The Art of Chaotic Divinity

"What?"

Ling Feng's words stunned everyone into silence; they stood there, wide-eyed and open-mouthed, gazing at him in disbelief.

Despite already being able to secure the first place and potentially obtain the ground-tier technique True Art of Xuanyuan, he now actively seeks to challenge Li Yunfan, all just to uphold his pride?

While Ling Feng's strength might have been formidable enough, he was only at the tenth level of Qi Formation Realm, whereas Li Yunfan had already reached the third level of Pulse Formation Realm!

Challenging a third level Pulse Formation as a tenth level Qi Formation, and using the True Art of Xuanyuan as a wager; apart from Ling Feng having a few screws loose, no one could think of any other explanation.

"Is this for real?" Li Yunfan burst into laughter immediately, his fists clenched tightly, excitement gleaming in his eyes.

Originally, with Elder Wen present, even if it was Elder Li speaking, Elder Li wouldn't have much influence and couldn't favor Li Yunfan. But now, this kid actually wants to hand over the first place to Li Yunfan.

What an idiot. There's truly no one dumber than him in this world.

At the tenth level of Qi Formation, it might be considered decent among those third-rate sects, but let's not forget, this was the Cangqiong Sect!

Even those outer sect disciples were mostly at the later-stage of Qi Formation Realm. Otherwise, they would only serve as menial disciples.

"Ling Feng, do not let your temporary emotions get the better of you!" Wen Tingguang fixed his gaze on Ling Feng, his voice solemn.

While Ling Feng's medical skills are unquestionably exemplary, when it comes to cultivation...

Wen Tingguang harbored no confidence in Ling Feng whatsoever.

After all, Ling Feng was merely a disciple who emerged from a minor sect like the Wenxian Sect. Even if he was considered a prodigy there, this was the Cangqiong Sect!

Within the divine guardian sect, there were no worthless members!

Even as mere menial disciples, in places like the Wenxian Sect, they would be deemed above average.

Yue Yunlan's beautiful eyes were fixed on Ling Feng. In her impression, Ling Feng was never one to boast.

If he dared to speak like that, he must surely have the strength to back it up.

"Thank you for the reminder, Senior Wen, but I've thought it over carefully. It's not about letting my emotions get the better of me," Ling Feng maintained a calm demeanor, casually remarking, "I just suddenly feel like hitting someone!"

Enduring Li Yunfan's repeated provocations goes against Ling Feng's usual character.

"Hahaha, I'd like to see how you, a mere Qi Formation Realm rookie, plan to hit me?"

Li Yunfan burst into laughter, grinning broadly. "Elder Li, Elder Wen, I agree with his approach. I can afford to take some hits and let him have a few moves!"

"Uhh..." Elder Li hesitated, though he inwardly supported this approach, the final decision still lay with Elder Wen Tingguang.

Wen Tingguang felt a sense of hesitation. Ling Feng made him both love and hate him at the same time.

"Let them be, I think it's good for young people to have a bit of passion."

Yuan Qiansheng, who had remained silent until now, suddenly chimed in.

"Hmm?" Wen Tingguang turned to glance at Yuan Qiansheng, pondering that if Ling Feng himself didn't mind handing over the True Art of Xuanyuan, then he had little room to object.

With resolve, he nodded. "Very well, in that case, both of you may spar, but stop when it gets too intense."

"Of course, no problem," Li Yunfan said smugly, adding with a touch of elegance, "Rest assured, since Ling Feng is willing to hand over the earth-tier technique, I'll make sure to be gentle."

In his point of view, this contest would end in an instant.

Not only him, but almost all of them too didn't have confidence in Ling Feng.

"This big idiot! If he loses later, let's see how he handles it!" Qiao Qiao wrinkled her nose, clearly very puzzled by Ling Feng's actions.

"I, on the other hand, think this is what a real man should do," Yue Yunlan said calmly.

"He's got some courage, that's for sure, but it's a bit foolish. Does he think this is some small sect like the Wenxian Sect? He clearly hasn't figured out the situation! Li Yunfan may be arrogant, but he's at the third stage of the Pulse Formation Realm. I don't think Mr Ling stands a chance."

"But I believe he can win." Yue Yunlan raised an eyebrow, a faint smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

"I don't believe it!"

"Oh? Dare to bet?"

"I'll take the bet, I'm not afraid of anything!" Qiao Qiao declared, puffing out her chest with confidence. "Miss, you're definitely going to lose this time!"

"Very well, if you lose, I'll hand you over to Mr Ling as a maid. Do you dare to take the bet?" Yue Yunlan chuckled.

"Umm..." Qiao Qiao hesitated briefly, then bit her lip. "Alright, if I win, what will I get?"

"You name it, and I'll give it to you!"

"Agreed!" Qiao Qiao laughed triumphantly. "Miss, prepare to part with your most cherished treasure!"

As the two girls whispered amongst themselves, everyone had already cleared a space, not too large yet not too small, leaving it for Ling Feng and Li Yunfan.

"Kid, daring to challenge me, you finally look like a man. I'm in a good mood today, so I'll give you some face. I won't hit your face,"

Li Yunfan appeared relaxed. Dealing with someone like Ling Feng, who is useless, there is no need to take it seriously.

"Oh? Is that so?" Ling Feng stepped forward with a smile, saying lightly, "When I hit someone, I aim for the face. You better watch out!"

"Hmph!" A flash of anger flickered in Li Yunfan's eyes as he emitted a cold snort and lunged forward. "You, a worthless piece of trash, dare to challenge me?"

Surging with qi, Li Yunfan's right hand formed into a claw as he fiercely aimed for Ling Feng's chest.

This was a family martial technique of the Li family, the Dragon Claw Technique. With formidable power, it was an extremely domineering lower-grade mystical-tier technique.

Meanwhile, among the various martial techniques Ling Feng cultivated in the Wenxian Sect, except for the bewildering Boundless Sword Steps, most were merely middle-grade or upper-grade yellow-tier techniques, far from reaching the level of a mystical-tier technique.

However, the strength of martial techniques also depended on the user.

Conversely, even ordinary martial techniques, if unleashed with their full potential, might not necessarily lag far behind those of higher tiers.

Ling Feng's eyes sparkled with a glint as he activated his Heavenly Dao Eye, quietly observing Li Yunfan's Dragon Claw Technique.

Undoubtedly, it was a rather formidable martial technique. Unfortunately, in Li Yunfan's hands, it failed to realize its true potential.

Inhaling lightly, Ling Feng steadied himself, transforming his palm into a clenched fist as he executed the fluid movements of the Boundless Sword Steps. In the moment when Li Yunfan's Dragon Claw attack surged towards him, Ling Feng's form became elusive, akin to drifting clouds, effortlessly avoiding the strike without leaving a trace. Simultaneously, he broke through Li Yunfan's defenses and closed the distance between them with a swift step, his fist charged with condensed true qi. With precision, he landed a fierce blow directly on Li Yunfan's eye socket.

"Ah!"

Li Yunfan exclaimed in pain, forcefully propelled backward several paces. His left eye socket swelled, turning a bruised shade reminiscent of a panda's.

"How is it possible?"

Li Yunfan stared at Ling Feng in disbelief, sensing that Ling Feng had thoroughly grasped his martial technique and even pinpointed his weaknesses with remarkable clarity.

The spectators around them widened their eyes in astonishment. It was almost beyond belief that with a seemingly casual punch, Ling Feng had pushed Li Yunfan back, as if Li Yunfan had purposefully given him an opportunity.

However, in such circumstances, for the sake of competing for the True Art of Xuanyuan, how could Li Yunfan possibly afford to go easy on him?

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