The Art of Chaotic Divinity

Chapter 651: Tianwei Academy, Mu Liufeng! Please, Teach Me

After a brief moment of silence, among the young talents of Tianbai Empire, a young man with thick eyebrows finally stepped out from the crowd and leaped onto the stage.

"It's Chen Qian from Wenyuan Academy, known as the strongest beneath the Spiritual Element Realm!"

"Master Qian is one of the top extraordinary geniuses of our imperial capital's younger generation. Is he stepping up this early?"

"It seems that Feng Wuji's strength has caught Master Qian's attention! Haha, Master Qian, beat Feng Wuji to the ground!"

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Chen Qian slowly walked forward until he stood thirty steps away from Feng Wuji. His expression grew slightly serious as he unsheathed his sword and gave Feng Wuji a sword salute. "Chen Qian, from Wenyuan Academy! Please, Teach Me!"

Feng Wuji's face remained unchanged. He raised one finger towards Chen Qian and said calmly, "One move is enough to defeat you."

As soon as these words were spoken, the crowd from Tianbai Empire erupted, cursing loudly.

"Damn, so arrogant! Master Qian, knock him down and show him the strength of Tianbai Empire's geniuses!"

"Yes! Master Qian, crush him! Break him!"

Chen Qian was also thoroughly enraged by Feng Wuji's insolent attitude. Defeat me in one move? Who do you think you are?

One move my ass!

It was well-known that Chen Qian had been highly favored and taught by many mentors in Wenyuan Academy. He had already opened sixty meridian gates, making him one of the strongest in the second tier echelon, just below those monstrous geniuses who had ascended to the Spiritual Element Realm.

To be so openly disrespected made Chen Qian furious. His long sword swung out as he unleashed a powerful surge of true qi, charging towards Feng Wuji.

Chen Qian's strength far surpassed Mu Ye's, and he was not restrained by the elemental suppression of true qi. As his sword moved, countless sword shadows filled the air, and the fierce sword qi surged forward like a massive tidal wave.

Each strand of sword qi carried a tearing intent. This was a special technique from the Chen family known as the "Rift Sky Slash." It was a blade attachment secret art, imbuing the sword qi with a tearing force. It was a powerful secret art.

The talents from the imperial capital cheered loudly, confident that this powerful attack would surely make Feng Wuji suffer.

As the sword light shot forward and the countless sword shadows were about to strike Feng Wuji, Chen Qian's eyes gleamed with bloodlust. His sword accelerated even further, aiming directly at Feng Wuji's heart with a tricky angle.

Didn't you say you would defeat me in one move? Let's see you try it!

"So flashy, yet so weak!"

Just when everyone thought they could see Feng Wuji being knocked off the stage, Feng Wuji made a simple horizontal slash, releasing an unstoppable and domineering force.

Chen Qian only felt a scorching wave of energy surging toward him. The next moment, an overwhelming violent force exploded against his chest.

Boom!

A loud explosion followed as Chen Qian's body was sent flying backward by the counterforce. Blood spurted from his mouth, and his chest caved in dramatically as he crashed heavily off the stage.

"Qian'er!"

The elders of the Chen family, along with several mentors from Wenyuan Academy, immediately rushed to his side, feeding him life-saving medicinal pills. Fortunately, Chen Qian's body had undergone some refining. Otherwise, the severity of the injury would have cost him his life.

"Scoundrel!" The elder of the Chen family glared at Xiahou Lie and coldly said, "General Xiahou, this was supposed to be a friendly competition between the younger generations of our two nations. Why did you allow your subordinate to act so viciously?"

"Swords have no eyes, and battles between swordsmen are hard to control. Besides, your Chen family's brat isn't dead, is he?" Xiahou Lie's face showed a trace of arrogance. "At most, I'll compensate you with some healing medicine."

"You!" The Chen family elder's eyebrows shot up in fury, but given Xiahou Lie's noble status and the presence of the Eleventh Prince, he didn't dare overstep his bounds.

"Enough, Elder Chen."

The emperor of Tianbai waved his hand, stopping the elder. "I will have the best imperial physicians treat Chen Qian. The competition will continue."

Despite Feng Wuji's dominance, the emperor of Tianbai furrowed his brow and glanced at Xiahou Lie, saying mildly, "General Xiahou, it seems your nation has produced many talents."

"Haha, they're just average," Xiahou Lie laughed heartily. "I only hope that after our geniuses win this contest, Your Majesty will keep your promise."

"Let's see if you win the competition first, General Xiahou!"

The emperor of Tianbai spoke in a calm tone, unshaken by Chen Qian's defeat.

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"I didn't expect Feng Wuji to have grasped sword will."

Ling Feng rubbed his nose, realizing he had underestimated Feng Wuji's swordsmanship.

"What's the matter? Want to go up and try?" Gu Tengfeng squinted and smiled.

Ling Feng curled his lips and shook his head slightly. "There's no point. It’s just a bunch of kids fighting."

Gu Tengfeng's lips twitched slightly. He couldn't help but think, You're younger than most of the people up there...

As Chen Qian lay defeated, the talents from the imperial capital found themselves in an awkward situation. No one dared to step onto the stage. They exchanged looks, but none of them were willing to go up and be humiliated.

The condition that only martial artists beneath the Spiritual Element Realm could compete was too strict.

Most true geniuses intentionally remained in the Pulse Formation Realm, squeezing every drop of potential to open more meridian gates.

Once they reached their limit, these geniuses could no longer stay in the Pulse Formation Realm and would break through to the Transformation Realm. From there, many would advance to the Spiritual Element Realm within a year.

Thus, the restriction of remaining under the Spiritual Element Realm effectively excluded the true top-tier geniuses from the fight.

"Haha, has Tianbai Empire run out of people?"

"Tianbai Empire is finished! Their younger generation is nothing special!"

Seeing no one from Tianbai Empire's side stepping up for so long, the sword cultivators from Tianyang Empire began mocking them loudly. The young talents from the imperial capital turned pale with anger, but still, no one dared to challenge Feng Wuji.

Finally, a white figure floated up from the crowd and slowly landed on the stage.

"Tianwei Academy, Mu Liufeng! Please, teach me!"

Mu Liufeng gave a polite fist-and-palm salute to Feng Wuji, and a massive golden sword, engulfed in flames, appeared in his hand. It was clearly a high-grade spiritual artifact!