Chapter 210: East Courts Sword Team, Gu Tengfeng!

Chapter 210: East Court's Sword Team, Gu Tengfeng!

"Ah!"

"Ouch!"

"Holy cow!"

From the sword fighting platform echoed cries of agony.

In a completely one-sided scenario, the students of the East Court found themselves entirely at the mercy of the mystical-tier students from the West Court.

Liu Yunfei, Jiang Xiaofan, Wang Yishan...

These young men, who had bravely stepped forward to bring glory to the East Court, were now battered and bruised.

Meanwhile, those from the West Court seemed intent on coercing Zhou Kai and Ling Feng onto the stage. They ruthlessly pummeled the East Court's students, adamantly refusing to topple the guarding battle dragon flag, thus prolonging the match.

Beneath the sword fighting platform, not far away in an open space, stood a burly, dark-skinned man, with a pitch-black sword slung over his shoulder. His gaze was fixed on the yellow-tier students on the platform, watching the sword fight with keen interest. Alongside him stood a few more people as well.

If anyone had seen the epaulets adorning their shoulders, they would have recognized these individuals as veterans of the Tianwei Academy, a group of sky-tier students!

A tall, thin-faced man smiled faintly. "Captain, do you find this level of competition intriguing? In my perspective, there are no standout talents among this year's East Court."

Gu Tengfeng shook his head and gestured towards Jiang Xiaofan, who was being trampled underfoot on the platform, remarking lightly, "Do not allow temporary displays of strength to deceive you. Look at that young man with eyes akin to a wild wolf's. He is anything but ordinary. Perhaps he can fill the gap in our sword team."

"Him?" The thin-faced man chuckled. "I have my doubts. While he may be resilient, his movements lack finesse. Opponents can easily maneuver around him, placing significant pressure on the defense of our other team members."

"Never underestimate a man with eyes like his." Gu Tengfeng extended a finger, pointing to Zhou Kai, who anxiously observed from below, and continued, "Observe that individual down there, his eyes brimming with the fury of a wild beast. With him on their team, perhaps they can engage in a more spectacular battle!"

"Oh? Captain, are you implying that he can turn the tide?" The square-faced man appeared surprised.

"To a certain extent, yes," Gu Tengfeng nodded slightly. "However, while he may bolster the team's morale, achieving true victory just by relying on him... proves challenging!"

"In the end, they are all yellow-tier students, and indeed, they are all too inexperienced."

Seeing the nostalgic look on Yan Cangtian's face, Ling Feng secretly speculated whether the Empress Dowager of the Tianbai Empire was this old guy's first love...

"Kid, your wife is looking for you. Let's go down!" Yan Cangtian suddenly chuckled.

"What wife!?" Ling Feng rolled his eyes, speechless. "I have no relationship with that woman at all! I'll go somewhere else."

Just as he was speaking, he suddenly heard Qin Wanwan saying that his brothers were about to be beaten to death. It dawned on him that He Zhonglei had mentioned challenging the East Court in the name of the West Court.

"Darn it, how could I forget about this?"

Ling Feng's eyes twitched uncontrollably. He had been engrossed in the Taoist Art of Heavenly Fire and had forgotten such an important matter.

"Elder Yan, please put me down. I need to go and check the situation!" Ling Feng hurriedly requested.

"Alright, then I'll leave first. If there's anything, just mention my name. Hmph, within Tianwei Academy, no one dares to disrespect me!" Yan Cangtian casually dropped Ling Feng at the entrance of the Tianshu East Court, then disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Feeling anxious, Ling Feng rushed into the courtyard and said sternly, "Qin Wanwan, what do you want from me? And what did you mean just now?"

As soon as Qin Wanwan saw Ling Feng, she dashed to his side, grabbed his arm, and exclaimed, "There's no time to explain now, let's talk as we walk!"

Ling Feng had already guessed the situation, and with Qin Wanwan talking incessantly in his ear, he became even more anxious. He grabbed Qin Wanwan's arm, fully alert, and hurriedly rushed towards the sword fighting arena.

After about fifteen minutes Ling Feng finally arrived at the sword fighting arena.

From a distance, Ling Feng saw his third brother, Jiang Xiaofan, being stepped on by that son of a bitch, He Zhonglei. His already unattractive face was now swollen like a pig's face.

Not only that, but in the East Court's rest area, there were already more than ten students wrapped in bandages, groaning in pain.

Even his usually chatty second brother, Ouyang Jing, had been knocked unconscious.

This wasn't a competition; it was deliberate provocation!

Anger ignited within Ling Feng's chest.

He clenched his fists tightly, his voice as cold as a blade as he uttered, "He. Zhong. Lei!"