Chapter 308: Ling Fengs First Battle!

Chapter 308: Ling Feng's First Battle!

"Ling Feng, you finally made it back!"

Ye Nanfeng stepped forward and bumped Ling Feng's shoulder, laughing heartily. "I knew it, there was no way you'd just kick the bucket like that!"

Ling Feng smiled faintly. "Yes, I'm back. Sorry to have kept everyone waiting!"

"No matter what, it's good to have you back!"

Gong Cheng laughed heartily. "Alright, this isn't the time for chit-chat. Let's win this match first!"

Xue Xiaolin also gave Ling Feng an encouraging look.

With Ling Feng's appearance, the entire aura of the East Court's sword team changed dramatically.

"Victory!"

Everyone exchanged smiles and then returned to their positions.

The real match was just beginning!

"This kid..."

Yang Zhan's expression changed slightly. He had thought that defeating Li Bufan would greatly weaken the East Court's sword team’s morale, making their victory almost certain.

But with Ling Feng's sudden appearance, the East Court's sword team was reinvigorated.

This battle seemed to be back to square one.

"Hmph, he's just an inexperienced brat. Even with him, the East Court's sword team is still worthless!"

Yang Zhan swung his long sword, looked back at his team, and shouted, "Crush them!"

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

Both sides' morale soared to the peak. This was a real team-based sword fighting competition. It was not a one-man show, nor single combat.

Li Bufan stood in the spectators' area, observing the inexplicable aura forming between Ling Feng and his teammates while momentarily lost in thought.

Gu Tengfeng glanced at Li Bufan, a slight smile playing on his lips.

This was the allure of the sword fighting arena and the essence of teamwork.

On the sword fighting platform, there were no unbeatable swordsmen, only the most perfect teams with the most exquisite coordination!

As the aura of both teams reached its peak, the true contest between the two sword teams officially began.

"Ye Nanfeng, watch out for their array master!"

Gong Cheng immediately began directing the team. Although Li Bufan had been somewhat reckless earlier, he had managed to uncover some of the North Court's second team's key players. For instance, their flag keeper was actually a rare array master which was a detail that could not be overlooked.

"Don't worry, Vice-Captain. Just leave the breakthrough to me. You guys hold the line!"

Ye Nanfeng laughed heartily while wielding his long sword as he charged into the offensive-defensive zone, confronting his old rival.

His opponent was a short-haired youth with a square face, possessing a similar level of cultivation as Ye Nanfeng. Both were at around forty meridians.

In a one-on-one duel, it would be difficult for them to determine a victor quickly.

Yue Yunlan, with her much broader perspective, instantly recognized that Ling Feng's movement art had transformed since his time at the Cangqiong Sect, though its essence remained the same.

The ability to merge two movement arts into one demonstrated Ling Feng's extraordinary talent.

Even Yue Yunlan couldn't help but feel a bit inferior.

On the sword fighting platform.

The pressure Ling Feng exerted forced the North Court's second team into a full defensive stance.

Their strategy was to isolate Ling Feng, hoping his fate would mirror Li Bufan's and end in bitter defeat.

"Hmph, afraid to attack now?"

Ye Nanfeng laughed, wielding his long sword as he advanced alongside Ling Feng and gradually compressed the opponent's offensive-defensive zone.

If their opponents kept retreating back to their flag-guarding area, their defensive space would become extremely limited. Any mistake in defense would result in their battle flag falling.

Gong Cheng and Lin Mochen followed closely behind, preventing the opponents from exploiting any breakthrough opportunities while applying offensive pressure.

Next, Xue Xiaolin performed a hand seal, causing a green halo to spread from her. Anyone within Xue Xiaolin's halo would have their true qi rapidly restored.

This was Xue Xiaolin's ability—a powerful recovery capability, invaluable in a prolonged battle between two evenly matched teams.

"Damn it!"

Yang Zhan was beginning to panic.

"Are they all pushing forward? Fine! Zhu Xun, it's your turn to perform!"

A cunning smile flashed in Yang Zhan's eyes. Did they really retreat out of fear of Ling Feng alone?

No, this was a trap to lure the enemy in!

"Don't worry, Captain, this match is already over!"

Zhu Xun nodded. He was the fastest member of the North Court's second team. Even though Ling Feng had displayed astonishing speed earlier, Zhu Xun was only slightly surprised, and not overly concerned.

Because his speed was on par with Ling Feng's; even if it wasn't a perfect match, it was close enough.

"Hmph, do you think your speed is impressive?"

Zhu Xun launched a sword move, sending several waves of sword qi towards Ling Feng. In a flash, he broke through from Ling Feng's right side.

"That's all you've got!"

A smile curved on Zhu Xun's lips. Using sword qi to disrupt Ling Feng, he had fooled everyone with his skillful performance.

This guy dared to break through in front of Ling Feng, the fastest among them.

"Now, my opponent is just one!"

Zhu Xun fixed his gaze on Xue Xiaolin. She was just a woman, and particularly a supportive martial artist. Without her teammates, defeating her would be as easy as slicing through vegetables.

Just watch, this match is about to end!

Excitement gleamed in Zhu Xun's eyes, as if he could already see the enemy’s dragon flag being cut down by his sword.