The Art of Chaotic Divinity-Chapter 923: The Edge Without an Edge

"Little Sword God! Little Sword God!..."

The crowd erupted in cheers as Li Bufan clashed with Yan Jinghong, neither yielding an inch. It seemed that within the Tianfeng Sword Team, aside from Ling Feng, Li Bufan was just as dazzling, just as formidable.

"Haha, well done, Bufan!" Ye Nanfeng pumped his fist in excitement. "To hell with the so-called Empire Legend, go crush him!"

At the judges' podium, Grand Commandant Li's eyes gleamed with pride. His grandson had far surpassed his expectations. Without a doubt, this boy would become the Li family's greatest pride.

"Grandpa!"

Feeling the weight of that gaze, Li Bufan tightened his grip on his sword, his eyes locked onto his opponent. With a roar, he unleashed his technique.

"Heavenly—Thunder—Explosive—Step!"

His Wind and Thunder Left Vambrace burned like wildfire within him. No matter what, he had to defeat Yan Jinghong. There was no room for defeat.

Whoosh!

His body transformed into a streak of lightning, circling Yan Jinghong at blinding speed. With every step, a thunderbolt crashed down from the heavens, each as thick as a barrel, blasting craters into the arena floor. The shattered debris was instantly pulverized into dust by the sheer force of the thunder energy.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The relentless barrage forced Yan Jinghong onto the defensive. He kept blocking with his Profound Ice Shield while his Ice Emperor's Domain began to show subtle signs of collapse.

"Hmph! Useless!"

The Fourth Prince’s expression darkened when he saw Yan Jinghong struggling instead of quickly finishing the fight. He glanced at Dugu Lang and snapped, "You move as well. Taking care of the rest of those trash shouldn’t be a problem, right?"

"Not a chance in hell!"

Dugu Lang's fists clenched, his teeth grinding as he glared at the remaining Tianfeng members.

"Then cripple them!" The Fourth Prince's robes billowed without wind as an oppressive aura rolled off him.

"Yes!"

With a bestial roar, Dugu Lang shot forward like a wolf on the hunt. The sword platform trembled under his momentum.

Losing to Gu Tengfeng last time had been a humiliation. Today, he would reclaim his pride on this very stage.

"Another strong opponent!"

Gong Cheng's pupils constricted as cold sweat beaded on his forehead. Though Dugu Lang had lost to Gu Tengfeng before, that had been sheer luck. In truth, his strength wasn't far from Yan Jinghong's at full power.

"I'll handle him!"

Jiang Xiaofan's grip on his pitch-black "Abyss Sword" tightened. With a mighty swing, he sent a gale of razor-sharp wind howling forward.

Shhhk!

His right leg kicked off the ground, propelling him like a cannonball as he intercepted Dugu Lang mid-charge.

"You bastard!" Jiang Xiaofan's eyes burned with fury. "You nearly killed our captain! I'll make you pay!"

Activating his Xuanwu blood, his body erupted in a blinding amber glow. Like a humanoid beast, he swung his massive sword in a devastating arc.

"You?" Dugu Lang sneered. "You'll end up just like your crippled captain!"

His speed far surpassed Jiang Xiaofan's. In a normal duel, he could have easily dodged and gone straight for the Tianfeng Sword Team's Vermilion Bird battle flag.

But his orders were clear: Break them!

From the moment Ling Feng had defied the Fourth Prince, this was no longer just a match. It was a brutal dismantling of pride, a lesson in absolute domination.

Yet they had gravely underestimated Ling Feng and the Tianfeng Sword Team as a whole.

"Xuanwu Transformation: Earthshaker Strike!"

Jiang Xiaofan's roar shook the air as he channeled both his Xuanwu blood and the Giant Spirit War-God Bone. Though his cultivation was inferior, these two trump cards allowed him to match Dugu Lang's savage assault in raw power and defense.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The arena floor cracked like shattered glass with every exchange, fissures spider webbing outward. Yet no matter how fiercely Dugu Lang pressed, Jiang Xiaofan's defenses stood firm like an unbreakable fortress.

"Damn! Who knew Jiang Xiaofan was this strong? He's holding his own against a Royal Sword Team member!"

"Tianfeng Sword Team really can go toe-to-toe with the Royals!"

"Tianfeng! Tianfeng!..."

The crowd's roars surged like tidal waves.

Amid the chaos, Pill Devil smirked. "Hey, you smelly old blacksmith, that kid's not even using your crappy sword!"

"Hmph!" Sword Maniac's expression grew serious as he said coldly, "Although Xiaofan's will is firm, he still lacks a bit of spiritual energy and isn't as sharp-minded as that kid Ling Feng. It's not surprising that he can't grasp the 'Edge Without an Edge' of the Sword of Silent Awe in such a short time."

"Hah! The boy's all defense, no offense. He's got the weight part down, but I bet he only knows how to swing a hammer!" Pill Devil grinned. "Wanna bet? I say he won't pull it off!"

"Heh. If I didn't believe in him, I wouldn't have forged that sword for him." Sword Maniac's eyes stayed fixed on the battle. "Xiaofan's combat instincts are exceptional. When pushed, he will grasp it!"

"You're on! When I win, you'll call me 'Pill Boss' from now on! How's that, Sword Second?"

"Keep dreaming, 'Pill Second.'"

Sword Maniac let out a light snort and fixed his gaze on the stage. With Xiaofan's current state, it wouldn't take long before he completely falls into a passive, beaten position. But if he used the Sword of Silent Awe and unleashed the Edge Without an Edge, there was a fifty percent chance he could turn the tide and snatch victory from defeat.

"Don't disappoint me, Xiaofan!" Sword Maniac's eyes locked tightly on Xiaofan, waiting for the moment he would suddenly see through it all.

...

Meanwhile on the sword fighting platform.

Ling Feng and Xuanyuan Pozhen's battle raged on, their collisions threatening to shatter the sword fighting platform's barriers.

Li Bufan and Yan Jinghong remained locked in their fierce duel. Though Yan Jinghong should have held a slight edge, Ling Feng's earlier strike had left him wounded. Yet even injured, the monstrous prodigy matched Li Bufan blow for blow.

As for Jiang Xiaofan? He was barely hanging on. Relentless defense had pushed him to the platform's edge.

If nothing changed, defeat was inevitable!

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