The Art of Chaotic Divinity-Chapter 773: Defeating You Without Drawing My Sword

"Well? Do you have the guts to take this bet?"

Yan Shuying's phoenix-like eyes locked onto Ling Feng. With Liu Fanyu, a core member of the Royal Sword Team, by her side, she was utterly confident of victory.

"Brother Feng, don't fall for her trap!"

Lin Mochen quickly stepped forward, grabbing Ling Feng's arm. "Brother Feng, the key to any bet is fairness. That woman is clearly trying to get something for nothing—her so-called 'clue' could just be some meaningless drivel. If you lose, you'd be cheated out of everything!"

"Right, that makes sense."

Ling Feng nodded. Lin Mochen was, after all, the East Court's Sword Team's infamous "gambling addict." While he might not excel in other areas, when it came to bets, he was an expert!

"You—!" Yan Shuying's brows furrowed, her scheme exposed. She gritted her teeth in frustration.

"Miss, no need to be so angry. A bet should be fair. You're demanding pills and kowtows from Brother Feng, but your own stake is pitifully lacking in sincerity!"

Lin Mochen crossed his arms, grinning smugly.

Yan Shuying's face darkened as she glared at him. "Then what do you propose?"

"Hehe!" Lin Mochen glanced at Ling Feng. "Brother Feng, I suggest that if we win, she must kneel and call you 'master' every time she sees you. That's true fairness!"

"Over my dead body!" Yan Shuying, who had been treated like a princess her entire life, would never bow to Ling Feng.

The very idea was ludicrous!

"What's wrong? No faith in your Liu Fanyu?"

Ling Feng raised an eyebrow. "It's not like I'm the one who wants to bet. If you're not willing, you can leave right now."

"You! You—!"

Yan Shuying was momentarily speechless, her face twisting in fury.

Liu Fanyu stepped forward confidently. "Miss Shuying, rest assured. Dealing with these fools is as easy as crushing ants. Whether they come one by one or all at once, they're nothing but trash."

Reassured, Yan Shuying steadied herself. Though the stakes were high, Liu Fanyu's strength was undeniable. Even Yan Jinghong had admitted it would take him over a hundred moves to defeat Liu Fanyu.

As for Ling Feng, during his last clash with Yan Jinghong, he had barely survived a single strike before being overwhelmed.

With Liu Fanyu here, Ling Feng and his team stood no chance.

"Very well. Senior Brother Liu, I trust you completely." Yan Shuying gave him a sweet smile before turning back to Ling Feng. "Brat, prepare to kneel before me!"

Ling Feng smirked, his gaze shifting to Liu Fanyu. "You said we could all attack at once, right?"

"Of course! A bunch of weaklings like you might as well come together. It'll save me the trouble of being accused of bullying the weak!"

Liu Fanyu's disdain was palpable. None of these people had even reached the Spiritual Element Realm. To him, they were nothing but a disorganized mob.

"Hmph, the East Court's Sword Team doesn't need to gang up on you."

Ling Feng gestured toward Tuoba Yan. "Since you're a member of the Royal Sword Team, beating you one-on-one might bruise your ego. So, I'll reluctantly team up with my little maid. That way, if you lose, you can at least claim it was unfair. Less embarrassing for you."

"You insolent brat!"

Liu Fanyu's face flushed with rage. "Enough talk! You'll soon learn the difference between us!"

Tuoba Yan couldn't help but secretly chuckle. Ling Feng is truly sly!

While pairing with anyone else might not guarantee victory, with her Tiance Mirror, Liu Fanyu stood no chance.

But aside from her, no one else knew this. The rest of the team wore worried expressions.

"Big Brother, let me fight with you. At least I can take a few hits for you," Jiang Xiaofan urged.

"Ling Feng, I should be the one assisting you. As captain, it's my duty," Gu Tengfeng added.

Li Bufan and Mu Qianxue also stepped forward, but Ling Feng waved them off. "Relax. Yan'er and I are enough."

"Uh..."

The team exchanged uneasy glances, completely baffled by Ling Feng's plan.

Liu Fanyu studied Tuoba Yan briefly. Though he sensed something unusual about her, his fourth-level Spiritual Element Realm cultivation left him unfazed.

Yan Shuying, however, glared daggers at Tuoba Yan. "Senior Brother Liu, teach them a lesson—especially that maid! Slap her thirty times for me!"

Her grudge was clear. After the three slaps from last time, she now demanded tenfold repayment.

"Don't worry, Miss Shuying. I'll make sure she regrets crossing you."

Though Tuoba Yan's beauty rivaled Yan Shuying's, Liu Fanyu felt no pity. With a surge of his aura, tables and chairs were flung aside, clearing a space in the private room. He leaped into the center, drawing a crimson longsword.

His icy gaze fixed on Ling Feng. "Three moves. That's all I'll need to turn you into a dead dog."

The onlookers held their breaths, even patrons from nearby teahouses peering through windows.

A Royal Sword Team elite versus the rising star Ling Feng—this was a duel rarely seen.

"Shit, this is going to be good!"

"Who do you think will win?"

"Obviously Liu Fanyu. He was Tianwei Academy's top genius. This is just a senior disciplining a junior—no contest."

"Don't be ridiculous. Ling Feng isn't your average opponent!"

"..."

The crowd buzzed with speculation, all but ignoring Tuoba Yan. To them, she was just a "little maid," a prop Ling Feng was using to humiliate Liu Fanyu.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Ling Feng finally moved!

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He shrugged, exchanging a look with Tuoba Yan before stepping forward. With his arms crossed, he sneered.

"I don't even need to draw my sword to defeat you. My maid will handle it."

With that, he placed a hand on Tuoba Yan's shoulder. The Tiance Mirror within her resonated instantly, vibrating before manifesting around her in a dazzling radiance—so brilliant that none could look directly at it.