The Art of Chaotic Divinity
Chapter 905: Gu Tengfengs Resolve

Chapter 905: Gu Tengfeng's Resolve

"Hell? Let me experience it!" Gu Tengfeng laughed loudly as he swung his sword. Facing an opponent like Dugu Lang, he had no choice but to strike first.

"Nine Revolutions of the Unknown Sky!"

Without hesitation, Gu Tengfeng unleashed the Gu family's secret technique. His true qi surged violently as sword intent erupted from his blade. Ling Feng's eyes flashed with recognition. This was Wuji Sword Will!

Gu Tengfeng had truly succeeded in transforming his own sword will to match the principles of Wuji Sword Dao.

"Wuji—Heaven-Splitting Sword!"

His sword will explode outward as all his true qi condensed into his blade, released in a single devastating slash. A fierce gale erupted. The force of this strike was unstoppable, as if it could truly cleave the sky itself.

Yet just as Gu Tengfeng's sword descended, Dugu Lang's figure vanished from sight. A flash of purple light appeared behind Gu Tengfeng, followed by a swift sword gleam. A sword qi struck Gu Tengfeng squarely in the back.

Boom!

The violent impact sent Gu Tengfeng crashing to the ground. Blood gushed from the wound on his back, so deep the bone was visible.

"Pfft!"

Gu Tengfeng spat a mouthful of blood. His opponent's strength was overwhelming!

"Captain!"

The Tianfeng Sword Team members' hearts clenched. They were going to lose. This was certain.

"Decent power. Unfortunately, speed is my specialty." Dugu Lang's eyes glinted coldly. "Swift as a wolf!"

"Pah!"

Gu Tengfeng spat out bloody phlegm and wiped his mouth. He struggled back to his feet. "You talk too much. Think you've already won?"

Gu Tengfeng roared as Wuji Sword Will erupted again. "Wuji—Nine Heaven Breaking Sword!"

This time, he channeled pure sword will, leaving Dugu Lang no room to dodge.

"Pathetic struggle." Dugu Lang shook his head. "Wolf Pack Formation!"

His figure blurred strangely, splitting into multiple images. One became two, two became four...

In an instant, dozens of figures filled the stage, moving at blinding speeds. The sound of howling wolves filled the air as if dozens of demon wolves were attacking Gu Tengfeng simultaneously.

"W-What kind of movement art is this?" Ye Nanfeng gaped in shock. "It resembles Soaring Twin Phoenix!"

"No," Ling Feng said grimly. "Not true clones. His speed is so fast that new attacks begin before the previous ones end."

The scent of blood grew thick in the air. New wounds appeared continuously on Gu Tengfeng's body, sword cuts, claw marks, even chunks of torn flesh. Yet no matter how badly injured, Gu Tengfeng refused to fall. He clung stubbornly to consciousness, determined to fight to his last breath.

"Boss Gu..."

Gong Cheng's eyes glistened with unshed tears. He understood better than anyone how much this team meant to Gu Tengfeng.

"Please stop," Xue Xiaolin was already in tears. Seeing Gu Tengfeng like that made her heart feel like it was being torn apart. She clung to Mu Qianxue, unable to watch any longer.

"Big Brother! We can't just watch! The captain will... he'll die!" Jiang Xiaofan tried to rush forward but was stopped by Ling Feng's firm grip.

"No, Xiaofan. The match isn't over yet." Ling Feng's voice was steel. "Have faith in our captain."

"But..."

"If you interfere," Gong Cheng said through clenched teeth, "the captain will never forgive you. Neither will I."

"Why?" Jiang Xiaofan's voice trembled. "He's already..."

"Because he's our captain!" Ling Feng took a deep breath. "Fighting for what you want to protect... even at the cost of everything... That's what makes it worthwhile."

"Protect..."

Jiang Xiaofan froze, then nodded with sudden understanding. "For mother... for little sister... for Big Brother... I'd do the same! I understand now! Captain! You must win!"

"Fighting for what I want to protect, huh..."

Li Bufan watched silently. Despite the terrible injuries, Gu Tengfeng still wore that same determined smile. That unbreakable will in his eyes...

This captain... their captain... would definitely win!

"Pathetic weaklings!" The Fourth Prince sneered. "Only trash cling to such meaningless ideals! Dugu Lang! Quit wasting time! Finish it!"

Dugu Lang paused abruptly. The wolf illusions vanished, revealing Gu Tengfeng's blood-soaked form. He barely remained standing, using his sword as a crutch. The ground beneath him had become a pool of blood.

His face was deathly pale, yet still wore that same calm smile.

"Cough... is that all?" Gu Tengfeng spat blood. "That barely tickled."

"Not afraid of death?" A trace of emotion finally flickered across Dugu Lang's face. The man before him was clearly weak, yet for some reason, there was a force about him that stirred fear!

"Who isn't afraid of death?" Gu Tengfeng gasped, trembling hands tightening on his sword. "Wuji—Heaven-Splitting Sword!"

With a final roar, he charged again. But his strength was nearly gone. Dugu Lang sidestepped effortlessly and drove a brutal knee into his stomach.

"Pfft!"

Gu Tengfeng convulsed, vomiting blood and stomach acid. Tears of pain streamed down his face.

"Didn't eat enough? No strength left? HAHAHA..." He laughed through the agony.

"Then let me give you something stronger!"

Enraged, Dugu Lang grabbed Gu Tengfeng by the collar and rained down punches. Each impact tore through flesh and shattered bone. Ribs snapped, protruding grotesquely from his chest.

"Hahaha! Trash will always be trash!" The Fourth Prince roared with laughter. "How could garbage like you ever compare to the Royal Sword Team's geniuses?"

"Captain!" The members of Tianfeng Sword Team turned away, unable to watch. Even Lin Mochen, who loved arguing with Gu Tengfeng most, wiped furiously at his tears.

"He's done enough... he'll really die at this rate..."

As for Xue Xiaolin, she had long since broken down in tears and eventually cried herself unconscious.

"Big Brother..." Jiang Xiaofan looked desperately at Ling Feng, but seeing his expression, said nothing more. He could only turn away and pray silently.

Ling Feng kept his eyes fixed on the stage, again and again suppressing the urge to step in. This was a promise between men.