Chapter 309: The Dominance on the Battlefield!

Chapter 309: The Dominance on the Battlefield!

"Lightning Chasing Movement Art!"

The length of the sword fighting platform was just over two hundred zhang. Zhu Xun circumvented Ling Feng and, with his speed, continued to break through. With no defense in place, it would take him less than ten breaths!

Moreover, according to his calculations, even if Ling Feng realized he was being bypassed and tried to defend, it would still take about twelve breaths.

These two breaths were enough for him to defeat the flag keeper with little combat ability and then cut down the opponent's dragon flag.

"Hmph, the match is already over!"

Zhu Xun laughed heartily, his sword move already brewing in mid-air, with the sword's edge starting to emit a domineering sword qi.

"Is that so?"

Suddenly, Zhu Xun heard a cold voice with a hint of mockery right next to his ear.

"Y-You..."

Zhu Xun broke out in a cold sweat. "How is this possible? How can you still accelerate?"

Zhu Xun couldn't understand at all. Ling Feng was clearly just a yellow-tier student. Even if he reached the sky, obtaining a mystical-tier movement art would already be extraordinary.

Yet, his own movement art was also mystical-tier. Logically, Ling Feng's speed shouldn't surpass his by such a margin.

However, Ling Feng's movement art was of the earth-tier!

Based on this alone, Zhu Xun's choice to directly break through Ling Feng was the most foolish act.

"Accelerate?" Ling Feng smiled calmly. "I've only been using thirty percent of my speed. Why? Are you already at your limit?"

Zhu Xun's eyes twitched wildly. He gritted his teeth and unleashed his sword move. "Stop talking nonsense, get out of my way!"

Buzz!

All forty-six of his meridian gates burst open, and a resolute look flashed in Zhu Xun's eyes.

No matter what, I can't let this guy stop me.

"Your swordsmanship is decent, but it's not quite there yet!"

Ling Feng's eyes condensed with the divine inscription of the Heavenly Dao. Zhu Xun's hurried sword strikes were full of flaws. Ling Feng didn't even use his advanced sword arts; he merely employed basic sword skills to neutralize Zhu Xun's strength. Then, with a swift elbow strike, he struck heavily at Zhu Xun's abdomen.

"Ugh!"

Zhu Xun vomited and collapsed on the ground, his body curled up like a shrimp, and was unable to move.

With that punch, Ling Feng had sealed Zhu Xun's numbing acupoint. It would take at least half an hour for him to regain his mobility.

"Really, Miss? This is just the North Court's second team. The North Court's first team is more than ten times stronger, with several experts on par with Gu Tengfeng."

"There's still half a year left, isn't there?" Yue Yunlan smiled sweetly. "Half a year ago, did you imagine that Mr. Ling would become this strong?"

"T-That's true..." Qiao Qiao blinked and turned to Yue Yunlan. "Miss, do you really hope to face Ling Feng on the sword fighting platform?"

"My man has to be stronger than me!" Yue Yunlan blurted out.

"Oh!" Qiao Qiao immediately understood, pointing at Yue Yunlan with a smile. "Miss, so that's it... hehe, I get it now. You said that yourself!"

Yue Yunlan's face flushed. "It's not what you think."

"Tch!" Qiao Qiao leaned in close to Yue Yunlan's ear and whispered, "Your face is as red as a monkey's butt!"

Yue Yunlan quickly touched her cheek, feeling how hot it was. Her gaze turned somewhat resentful, and she fell silent.

"Haha, well done! Our Brother Feng is truly fierce and efficient! Brother Feng, keep it up! Win this match, and I'll give you those collector's editions!"

Yu Sixian, that lecherous guy, completely disregarded the numerous spectators around him and shouted without restraint.

Gu Tengfeng's expression darkened, and he kicked him to the ground.

Now that Ling Feng and Li Bufan have joined, this guy can sit on the bench indefinitely. It would be better to just kick him to death!

Li Bufan remained silent on the sidelines, but from his eyes, one could sense his strong reluctance.

Gu Tengfeng observed silently, nodding inwardly.

That's the look!

As long as Li Bufan could remember this feeling today, he would transform into a qualified swordsman in the shortest time possible and become a dominant force on this sword fighting platform!

On the sword fighting platform.

"Fifty breaths!"

Yang Zhan clenched his fist, anger evident in his eyes. Fifty breaths had passed, and Zhu Xun lay motionless on the platform, clearly unable to continue fighting.

The members of the East Court's sword team continued to press forward. Their offensive-defensive zone had completely collapsed!

However, Yang Zhan couldn't understand how a mere martial artist with only sixteen meridian gates could unleash such terrifying power, instantly defeating a master with forty-six meridian gates!

Is this guy really human?

He naturally didn't know that Ling Feng's Eight Desolations Body Refinement Art had reached the first phase Mountain Shaking Transformation, and his physical strength was enough to smash apart a fourth-tier advanced demonic beast with a single punch!

While Zhu Xun indeed had forty-six meridian gates, could his physical body surpass that of a fourth-tier demonic beast?

The answer to that question was clearly negative!