The Art of Chaotic Divinity-Chapter 750: Sky-Tier Movement Art—Soaring Twin Phoenix

On the sword fighting arena.

The moment East Court's Sword Team's lineup was announced, a wave of disappointment rippled through the entire audience.

No one had expected East Court's Sword Team to pull such a move—not a single main fighter was deployed!

Especially for those spectators who had come specifically to see Ling Feng, this was nothing short of a letdown.

"What's going on? Ling Feng isn't even fighting!"

"Even if Ling Feng isn't competing, at least Captain Gu Tengfeng should be on the field!"

"Exactly! East Court's Sword Team has always been weak. Aside from Gu Tengfeng, their original lineup barely had any decent fighters. Now they're just sending the vice-captain and a few ordinary members? This is pure arrogance!"

"I bet they'll lose the first round! Or maybe they're deliberately throwing the match to let North Court's Second Team save face."

"That must be it. With this lineup, there's no way they can handle Nie Yuanzhou and Yang Zhan's combo!"

Among the crowd, students familiar with the five courts' sword teams exchanged heated discussions.

"It seems this year's East Court Sword Team has truly undergone a transformation."

A handsome young man sat with his arms crossed in the stands, a faint smirk playing on his lips.

Around him were several others of similar age, each exuding an extraordinary aura—geniuses among geniuses.

"Captain Li, I think Gu Tengfeng just wants to let North Court's Second Team win one round. These guys are third-rate at best—not even on Nie Yuanzhou's level."

A square-faced man scoffed dismissively.

"Qingshan, you're wrong."

Li Yunting shook his head with a light chuckle. "This is East Court's first match. Even if they wanted to concede, they wouldn't do it in the opening round. Clearly, Gu Tengfeng has full confidence in this lineup!"

"No way." The square-faced man's pupils contracted slightly. "You're saying East Court's Sword Team can defeat a solid team like North Court's Second Team with just these members?"

"Whether they can or not, we'll find out soon enough."

Li Yunting's eyes gleamed as he studied Gu Tengfeng and Ling Feng seated calmly in the competitors' area.

Gu Tengfeng was a seasoned veteran with rich competitive experience, and paired with Ling Feng, they posed a serious threat even to Central Court's Sword Team.

Especially after Ling Feng had recently withstood a direct strike from Yan Jinghong—a feat that even Li Yunting found slightly unnerving.

But he wasn't worried. He had his own reliable teammates.

Ling Feng might be formidable, but sword team battles were never won by a single individual.

On the judges' podium, even the academicians among the mentors were doubtful about East Court's lineup. After all, the team's strength had always depended on its two prodigious newcomers, Ling Feng and Li Bufan.

As for Jiang Xiaofan, his combat record was still unknown, so he remained under the radar.

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Sword Fighting Platform

"Looks like they're seriously underestimating us!"

Yang Zhan's expression hardened. Although they had been defeated by East Court's Sword Team before, they had already accepted the possibility of losing.

But losing to their core members was one thing; losing to their regular members was a whole different story.

"Captain, if they're going to look down on us like this, let's show them the price of arrogance!"

A North Court Second Team member sneered, his anger boiling over.

"Yuanzhou, what do you think?" Yang Zhan took a deep breath and glanced at his companion.

Nie Yuanzhou—North Court Second Team's hidden ace. Even North Court's First Team had repeatedly tried to recruit him, yet he had remained loyal to Yang Zhan's squad.

"Don't let your guard down."

Nie Yuanzhou smiled faintly and patted his furious teammate's shoulder. "No matter who the opponent is, we give it our all! Let's go—take the first round!"

"Yeah!"

The entire North Court Second Team roared in unison, their morale instantly soaring.

This was the essence of a team's soul—the ability to inspire all members in an instant.

In this regard, Nie Yuanzhou seemed more like the true captain than Yang Zhan.

"Let's do this!"

On the opposite side, Gong Cheng took a deep breath and rallied his own team.

He had never dreamed he would one day lead a battle like this.

Today was the first step toward realizing what had once seemed an impossible dream.

"Hmph, I might be just a tiny bit weaker than Brother Feng, but if they think that means they can beat us, they're delusional!"

Ye Nanfeng flexed his fists and grinned at his teammates. "Let's make this quick—show everyone what we're made of!"

"Hehe!"

Lin Mochen and Yu Sixian exchanged knowing smirks. The sky-tier martial arts Ling Feng had tailored for them weren't just for show!

Soon, both teams saluted and took their positions. With the referee's whistle, the match officially began!

Flag-guarding area, offense-defense zone, free-for-all zone—every inch contested!

"Mochen, Sixian—focus on preventing enemy incursions. Nanfeng, look for an opening to break through!"

Gong Cheng stood firm in the offense-defense zone, directing the battle with precision. Compared to Gu Tengfeng's commanding presence, his leadership was more methodical—reflecting his steady combat style.

"Got it!"

The team nodded in unison. Lin Mochen and Yu Sixian fell back slightly, while Ye Nanfeng charged headfirst into the free-for-all zone, seemingly aiming to penetrate alone.

Of course, Gong Cheng remained close, ready to support at any moment.

"I'll handle him! The rest of you, lock down their offense and find a way into their flag-guarding area! Their flag-keeper has strong support skills but limited combat ability!"

Nie Yuanzhou, ever the tactical core, reacted instantly to East Court's strategy.

Swish!

Ye Nanfeng's figure blurred like a phantom as he darted through the free-for-all zone, even pushing to the edge of the offensive-defensive zone.

Nie Yuanzhou was no slouch either—his sword swept out in a fierce arc, forcing Ye Nanfeng to halt abruptly.

"Damn, that sword qi is incredible!"

Ye Nanfeng's eyelids twitched as he barely dodged. "If you're so keen on following me, then keep up!"

The moment he spoke, his body split into two afterimages—impossible to tell which was real and which was fake.

This was his trump card, the sky-tier movement art Ling Feng had taught him: Soaring Twin Phoenix!

"What?!"

Nie Yuanzhou's pupils constricted violently. "Zhu Xun, take the left one! Lin Long, deploy a deceleration field! Don't let him near the flag-guarding area!"

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Zhu Xun, North Court Second Team's fastest member, flashed forward, locking onto one of Ye Nanfeng's clones with a swift sword strike. Their team's coordination was flawless—honed through countless battles.

"The plan's working. Now it's our turn!"

A faint smile curled Gong Cheng's lips. So far, everything was proceeding exactly as he had envisioned.

The moment Ye Nanfeng disrupted the enemy's formation, Gong Cheng surged into the offensive-defensive zone. Simultaneously, Lin Mochen pressed into the free-for-all zone, applying relentless pressure.