Chapter 307: The Return of the King!

Chapter 307: The Return of the King!

"This impulsive guy!"

Lin Mochen surged his true qi and slashed fiercely at the barrier. He then turned his head to Gong Cheng. "Vice-captain, what do we do now? With our combined strength, breaking through this barrier would take at least fifty breaths. By that time, Li Bufan might already be dead!"

"Abandon him! We have no choice but to abandon him!"

After much hesitation, Gong Cheng finally made the difficult decision.

There was no other option but to abandon him!

According to the rules of the sword fighting competition, if a team member was injured, there was one opportunity to substitute with another member.

By substituting in Yu Sixian, they might still have a chance to go toe-to-toe with the North Court's second team.

"Kid, to have held out until now, you've done well! Unfortunately, you chose the wrong team!"

Yang Zhan laughed heartily while swinging his heavy sword with tremendous force.

Li Bufan was affected by the deceleration and weakening force field, while Yang Zhan and his team continued to receive boosts from one another.

The importance of the flag keeper became evident at this moment.

Typically, flag keepers would cultivate supportive martial arts, like the North Court's second team flag keeper's deceleration field and barrier, which were both incredibly powerful supportive abilities.

The North Court, being second only to the Central Court among the five courts, even boasted a formidable second team for the sword fighting arena.

Li Bufan's reckless charge into the enemy's defensive zone meant he forfeited any assistance from Xue Xiaolin.

From the very beginning, the East Court's sword team found themselves in a four-against-five predicament due to Li Bufan's mistake.

In team-based sword fighting competitions, it was never a one-man battle.

Especially in a place where geniuses gathered, this was even more true.

"This is my final strike! Wild Blade Mountain Severing Slash!"

Yang Zhan erupted with immense power. As long as he could knock Li Bufan down, the opponent's morale would be crushed. Even if they substituted in a new member, the outcome of this match was already decided.

Boom!

Li Bufan was sent flying by this powerful strike. Two more opponents closed in from behind, their sword qi slicing through his clothes and piercing his back to create two bloody wounds.

Splat!

Blood spattered, dripping onto the sword fighting platform, and Li Bufan's body fell heavily to the ground.

After enduring for more than thirty breaths, Li Bufan was finally injured.

"Hehe, surrender!"

Yang Zhan sneered. So what if he's the Little Sword God?

A rookie like him has no choice but to admit defeat on this platform!

"Substitute!"

After all, she had heard rumors that Ling Feng had died in the Sword Tower of Wind and Thunder. But now, with Ling Feng's appearance, all those rumors were proven false without any effort.

"How will he win this match?"

Yue Yunlan's lips curled into a smile as enchanting as the spring breeze.

"Is that kid Ling Feng? Damn, wasn’t he supposed to be dead?" The student from the North Court, who had been declaring Ling Feng's death, was dumbfounded.

"You got proven wrong, haha. That kid is something else. This time, the East Court's sword team is bound to win!" On the other hand, the students from the East Court felt vindicated and proud.

Although the East Court had been weak for a long time, they were still East Court students and naturally didn't want to see their sword team lose to the North Court's second team.

"Hmph, so what if he's alive? He’s just a yellow-tier student. Does he think he can save the world? In my opinion, he's not even as good as Li Bufan."

"Pfft, just wait and see. East Court will win for sure!"

"Tch, North Court will win!"

For a moment, the sword fighting platform remained quiet, but the audience was in an uproar.

...

"Ling Feng, haha, you brat!"

Gong Cheng smiled knowingly. "Alright, let’s bring Ling Feng on!"

Lin Mochen, Ye Nanfeng, and Xue Xiaolin all looked at Ling Feng with anticipation.

Their aura completely changed. They no longer looked defeated but were instead full of fighting spirit, as if they'd been injected with adrenaline.

Li Bufan clenched his fists and silently walked off the sword fighting platform towards the spectator area.

He didn't leave. He wanted to see how Ling Feng would turn the tide.

Gu Tengfeng saw Li Bufan stay to watch and a smile appeared on his face.

When Li Bufan was willing to let go of his pride, he would become a formidable swordsman.

With Ling Feng and Li Bufan joining the East Court's sword team, they were sure to stand out among the four courts and challenge the Central Court, the strongest of the five courts, in a battle of experts.

They might even be able to represent Tianwei Academy and compete against the strongest teams from the other three academies in the imperial tournament, vying for the ultimate glory!

Gu Tengfeng's heart burned with excitement.

"Thank you!"

Ling Feng smiled lightly and, under everyone's gaze, slowly walked onto the sword fighting platform.

Another figure rushed breathlessly into the arena, hands on hips, panting heavily.

Huff... huff... huff...

Lin Xian'er had exhausted herself trying to keep up with Ling Feng. She finally realized just how terrifyingly fast Ling Feng was.

"Damn you, Ling Feng! I h-hate you so much!"

After catching her breath, Lin Xian'er looked up at the platform and saw that Ling Feng was already standing there. The battle was about to begin!