The Art of Chaotic Divinity

Chapter 770: A Perfect Conclusion

"We won!"

In an instant, the entire venue erupted with thunderous cheers!

The crowd chanted Ling Feng's name, the Little Sword God's name, Captain Gu Tengfeng's name—and the name of the victorious team, the East Court's Sword Team.

Likewise, the "Tactical Brain" Gong Cheng, the "Humanoid Beast" Jiang Xiaofan, and Ye Nanfeng's "Soaring Twin Phoenix" movement art from his debut match...

Every member of the East Court's Sword Team had left a deep impression on the audience. This once-underdog team had now forged their own legendary achievement.

"We won! We finally won!"

Ye Nanfeng, Yu Sixian, and Lin Mochen may not have stood on the finals stage, but the glory belonged to the East Court's Sword Team. Overcome with emotion, they were nearly brought to tears.

Even Mu Qianxue, who had only recently joined the team, wore a faint smile, swept up in the joy of the moment—happy for Ling Feng and for her new comrades.

"Big Brother is still Big Brother, hahaha!"

Ouyang Jing and the others danced and cheered wildly, while Leng Jianfeng raised his arms triumphantly. "See that? The students I taught are just that damn good!"

His shamelessness remained as consistent as ever. And with the East Court's Sword Team's championship, he now had bragging rights for the next decade!

If the East Court's Sword Team ever defeated the Royal Sword Team, his rear would probably be stuck up in the clouds for good.

...

"A fine match, Brother Li."

Gu Tengfeng sheathed his sword and offered a fist-and-palm salute to Li Yunting, his face alight with exhilaration.

Li Yunting had always been the goal he chased. Now, in his final match before graduating from Tianwei Academy, he had finally achieved that dream. This overwhelming sense of fulfillment was something even Ling Feng couldn't fully understand.

"The East Court's Sword Team has grown tremendously. But next time, we won't lose."

Li Yunting smiled freely, showing no trace of disappointment.

To have fought such an exhilarating battle on the sword fighting arena—he had no regrets left in his heart.

"Haha, let's hope there is a next time."

Gu Tengfeng nodded. The outcome of a single match meant little. But soon, they would leave Tianwei Academy—some entering the royal court, some joining the military, others heading to sects...

It seemed unlikely they would ever cross swords again.

"Since you've won, you'll now represent Tianwei Academy and prove our strength to the other academies! I look forward to your ultimate battle against the strongest sword team."

"You'll see it."

Gu Tengfeng clenched his fist, his eyes gleaming with confidence.

With his current teammates—and their still-hidden trump card, Mu Qianxue—they just might have a chance against the Royal Sword Team.

"Brother Ling, thank you."

Mu Liufeng bowed deeply to Ling Feng once more. Though covered in wounds, none were serious. Yet without Ling Feng's intervention, he might have lost his life.

"A trivial effort, hardly worth mentioning. Besides, we are opponents, not enemies."

Ling Feng smiled faintly. Truthfully, his decision to help had been partly out of consideration for Yue Yunlan.

After all, Mu Liufeng was her teammate.

At that moment, Yue Yunlan approached as well, offering her congratulations. "Mr. Ling, congratulations on your victory. You're one step closer to challenging the Royal Sword Team."

Though her bout with Li Bufan had left her somewhat disheveled, she was unharmed—the least battered of them all.

Even Xue Xiaolin had suffered minor injuries earlier, blocking sword qi aimed at the battle flag when Li Yunting pressured their defense.

"Thank you." Ling Feng smiled calmly, his mind unclouded by excitement.

Defeating the Central Court Sword Team was only the first step. The ultimate goal was the undefeated powerhouse—the Royal Sword Team.

According to the Ninth Prince, Mo Feng, every member of the Royal Sword Team was a top-tier expert, including the Fourth Prince, who surpassed even Yan Jinghong in strength.

Given how hard they had struggled against the Central Court Sword Team, defeating the Royal Sword Team would be an even more daunting task.

Fortunately, after this match, they had more than half a month to rest. Following the battles against the other three major academies, they would still have over two months to prepare for the ultimate showdown against the Royal Sword Team.

In those two months, every member of the team would need to elevate their strength significantly to stand a chance.

Soon, the head judges announced the final results. The champion of this year's Five Courts' Sword Team Grand Competition was—the East Court's Sword Team!

After the award ceremony, the crowd gradually dispersed. The Five Courts' Sword Team Grand Competition had reached its perfect conclusion.

"Brother Ling, Brother Gu, we need to take Liufeng back for treatment, so we'll be taking our leave."

Li Yunting bowed to Gu Tengfeng before leading the Central Court Sword Team away.

Yue Yunlan cast a final glance at Ling Feng, offering him a slight nod before following Li Yunting.

They were teammates, after all. Though she wished she could share in Ling Feng's joy, now was not the time.

Meanwhile, Qiao Qiao, the maid at Yue Yunlan's side, whispered something into her ear, making Yue Yunlan blush furiously.

What Qiao Qiao had reminded her of was a statement Yue Yunlan had once made: "The man I, Yue Yunlan, choose must be stronger than me!"

Back then, upon learning Ling Feng had joined the East Court's Sword Team, Yue Yunlan had expressed hope that they might one day face each other on the sword fighting platform as rival team members.

Now, that very scenario had come true—and Ling Feng had emerged victorious.

Qiao Qiao's teasing left Yue Yunlan utterly flustered.

...

Upon returning to the East Court's Sword Team's training grounds, Lin Mochen and the others immediately proposed celebrating at a tavern near Tianwei Academy.

Given the magnitude of their achievement, even Gu Tengfeng didn't refuse this time.

With over half a month until the inter-academy matches, one night of relaxation wouldn't hurt.

"Then let's go to the Drunken Pavilion! Remember last time, when Brother Feng taught Liu Shengjie from the West Court Sword Team a ruthless lesson there? People still talk about it!"

Ye Nanfeng grinned, winking at Ling Feng.

"That was ages ago. No need to bring it up now." Ling Feng rolled his eyes but didn't oppose the suggestion.

The Drunken Pavilion served excellent food and wine—a fine choice indeed.

After a brief rest, the group headed to the tavern to celebrate their hard-earned victory.

As for Wang Yishan, Zhou Kai, and the others? Of course, they wouldn't miss a chance to freeload, tagging along without hesitation.