The Art of Chaotic Divinity

Chapter 332: Down With A Single Slap!

The appearance of Ling Feng had obviously caught the attention of Liu Shengjie and the other experts with him who were also sky-tier students.

Liu Shengjie, with one arm around Yan'er and a wine cup in the other hand, glared at Ling Feng and said coldly, "Kid, who are you?"

Ling Feng smiled faintly and said, "I'm the one you've been calling a mad dog, a beast, and a brute—Ling Feng. Since you've been discussing me so enthusiastically, I thought the person in question should make an appearance."

"It's... it's you!"

Yan Chong's eyes suddenly narrowed, and he instinctively moved closer to Liu Shengjie. He had witnessed Ling Feng's skills before. Being able to suppress the young prince, Mo Lin, in an instant proved that Ling Feng had extraordinary combat power.

"Tsk!" Ling Feng glanced disdainfully at Yan Chong. "What? Your master won't show his face and instead sends a lackey like you? That's a bit disrespectful to your opponent, isn't it?

"And this young lady... Yan'er, right?" Ling Feng gave Yan'er a slight smile. "You claim I almost insulted your dignity as a lady, but you don't seem to recognize me at all."

"The... the night was too dark..."

Yan'er's face immediately turned red with embarrassment. She was just a courtesan that Yan Chong had temporarily hired to entice Liu Shengjie. She never dreamed that she would encounter Ling Feng, the very person they were discussing.

Liu Shengjie wasn't entirely clueless. He didn't want to expose that he knew things were suspicious because he indeed harbored hostility towards Ling Feng, a member of the East Court's sword team.

Moreover, by feigning ignorance, he could enjoy a beauty without much cost. He felt it was a fair trade.

However, now that Ling Feng had exposed the truth, Liu Shengjie was very displeased.

Extremely displeased!

"Kid, even if you didn't insult our West Court sword team or try to assault Yan'er, it doesn't matter," Liu Shengjie said with a grin. "I want this woman, and I want to beat you up. So, no matter what, you're going to take the blame!"

With that, Liu Shengjie slapped Yan'er's butt hard.

"Ah..." Yan'er moaned softly, her slender waist twisting seductively and her voice sweet and alluring.

"Look at this beautiful woman, with her soft body. If you were me, you'd make the same choice," Liu Shengjie said with a wicked smile. "So, don't blame me. Just accept your bad luck."

"You think you've got me cornered?"

Ling Feng remained calm, standing lazily in place while seemingly unfazed by Liu Shengjie's taunts.

"Hahaha..."

A sky-tier student from the West Court standing next to Liu Shengjie suddenly burst into laughter. "Kid, you're just a yellow-tier student who has opened only twenty or so meridians and you think you're invincible?"

"Hahaha! What an idiot! You don't even know who Senior Brother Liu is. He's one of the strongest in our West Court sword team, almost on par with our vice-captain!"

The surrounding sky-tier students from the West Court laughed uproariously, while other diners, noticing the commotion, began to gather with interest.

"Is this kid drunk? A yellow-tier student daring to challenge a sky-tier student?" A chubby middle-aged man patted his round belly, puzzled.

"The world is full of wonders. We're just small fry, so let's just enjoy the show."

"Absolutely right!"

...

"Alright, I'm a fair person. You're still young and impulsive, so I'll give you a chance. Kneel down and lick the shoes of all the senior brothers here and Yan'er with your mouth, and I'll let you go. How about that?"

Liu Shengjie sneered. A yellow-tier student being recruited by the East Court sword team and even defeating the North Court's second team in a practice match was no ordinary feat. Ling Feng must truly be a genius.

For a genius, crushing his spirit was far more effective than defeating his body.

Moreover, even if Ling Feng complied with Liu Shengjie's demands, Liu Shengjie would still cripple him without hesitation. Such a threat needed to be eliminated.

"My shoes are dirty too. If you could help clean them with your tongues, I might consider letting you go." Ling Feng responded calmly, looking at Liu Shengjie with an indifferent expression.

"So, you're going to refuse my goodwill?" Liu Shengjie's eyebrows knitted together as he waved his right hand, sending a powerful burst of energy towards Ling Feng. Liu Shengjie had opened fifty-two meridian gates and was stronger than the North Court second team's captain, Yang Zhan.

However, this level of strength was nothing to Ling Feng. He casually raised his hand, and the energy dissipated into nothingness.

"Impressive. You're indeed someone worthy of Gu Tengfeng's attention," Liu Shengjie said, his expression turning serious. He even pushed the woman in his arms aside, realizing that this young man in front of him was not to be underestimated.

"Actually, I don't like causing trouble," Ling Feng said, shaking his head with a slight sigh. "But if someone causes trouble for me, I don't mind helping them realign their bones!"

"Kid, I hope your skills match your tough talk!"

Liu Shengjie snorted coldly and lunged forward. At the same time, he drew a mid-grade treasured sword, aiming a thrust directly at Ling Feng.

Smack!

Ling Feng didn't draw his sword. Instead, he swung his hand and slapped Liu Shengjie hard across the face, sending him flying. With a loud crash, Liu Shengjie's head smashed into the wall, embedding half his body into it.

For a moment, everyone in the tavern, including other customers, waiters, the accountant, and Yan Chong, was stunned.

With a single slap, Ling Feng had floored Liu Shengjie!

Liu Shengjie was an expert who had opened fifty-two meridian gates!

Just how terrifying was Ling Feng's strength!?

"Tsk, tsk, all that talk, and one slap settled it. Anyone can talk big!" Ling Feng looked disdainfully at Liu Shengjie, who was embedded in the wall, and then turned his gaze to Liu Shengjie's dog friends. Smiling benevolently, he asked, "So, senior brothers, shall we continue?"