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Chapter 307: The Return of the King!

"Abandon him! We have no choice but to abandon him!"

After much hesitation, Gong Cheng finally made the difficult decision.

There was no other option but to abandon him!

According to the rules of the sword fighting competition, if a team member was injured, there was one opportunity to substitute with another member.

By substituting in Yu Sixian, they might still have a chance to go toe-to-toe with the North Court\'s second team.

"Kid, to have held out until now, you\'ve done well! Unfortunately, you chose the wrong team!"

Yang Zhan laughed heartily while swinging his heavy sword with tremendous force.

Li Bufan was affected by the deceleration and weakening force field, while Yang Zhan and his team continued to receive boosts from one another.

The importance of the flag keeper became evident at this moment.

Typically, flag keepers would cultivate supportive martial arts, like the North Court\'s second team flag keeper\'s deceleration field and barrier, which were both incredibly powerful supportive abilities.

The North Court, being second only to the Central Court among the five courts, even boasted a formidable second team for the sword fighting arena.

Li Bufan\'s reckless charge into the enemy\'s defensive zone meant he forfeited any assistance from Xue Xiaolin.

From the very beginning, the East Court\'s sword team found themselves in a four-against-five predicament due to Li Bufan\'s mistake.

In team-based sword fighting competitions, it was never a one-man battle.

Especially in a place where geniuses gathered, this was even more true.

"This is my final strike! Wild Blade Mountain Severing Slash!"

Yang Zhan erupted with immense power. As long as he could knock Li Bufan down, the opponent\'s morale would be crushed. Even if they substituted in a new member, the outcome of this match was already decided.

Boom!

Li Bufan was sent flying by this powerful strike. Two more opponents closed in from behind, their sword qi slicing through his clothes and piercing his back to create two bloody wounds.

Splat!

Blood spattered, dripping onto the sword fighting platform, and Li Bufan\'s body fell heavily to the ground.

After enduring for more than thirty breaths, Li Bufan was finally injured.

"Hehe, surrender!"

Yang Zhan sneered. So what if he\'s the Little Sword God?

A rookie like him has no choice but to admit defeat on this platform!

"Substitute!"

Gong Cheng shouted loudly, "The East Court\'s sword team will use their substitution!"

"Hmph, go ahead." Yang Zhan kicked Li Bufan aside disdainfully, his eyes filled with contempt. He then sneered coldly. "Li Bufan, many geniuses have fallen at my hands. You\'re neither the first nor the last. Recognize your place. Genius? On the sword fighting platform, there are no geniuses, but only swordsmen!"

Though Yang Zhan\'s arrogance was indeed excessive, his words reflected the survival rules of the sword fighting platform.

If everyone considered themselves a genius, thinking they could fight five opponents alone, they were gravely mistaken.

Such geniuses did exist, but there was always someone better.

In the empire, there was never a shortage of geniuses!

Li Bufan clenched his fists and used his long sword to support his body as he slowly stood up. His eyes were filled with determination. "I-I can still continue..."

"Step down!"

Gong Cheng took a deep breath and didn\'t say much. This was the sword fighting platform, the battlefield of swordsmen.

Once on the sword fighting platform, one must absolutely obey the captain\'s orders.

With intense reluctance and a heart full of humiliation, Li Bufan stepped down from the platform.

This was the first time that Li Bufan, the Little Sword God, had tasted such a bitter defeat.

Clenching his fists, Li Bufan walked off the sword fighting platform step by step.

"We need to bring in a substitute. Yu—"

Gong Cheng\'s heart was exceptionally heavy. This was his first time commanding a battle as captain, and he hadn\'t expected such an outcome.

Even if we substitute in Yu Sixian, the result would likely still be...

"How about letting me take the field?"

A deep and magnetic voice echoed from the entrance of the arena.

Gong Cheng\'s eyes twitched. That voice is unmistakably...

Ling Feng!

"Big Brother! It\'s Big Brother!"

Jiang Xiaofan immediately jumped up, laughing heartily. "Big Brother is here!!!"

Ouyang Jing shouted loudly, "The return of the king!"

"He’s not dead?" Gu Tengfeng was initially stunned, and then his eyes filled with intense excitement and joy.

With Ling Feng\'s return, there was hope for this match again!

"Damn, this guy..." Yu Sixian, who was about to step onto the platform, suddenly stopped when he saw Ling Feng. "Haha, I knew he wasn\'t destined for a short life! Hahaha..."

"Wow, wow, wow! Miss, Miss, Miss, that blockhead is here!"

Qiao Qiao excitedly shook Yue Yunlan\'s delicate shoulders, shouting with the enthusiasm of an eighteen-year-old.

"I see him!" Yue Yunlan couldn\'t help but roll her eyes at Qiao Qiao, but a smile also crept onto her face.

After all, she had heard rumors that Ling Feng had died in the Sword Tower of Wind and Thunder. But now, with Ling Feng\'s appearance, all those rumors were proven false without any effort.

"How will he win this match?"

Yue Yunlan\'s lips curled into a smile as enchanting as the spring breeze.

"Is that kid Ling Feng? Damn, wasn’t he supposed to be dead?" The student from the North Court, who had been declaring Ling Feng\'s death, was dumbfounded.

"You got proven wrong, haha. That kid is something else. This time, the East Court\'s sword team is bound to win!" On the other hand, the students from the East Court felt vindicated and proud.

Although the East Court had been weak for a long time, they were still East Court students and naturally didn\'t want to see their sword team lose to the North Court\'s second team.

"Hmph, so what if he\'s alive? He’s just a yellow-tier student. Does he think he can save the world? In my opinion, he\'s not even as good as Li Bufan."

"Pfft, just wait and see. East Court will win for sure!"

"Tch, North Court will win!"

For a moment, the sword fighting platform remained quiet, but the audience was in an uproar.

...

"Ling Feng, haha, you brat!"

Gong Cheng smiled knowingly. "Alright, let’s bring Ling Feng on!"

Lin Mochen, Ye Nanfeng, and Xue Xiaolin all looked at Ling Feng with anticipation.

Their aura completely changed. They no longer looked defeated but were instead full of fighting spirit, as if they\'d been injected with adrenaline.

Li Bufan clenched his fists and silently walked off the sword fighting platform towards the spectator area.

He didn\'t leave. He wanted to see how Ling Feng would turn the tide.

Gu Tengfeng saw Li Bufan stay to watch and a smile appeared on his face.

When Li Bufan was willing to let go of his pride, he would become a formidable swordsman.

With Ling Feng and Li Bufan joining the East Court\'s sword team, they were sure to stand out among the four courts and challenge the Central Court, the strongest of the five courts, in a battle of experts.

They might even be able to represent Tianwei Academy and compete against the strongest teams from the other three academies in the imperial tournament, vying for the ultimate glory!

Gu Tengfeng\'s heart burned with excitement.

"Thank you!"

Ling Feng smiled lightly and, under everyone\'s gaze, slowly walked onto the sword fighting platform.

Another figure rushed breathlessly into the arena, hands on hips, panting heavily.

Huff... huff... huff...

Lin Xian\'er had exhausted herself trying to keep up with Ling Feng. She finally realized just how terrifyingly fast Ling Feng was.

"Damn you, Ling Feng! I h-hate you so much!"

After catching her breath, Lin Xian\'er looked up at the platform and saw that Ling Feng was already standing there. The battle was about to begin!