Mo Wufeng's premonition soon came true.
Just as the members of Zhenlong Academy were basking in their victory, an uninvited guest suddenly approached.
This unexpected visitor was none other than Ling Feng.
Ling Feng didn’t particularly mind Mo Wufeng’s underhanded tactics to secure a win—except that Mo Wufeng had once sided with Yan Shuying to provoke him. That alone was enough reason for Ling Feng to retaliate.
Mo Wufeng’s pupils narrowed slightly when he spotted Ling Feng. He hadn’t forgotten him—not in the slightest.
Last time, he had intended to put Ling Feng in his place for Yan Shuying, only to back down due to Ling Feng’s status, embarrassing himself in front of her. That humiliation had festered into a deep-seated grudge.
Now, with the sword fighting arena as their battleground, he had every intention of repaying the shame tenfold. Here, Ling Feng couldn’t rely on his rank as a general to intimidate him.
"Yes, it’s me." Ling Feng’s lips curled into a faint smile. "I just watched from the sidelines as Captain Mo risked his life for his team. Truly admirable!"
Mo Wufeng snorted coldly. "As captain of a sword team, the team’s honor comes first. There’s nothing praiseworthy about it."
With those words, Mo Wufeng’s already heroic image grew even more towering. Not only did his teammates’ eyes sparkle with admiration, but even the audience below gazed at him with reverence.
"Wow, Captain Mo is so cool!"
"What a great captain—he’ll definitely make an outstanding general in the future!"
"Who knew Mo Wufeng, who’s usually so arrogant, could be so reliable when it matters the most?"
Even some of the young elites who had clashed with Mo Wufeng before couldn’t help but marvel. A single virtue could overshadow a hundred flaws. With such magnanimity, his minor personality defects could easily be overlooked.
Ling Feng found it amusing—Mo Wufeng was really getting addicted to putting on a show, wasn’t he?
"Captain Mo, I’ve always admired passionate men like you. Any past misunderstandings were entirely my fault."
Ling Feng clasped his fists in salute, smiling amiably.
Mo Wufeng’s eyelids twitched slightly. Is this guy... surrendering? Trying to curry favor?
Even Ling Feng’s teammates from the East Court's Sword Team stared at him in astonishment. This was completely out of character for him. After all, Ling Feng had just called Mo Wufeng a despicable villain. What was going on?
"Hmph. Given your youth and ignorance, I won’t hold it against you."
Seeing Ling Feng back down, Mo Wufeng’s expression brightened with smug satisfaction. If not for the weight of his pride, he might have floated straight into the sky.
"Yes, yes." Ling Feng nodded repeatedly. "I happen to know a bit of medicine. Since Captain Mo was injured by Wan Jianyi, allow me to check your pulse and prepare some medicinal pills to fully heal your wounds. That way, you can continue to shine in the upcoming matches!"
"Uh... That won’t be necessary."
Mo Wufeng’s face stiffened. His "serious injuries" were all an act. If Ling Feng examined him, everything would be exposed.
But his teammates didn’t see it that way. They eagerly chimed in:
"Captain, since Brother Ling is offering to treat you, there’s no need to refuse!"
"Yeah, Captain, you should really get checked by a proper physician. We don’t want any hidden issues affecting your performance later."
Mo Wufeng’s lips twitched. "I... appreciate Brother Ling’s kindness, but I already have a trusted physician—a Daoist, in fact!"
"Ah!" Ling Feng feigned sudden understanding. "So Captain Mo thinks my skills are too mediocre? Rest assured, my medical abilities are... passable."
With that, he retrieved his Divine Imperial Physician token from his storage spirit ring and smiled faintly. "Take a look, everyone. Surely I’m qualified to treat Captain Mo now?"
"Divine Imperial Physician... Ling Feng?"
One of Zhenlong Academy’s students blurted out the words inscribed on the token before his eyes widened in shock. "D-Divine Imperial Physician?!"
He immediately beamed with excitement. "Amazing, Captain! He’s actually a Divine Imperial Physician! Those guys almost never treat anyone outside the imperial family. Captain, we’re so lucky!"
Mo Wufeng nearly coughed up blood in frustration. He wasn’t worried about Ling Feng’s skills being lacking—he was terrified they’d be too good!
"Captain Mo, let me do this small favor for you."
Ling Feng gazed at Mo Wufeng with earnest sincerity, his expression solemn. But inwardly, he was laughing his head off.
"Hahaha! Well played, kid! You’ve learned a trick or two from this divine beast!"
The despicable donkey’s grating laughter echoed in Ling Feng’s mind. The creature was probably rolling on the ground cackling by now.
Gu Tengfeng and the others finally understood Ling Feng’s scheme and struggled to suppress their laughter.
This move was absolutely ruthless. Would Mo Wufeng let Ling Feng check his pulse—or let him check his pulse?
As if he had any choice at all!
"Brother Feng is truly Brother Feng. This move is pure genius."
Lin Mochen silently gave Ling Feng a mental thumbs-up. This time, he was thoroughly convinced—prostrating himself in admiration.
The audience and judges all watched the scene unfold with bated breath.
"What’s Big Brother up to?" Ouyang Jing and the others were puzzled. Since when was Brother Feng this enthusiastic?
"Tch. Isn’t it obvious? Ling Feng was so moved by Mo Wufeng’s heroism that he’s offering to treat him. What’s the big deal?"
Leng Jianfeng thumped his chest proudly. "If I knew medicine, I’d do the same. That Mo Wufeng is a decent fellow."
Ouyang Jing, Wang Yishan, and the others forced awkward smiles. This guy’s shamelessness truly knew no bounds.
"Grandpa, what’s going on?"
Deng Yongshi was equally baffled, tugging at General Deng’s sleeve impatiently. "Tell me! Hurry up!"
Given her understanding of Ling Feng, whenever he wore that expression, there was a ninety percent chance he was "scheming."
"Just keep watching."
General Deng chuckled to himself. This kid sure is mischievous!
On the judges’ podium, the referees’ expressions shifted dramatically. Feng Yuanzhan, the director of Zhenlong Academy, seethed with frustration, but his status prevented him from interfering. All he could do was watch helplessly as Mo Wufeng fell deeper into Ling Feng’s trap.