It was a single, deadly thrust aimed straight at Ling Feng's face. The speed was terrifying, like a ballista bolt fired at point-blank range.

Whoosh!

The air screamed as it split. The sheer force of the attack gouged a trench into the sword fighting platform.

What a terrifying power!

Ling Feng's robes and hair whipped backward as if caught in a hurricane.

"Lingtian Sword Force!"

Ling Feng roared, his body trembling as the domineering sword force erupted around him. Even with the Sky Breaking Transformation active, his skin stung from the cutting winds.

The Lingtian Sword Force lessened the pressure just enough. Ling Feng twisted his wrist, sending sword blossoms spiraling forth. The Reincarnated Sword Will surged to its peak as he countered with the Reincarnation Unyielding Slash.

Boom!

The blades met. A monstrous impact traveled down Ling Feng's arm, numbing half his body. He staggered back seven or eight steps before regaining his footing.

But he had blocked the first strike.

"Impressive."

Xuanyuan Pozhen smirked. "Second Strike: Heaven's Jealousy!"

The evil qi surged anew. Ling Feng pushed the Lingtian Sword Force to its limits while flames erupted along the Eradicator of Realms. Through the Five Element Ring, he converted all his elemental qi into fire-attributed true essence.

With a fivefold amplification, he raised his sword and bellowed to the heavens.

"Scorching—Sky Blaze!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Two catastrophic sword qi collided midair, one gold, one crimson. The sky itself seemed painted in their light. This was no longer a duel between juniors, but a clash befitting king-tier experts.

Splat!

Blood sprayed.

Ling Feng's left chest had been slashed open, three deep gashes revealing bone.

"Cough!"

He spat a mouthful of blood, his right arm shaking violently. Now he understood Xuanyuan Pozhen's true strength.

"It seems the outcome is clear."

On the judges' podium, several judges let out quiet sighs. All three battles were at a disadvantage, and there was almost no chance left for a comeback.

"Even Ling Feng is wounded!"

In the stands, the members of the Tianwei Academy's Central Court Sword Team exchanged grim looks.

Lu Qingshan shook his head. "It seems the Royal Sword Team truly is unbeatable. And the Fourth Prince hasn't even fought yet."

He flinched as icy glares from Li Yunting, Mu Liufeng, and Yue Yunlan bore into him.

"Ahem. Still, Tianfeng Sword Team fought honorably. The Royal Sword Team hasn't struggled this hard in years."

"Keep watching." Li Yunting's fists were clenched so tightly his knuckles whitened. "Keep watching. Ling Feng isn't someone who gives up easily."

Yue Yunlan bit her lip, her heart aching at the sight of blood on Ling Feng's body.

But she refused to doubt.

No matter what, Ling Feng would lead the Tianfeng Sword Team to victory.

He will!

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