"Substitute! We need to bring in a substitute player!"
Yang Zhan, despite his reluctance, had to admit that Zhu Xun had lost the ability to continue fighting. Competing in a five-on-five match was already immensely stressful, and being a player down meant they might as well concede defeat.
However, as it turned out, even with the substitute player, they would still have to admit defeat.
Ling Feng's speed had become a nightmare for the North Court's second team. Without Zhu Xun, no one could keep up with Ling Feng's pace.
Thus, the North Court's second team had no choice but to assign more than two players to keep up with Ling Feng. Even Yang Zhan, the team captain, had to personally shadow Ling Feng.
In the North Court's second team, the only one with the strength to block Ling Feng's attacks was Yang Zhan, who had unlocked fifty-two meridian gates.
As a result, Ling Feng single-handedly tied up three of the opposing players. The remaining player couldn't possibly defend against the combined offensive of Gong Cheng, Ye Nanfeng, and Lin Mochen.
Despite the desperate efforts of the array master on the opposing side, who was frantically setting up formations, they continued to lose ground under the relentless assault of Gong Cheng and his team.
Yang Zhan was so angry he nearly spat blood. He had initially intended to quickly take down Ling Feng, but Ling Feng's speed was elusive, making it impossible even for the deceleration field to lock onto him.
Ling Feng's speed might not surpass Li Bufan's, but his agility and unpredictability were far beyond what Li Bufan could match.
Therefore, despite Yang Zhan and the two other North Court players giving their all, Ling Feng continued to toy with them effortlessly.
Ling Feng didn't aim to single-handedly take down the opposing team's serpent battle flag. Instead, he kept three opponents occupied, creating opportunities for his teammates to take it down instead.
Clearly, his strategy was successful!
By the time Yang Zhan and his teammates realized what was happening, Gong Cheng, along with Lin Mochen and Ye Nanfeng, had launched a massive invasion into the enemy's flag-guarding area.
Another member of the North Court's second team had already been knocked to the ground.
The flag keeper, facing the onslaught of three attackers, stood no chance.
Yang Zhan's eyes burned with intense fury. If they had been overpowered by sheer strength, he might not have been so enraged. But to be outmaneuvered by a rookie made Yang Zhan feel like spitting blood in frustration.
Is this yellow-tier student really a novice participating in a sword-fighting competition for the first time?
His battle awareness and team coordination skills are just too...
Now, it was too late to retreat and defend, and the three of them couldn't bypass Ling Feng who stood as an insurmountable barrier to reach the East Court's flag-guarding area.
This match was already over!
With a loud crash, as the sword light flashed, Gong Cheng cut down the North Court's battle flag.
The East Court sword team had won!
"Our chief is invincible! Our chief is mighty!"
The yellow-tier students of the East Court shouted excitedly. Although Ling Feng hadn't been the one to cut down the battle flag, the overwhelming pressure he exerted on the opposing team was undeniable.
This yellow-tier student's dominance on the sword-fighting platform was suffocating.
"Hahaha, with Big Brother in action, everything changes!"
Ouyang Jing exclaimed excitedly, hugging Zhou Yun beside him and planting a big kiss on her cheek.
"Hmm?" Zhou Kai's eyes twitched as he placed a large hand on Ouyang Jing's shoulder and coldly asked, "You punk, are you taking advantage of my sister?"
"I just got too excited, hehe. I just got too excited in the moment..."
Ouyang Jing awkwardly scratched the back of his head, having forgotten that his brother-in-law was still there!
Zhou Yun blushed furiously, glancing shyly at Zhou Kai and murmuring softly, "Brother!"
The other roommates from Tianshu East Court couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"R-Really impressive..."
Countless astonished eyes in the audience were fixed on the sword fighting platform, where Ling Feng had single-handedly held off three opponents. After the battle, Yang Zhan and his two teammates were all panting heavily, utterly exhausted, while Ling Feng just stood calmly to the side, looking completely unbothered.
Is this guy's physique even human's?
"Miss, I believe it now. That fool didn't seem to use his full strength against Yang Zhan!"
Qiao Qiao exclaimed in disbelief.
"Yang Zhan alone is not much." Yue Yunlan smiled faintly. "I look forward to seeing him rank among the top experts in six months. And I believe he can do it. Let's go."
"Go?" Qiao Qiao was stunned. "Miss, aren't you going to say hello to that fool?"
Yue Yunlan shook her head with a light smile. "There's no need."
Seeing the crowd swarming towards Ling Feng, Qiao Qiao understood.
Her lady preferred quiet and this was certainly not the best place to meet Ling Feng.
Yue Yunlan gracefully lifted her skirt and walked towards the less crowded back exit, leaving the venue.
"Sigh, when will that idiot understand Miss's feelings..."
Qiao Qiao muttered in complaint before quickly chasing after Yue Yunlan. "Miss, wait for me..."
On the sword fighting platform.
"Huff... huff... huff..."
Both teams' members were panting heavily. After such a tense match, it seemed only Ling Feng could maintain his calm composure.
Yang Zhan was so exhausted that he collapsed onto the ground. Looking up at the proud and unyielding Ling Feng, he felt a twinge of bitterness.
Each generation produced its own talents, and this generation's prodigies were more terrifying than ever.
Li Bufan was one such prodigy, and so was Ling Feng.
It seemed that no one could stop the rise of the East Court's sword team.
"Good job, kid! Well done!"
Gong Cheng and the others excitedly gathered around Ling Feng, each giving him a hearty punch on the chest.
"Haha, Ling Feng, I always knew the boss had a keen eye! I've always believed in you!" Lin Mochen, ever the flatterer, was quick to shower Ling Feng with praise.
"Ling Feng, you did really well!"
Xue Xiaolin gave Ling Feng a thumbs-up, her face full of admiration and amazement.
"The credit goes to everyone," Ling Feng responded with a faint smile, "Without everyone's cooperation, we wouldn't have won so quickly."
"Hahaha, that's true!" Ye Nanfeng chuckled. "I must say, Vice-Captain's final strike to take down the serpent flag was incredibly cool!"
"Absolutely, Vice-Captain was impressive!" Lin Mochen nodded enthusiastically.
"Don't tease me. I just used some basic moves!"
Gong Cheng shook his head, his face slightly red. He unexpectedly had a shy side.
While the East Court's sword team was celebrating, the North Court's second team was downcast.
Yang Zhan sighed lightly, preparing to lead his teammates away, when he suddenly saw a strong hand reaching out to him.
Yang Zhan looked up abruptly to see Gu Tengfeng, who had somehow already stepped onto the sword fighting platform.
Instinctively, Yang Zhan reached out and grabbed Gu Tengfeng's hand, and the big guy pulled him up with a strong yank.