Chapter 813: Dragon Soaring Through the Nine Heavens

"Tianwei Academy... wins!"

The referee froze for a long moment before finally announcing the result, only after seeing the White Tiger battle flag toppled.

Not just the referee—even the audience below was stunned. It had been far too fast, absurdly fast!

At the very least, Yun Qianfan's team was Wenyuan Academy's strongest sword team. Yet in Ling Feng's hands, they couldn't even last the time it took to finish a cup of tea?

A complete and utter annihilation!

"Damn, Wenyuan Academy is just too weak!"

"Seriously, even I could've lost like that!"

"

Hahaha,

same here!"

The spectator stands erupted in an uproar. No one had even processed what happened—this was probably the fastest match in history. The swords hadn't even sparked before it was over.

𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

"Well done! This is the Big Brother I know!"

Ouyang Jing and his crew cheered wildly for Ling Feng. This was the domineering aura befitting Brother Feng!

Leng Jianfeng, that old rogue, gloated even more smugly, "See that? That's the kind of student I, Leng Jianfeng, train!

Wahahaha—

"

Deng Yongshi was so excited she grabbed General Deng's arm and shook it violently, nearly rattling the old man's bones loose.

Among the crowd, a cloaked figure silently observed the match. Watching Ling Feng's movement art and speed, he gave a faint nod.

"Not bad."

This figure was naturally Ling Feng's master—Yan Cangtian.

Though he didn't say it aloud, Yan Cangtian still paid close attention to his last disciple's matches.

"

Sigh...

It's not that Wenyuan Academy is too weak. It's that Ling Feng is simply too fast."

Among the Central Court Sword Team's ranks, Li Yunting narrowed his eyes and said solemnly, "If Yun Qianfan had taken a more stable approach and had three or more members focus solely on locking down Ling Feng, they might have held out a little longer."

"Three people..."

Lu Qingshan swallowed hard. "That kid... I feel like he's gotten even stronger?"

"Not just a little. Much stronger."

Li Yunting sighed deeply. Every time he saw Ling Feng, the boy's strength would skyrocket another level. This time was no exception.

This guy... might truly have the potential to surpass even that Empire Legend and knock him off his pedestal!

"Too monstrous!" Lu Qingshan rolled his eyes. "Looks like for the next few years, Tianwei Academy's title of 'strongest sword team' will be monopolized by the East Court Sword Team."

"I doubt it." Li Yunting shook his head with a faint smile.

"

Ugh...

" Lu Qingshan glanced back at Mu Liufeng and forced a bitter laugh. "No way... I really can't think of anyone who can stand against Ling Feng and his crew once us old-timers graduate."

Li Yunting arched an eyebrow. "When you can no longer learn anything in a place, and when you no longer have any rivals left... would you still stay?"

"Captain, what do you mean?" Lu Qingshan was baffled.

"For Ling Feng, even Tianwei Academy is nothing more than a small pond. He'll soon soar beyond it—a dragon soaring through the nine heavens."

Yue Yunlan pursed her lips softly and murmured, "Captain, that's what you meant, right?"

"

Haha,

Junior Sister Yue is as sharp as ever." Li Yunting's eyes gleamed. "I believe his next stage will be the world of sects, the military-political arena, or perhaps even the vast Dongling Region. Not some tiny Tianwei Academy."

"

Ugh...

" Lu Qingshan's expression shifted slightly.

Indeed, Ling Feng was simply too outstanding, no less than that Empire Legend, Yan Jinghong.

Yan Jinghong, though hailing from Zhenlong Academy, had long since left the institution and stepped onto a far grander stage.

Only "ordinary" people like them would obediently wait until graduation to leave.

...

After a brief rest, the second match began.

This time, Ling Feng didn't even take the field, replaced instead by Li Bufan.

It was a gesture to spare Wenyuan Academy some dignity—lest they lose too disgracefully.

Without Ling Feng's overwhelming presence, Gu Tengfeng and Gong Cheng adopted a steadier strategy. After all, as Wenyuan Academy's strongest sword team, Yun Qianfan and several other members were genuinely skilled.

Moreover, their flag keeper's recovery and disruption abilities were formidable. The two sides clashed fiercely in the free-for-all zone for a long time.

In the end, it was Li Bufan's

Wind and Thunder Transformation

movement art that allowed him to slip past Yun Qianfan and another member's blockade, toppling the White Tiger battle flag once more.

This time, the crowd witnessed Yun Qianfan's team's true strength. The battle had been fierce and evenly matched.

Only then did they realize—it wasn't that Wenyuan Academy was weak. It was that Ling Feng's individual prowess was simply too overwhelming.

If no one could stop Ling Feng from reaching the flag-guarding area, it would be a nightmare for any sword team's flag keeper!

"Congratulations to Tianwei Academy for winning 2-0 and earning one point!"

The referee's announcement was met with sighs from Wenyuan Academy's team. Once again, they were likely destined for last place.

"Well fought."

Gu Tengfeng led his teammates in a fist-and-palm salute toward Yun Qianfan and his group.

Yun Qianfan let out a long sigh and returned the gesture with a bitter smile. "If anything, you were the ones who went easy on us. If Ling Feng had taken the field, we'd have lost even faster in the second round."

Though he had formulated a strategy specifically to counter Ling Feng, the East Court Sword Team with Ling Feng and without him were two entirely different entities.

Of course, this was also because their strength wasn't enough to force Jiang Xiaofan and Li Bufan to reveal their true capabilities.

By now, they had fully refined the Heaven and Earth Treasures Ling Feng had gifted them—Li Bufan's Wind and Thunder Left Vambrace and Jiang Xiaofan's Giant Spirit War-God Bone. With the power of these treasures, even against experts like Liu Fanyu, they might still stand a chance.

As for Mu Qianxue, that hidden trump card—well, that went without saying.

Yun Qianfan glanced at Ling Feng again and sighed once more.

The first time he had met Ling Feng, he could have crushed the boy with a wave of his hand. Yet in less than half a year, Ling Feng's strength had far surpassed his own.

He had always prided himself as a genius. But compared to Ling Feng? He wasn't even fit to be called a fool.

"Today's matches have concluded. Please exit in an orderly manner. Tomorrow's match will feature Zhenlong Academy versus Wenyuan Academy!"

As the host's voice rang out, the crowds on the central field gradually dispersed...

"

Hehehe,

we've struck gold this time!"

When Gu Tengfeng led the team back to the players' area, Lin Mochen was already waving a stack of betting slips, laughing loudly.

"As long as we keep betting on our sword team winning, it's basically free money!"