The Art of Chaotic Divinity

Chapter 229: Fighting Spirit! The Mysterious Youth!

"No... No way!"

"Wait, was Li Erdan just pretending to be pushed back? Is he cooperating with Jiang Xiaofan?"

"It's a setup! Something's fishy here! Jiang Xiaofan is too fast!"

The students below were utterly perplexed. While Li Erdan might not have been exceptional, he was still at the seventh level of the Pulse Formation Realm!

Jiang Xiaofan was barely at the third level!

Moreover, Jiang Xiaofan didn't seem like the kind of genius who could fight above his level.

Even Yang Jun, Feng Mo, and He Yiming, who supported Jiang Xiaofan, were astonished.

"When did Xiaofan become so powerful?"

"Gulp, Xiaofan..."

Unbelievable! Unbelievable! It was still unbelievable!

A person who everyone thought was a fool, a moron, a nobody, turned out to be a hidden expert?

Perched on the platform, Devil Instructor Leng Jianfeng's lips arched into a smirk. "So now you little bastards get it? And you still doubt my ability to judge people?"

Despite his frequent disdainful remarks about the students, the truth was that he was well aware of the abilities of each and every one of them.

Within Tianwei Academy, he was renowned for his sharp tongue, but his eyes were just as piercing!

Ling Feng, on the other hand, simply chuckled and rubbed his nose bridge, opting not to speak.

His frequent guidance and training sessions with Jiang Xiaofan in martial arts were not in vain.

He observed Jiang Xiaofan's dedication and, as an elder brother figure, felt compelled to offer assistance when needed. Additionally, Jiang Xiaofan's innate talent, particularly his natural strength, was not to be underestimated.

Ling Feng's efforts were merely aimed at helping him unleash his own potential.

Qin Wanwan turned to glance at Ling Feng, and upon seeing his suspicious smile, she immediately suspected that he was somehow involved.

"You scoundrel, always playing the role of a good person!" Qin Wanwan gritted her teeth, feeling somewhat perplexed. In this day and age, most people have become increasingly selfish and ruthless.

Why was it that Ling Feng seemed to possess a unique charisma, capable of influencing those around him?

Even she felt as though she had been affected by him, often finding herself thinking of him for no apparent reason...

"Hmph!" Qin Wanwan shook her head vigorously, and thought to herself: I must be going crazy!

"Way to go, Xiaofan!"

"That's the spirit!"

Zhou Kai and Ouyang Jing burst into laughter. With four out of the fifteen slots taken by students from Tianshu East Court, it was indeed a great honor!

Li Erdan's forehead darkened as he tightly gripped his mystical artifact, roaring, "Jiang Xiaofan, get out of my way!"

This time, Li Erdan didn't hold back, launching his attack with full force.

Although Jiang Xiaofan's brain reactions weren't particularly swift, his body had adapted to Ling Feng's attack rhythm through long-term sparring sessions. His physical responses were even quicker than his mind.

With a swift sidestep and a swing of his sword to block, Jiang Xiaofan followed up with a basic sword technique, the "Mountain-splitting Strike!"

Clang!

Li Erdan was directly struck by the ferocious and surging force, causing him to reel in confusion. His legs buckled, and with a crack, he half-knelt on the ground, shattering the bluestone tiles!

Crushed!

He was utterly crushed!

It turned out that Jiang Xiaofan's true strength was terrifying!

Even Jiang Xiaofan himself was somewhat astonished, staring incredulously at his own hands.

However, his limited intelligence still allowed him to understand that during his sparring sessions with Ling Feng, he had made significant leaps in both reaction time and footwork.

Jiang Xiaofan, who was once looked down upon, had now risen to fame in just one battle!

Meanwhile, Li Erdan had become nothing but a laughingstock.

Who gave you the guts to show off?

Below the platform, the students all cast fearful glances toward Jiang Xiaofan, who stood tall. No one dared to ridicule him anymore.

Because if Jiang Xiaofan were a complete idiot, wouldn't they be even worse off than idiots?

"I really envy Xiaofan!" Yang Jun, witnessing Jiang Xiaofan's victory in the competition, immediately looked toward Ling Feng with gratitude in his eyes. Where else could all this come from if not from Ling Feng's guidance?

It was all thanks to Ling Feng's guidance that Xiaofan has achieved what he had today!

"Senior Brother Li, thank you for letting me win," Jiang Xiaofan extended his hand towards Li Erdan, only to be pushed away.

"I don't need your pity!"

Li Erdan clenched his teeth. "I may have lost this time, Jiang Xiaofan, but I won't lose next time!"

With determination, Li Erdan rose from the ground, refusing to let his defeat to Jiang Xiaofan dampen his fighting spirit. This resilience could be regarded as one of his commendable traits.

"Hehe!"

Devil Instructor Leng Jianfeng nodded subtly. The students of Tianwei Academy required this kind of unyielding character to thrive and become stronger!

"It seems you all don't have any other objections now, huh?" Leng Jianfeng sneered, impatiently adding, "If you had realized sooner, we wouldn't have wasted time."

The students below, one by one, lowered their heads, secretly admiring this devil instructor. His judgment was truly sharp and ruthless!

"Jiang Xiaofan, go join the team!" Leng Jianfeng waved his hand, and Jiang Xiaofan excitedly nodded, quickly walking over to Ling Feng and the others.

"Congratulations, Xiaofan," Ling Feng smiled.

"Thanks for your regular guidance, Big Brother," Jiang Xiaofan grinned, scratching the back of his head.

"Xiaofan, you're amazing! I had no idea!" Ouyang Jing chuckled.

"Well done! I always knew you had it in you," Zhou Kai congratulated with a light punch to Jiang Xiaofan's chest, their usual muscle-guy greeting.

The remaining students, including Liu Yunfei, Wang Yishan, and the others, offered their congratulations to Jiang Xiaofan. Even Qin Wanwan nodded and smiled at him.

With so many people showing such enthusiasm towards Jiang Xiaofan, the typically modest and unassuming young man felt a bit embarrassed.

"Alright, everyone, settle down!" Leng Jianfeng cleared his throat and spoke sternly. "Apart from the fifteen I've selected, the rest will continue with the weighted training—600 pounds for a hundred and ten rounds!"

"Come with me, the few of you!"

Before Leng Jianfeng's words had fully settled, a middle-aged man in a black robe emerged, followed by a young man of striking handsomeness and a cold demeanor. They strode purposefully toward the training ground.

The young man, appearing to be around seventeen or eighteen, possessed sharp features and an imposing presence. Yet, his expression remained icy and devoid of any emotion, resembling unyielding ice.

Upon spotting this young man, Ling Feng couldn't help but flutter his eyelids.

This unexpected encounter ignited an uncontrollable surge of fighting spirit within him!

Simultaneously, the young man lifted his gaze, directing it sharply at Ling Feng across the crowd!