The Art of Chaotic Divinity
Chapter 902: Tianfeng Sword Team

Chapter 902: Tianfeng Sword Team

"Since everyone's gathered today, and we're about to challenge the legendary undefeated Royal Sword Team, it's time we gave our team a proper name!" Gu Tengfeng laughed heartily.

"Vice Director Tong approached me a few days ago. Since we're representing Tianwei Academy, the first team in ten years to earn the right to challenge the Royal Sword Team, we need a name that carries weight. 'East Court Sword Team' just doesn't cut it."

"True, 'East Court Sword Team' lacks grandeur."

Ye Nanfeng and the others nodded in agreement.

"Then let's brainstorm," Gu Tengfeng said, looking around. "We can't afford to lose in terms of presence before even stepping onto the field."

"Come on, Captain, with that smug look, you've already got a name in mind, haven't you?" Yu Sixian raised an eyebrow, grinning.

"Who's smug?" Gu Tengfeng punched him lightly and rolled his eyes. "Fine, I did think of one. Since we're Tianwei Academy students, the name should reflect that. How about 'Tianwei Sword Team'?"

Yu Sixian rubbed his sore forehead, scowling. "Seriously, Captain? How much did the vice director bribe you? 'Tianwei Sword Team'? Why not just call it 'Tianwei Academy Recruitment Sword Team'?"

Gu Tengfeng coughed, his face reddening. "We have to show some respect to the vice director..."

"No way. 'Tianwei Sword Team' is too commercial!" Yu Sixian shook his head vehemently.

"I don't think it's great either," Gong Cheng added calmly.

Gu Tengfeng glanced at Xue Xiaolin, who was stifling a laugh and offered no support. He sighed. "Alright, it was just a suggestion. Anyone else have ideas?"

Everyone paused in thought for a moment. Then Lin Mochen suddenly tossed the dice cup into his palm and exclaimed, "Got it! I've thought of something!"

"Let's hear it!"

Everyone turned to him.

"We should include Tianwei Academy and our East Court roots. So, 'Tiandong Sword Team'!" Lin Mochen declared proudly.

"Tiandong? Sounds like 'winter[1]'! Terrible!" Ye Nanfeng protested.

"What's wrong with 'Tiandong'?" Lin Mochen retorted.

"It doesn't have enough impact!" Ye Nanfeng's eyes lit up as he looked at Ling Feng. "Brother Feng is the reason we've come this far. I say we name it the Tianfeng Sword Team!"

Ling Feng rolled his eyes. "No way. Captain Gu has worked the hardest. If anything, it should be 'Tianfeng' with his name's character."

"Don't be modest," Gu Tengfeng boomed. "I love Tianfeng Sword Team. I second Nanfeng's vote!"

"Haha, naming it after Big Brother? I'm all for it!" Jiang Xiaofan agreed eagerly.

"Tianfeng Sword Team... I like it too." Lin Mochen, Yu Sixian, Gong Cheng, and Xue Xiaolin nodded one after another.

"It's a great name," Mu Qianxue added with a smile.

"Tianfeng Sword Team. Acceptable." Even Li Bufan, ever laconic, voiced his approval.

"Unanimous! Then it's settled! Our team is now officially the Tianfeng[2] Sword Team!" Gu Tengfeng announced. Though he was captain, everyone knew Ling Feng was the team's true core and soul.

"You guys..."

Ling Feng sighed but couldn't help feeling moved by their sincerity.

"Brothers united, their strength breaks metal!" Gu Tengfeng thrust out his hand, palm down. "No matter how strong the Royal Sword Team is, together, we will defeat them!"

"Defeat the Royal Sword Team!"

Hands stacked together, their resolve burned in their eyes.

"What a touching display of unity."

A discordant voice cut through the moment. A golden-robed man strode into the training grounds, flanked by a dozen guards. An oppressive aura rolled off him with every step.

Among the entourage was a familiar figure.

Yan Jinghong!

"The Fourth Prince!" Gu Tengfeng's expression tightened. He stepped forward, cupping his hands. "Your Highness, we weren't expecting you. Forgive our lack of preparation."

"So this is the Fourth Prince," Ling Feng mused, wary. Back in Nanjiang, the Ninth Prince Mo Feng had warned him to be cautious of this man.

As captain of the Royal Sword Team and the most talented martial artist among the imperial descendants, the Fourth Prince's strength far surpassed even Yan Jinghong's. Among his peers, only Feng Yan of the Tiansheng Empire could rival him.

Of course, Feng Yan was a few years younger than him, and in terms of talent, Feng Yan was likely the more gifted one.

But talent meant little in the arena. Only raw power decided victories.

"You're Gu Tengfeng, heir of the Gu Family Army?" The Fourth Prince's gaze swept over him dismissively. "So, I hear you aim to defeat the Royal Sword Team?"

Gu Tengfeng clenched his fists, angered by the prince's arrogance. But he held back, replying evenly, "The match between Tianfeng Sword Team and the Royal Sword Team is set. Are you suggesting only the Royal Sword Team is allowed to win?"

"Heh, what a sharp tongue." The Fourth Prince smirked, then looked past him, locking onto Ling Feng.

"You. The one who insta-killed that trash Liu Fanyu."

His piercing eyes scrutinized Ling Feng, as if trying to unravel how this youth had transformed so drastically in a year.

Ling Feng didn't even glance at him, shrugging as though the prince hadn't spoken.

1. 冬天 (dōng tiān) - winter ☜

2. They went with Ling Feng's 峰 ☜