The Art of Chaotic Divinity-Chapter 815: Word Spirit Curse

Under the overwhelming sword light, Gu Tengfeng, Ling Feng, and Li Bufan could only dodge with their movement techniques, while Jiang Xiaofan showed his extraordinary resilience at this moment.

He directly stood in front of Xue Xiaolin, letting the sword qi strike him. Surprisingly, it didn't hurt or affect him at all.

Of course, Ling Feng's physical toughness was no less impressive than Jiang Xiaofan's. But their fighting styles differed—Ling Feng's was agile and ethereal. His Boundless Sword Steps allowed him to weave through the onslaught effortlessly, not even a single thread of his robes grazed by the Ten Thousand Swords Art.

Yet, Wan Jianyi's objective was achieved. While Ling Feng dodged the sword qi, Cai Yan and another teammate seized the opportunity to charge forward, attempting to lock him down.

Ling Feng's role in the East Court Sword Team was identical to Wan Jianyi's in Hailan Academy's lineup.

As long as they neutralized Ling Feng, Wan Jianyi could turn the tide.

"Capture! Seal! Suppress! Sacrifice!..."

The moment Cai Yan faced Ling Feng, her fingers moved swiftly through complex hand seals as she murmured an incantation. Strange inscriptions swirled around her, and with Ling Feng now deep within their offense-defense zone, Hailan Academy's flag keeper reinforced the trap with entanglement spells and a deceleration field, pinning him firmly in place.

Ling Feng's eyelids twitched. Cai Yan's inscriptions were actually suppressing his true qi and severing his connection to the spiritual energy of the world. His movements stiffened, his sword swings sluggish.

Who would've thought Cai Yan had such a trick up her sleeve?

"That's the Cai family's Word Spirit Curse!"

The senior judges at the podium narrowed their eyes, immediately recognizing the technique.

"The Word Spirit Curse is notoriously difficult to master, with immense unpredictability. If the target breaks free, the caster risks backlash. To think this girl would risk using it just to win this match," Feng Yuanzhan, Hailan Academy's director, remarked gravely.

"Hailan Academy can't afford another loss. If they fail here, they're out of the running," Wen Ce added with a faint smile. "Still, the Cai family has produced a fine talent. This girl could become a formidable force on the battlefield."

"With Ling Feng bound by the Word Spirit Curse, Director Mu, I'm afraid Tianwei Academy is in trouble this time," Feng Yuanzhan chuckled. Regardless of the final outcome, Hailan Academy had seized the early advantage.

"Damn it, what's going on? Big Brother's swordplay slowed down all of a sudden!"

From the stands, Ouyang Jing and his gang gaped as Ling Feng appeared trapped by some secret art.

"Come on! Do something!"

"Hurry up!!!"

Qin Wanwan and Lin Xian'er gritted their teeth, helpless, and could only cheer from the sidelines.

"Grandpa! Grandpa! What's happening? Why does Ling Feng look like he's immobilized?" Deng Yongshi frowned, her heart in her throat.

"That's the Cai family's Word Spirit Curse. Who would've thought that old man Cai's useless sons couldn't master it, yet his granddaughter did?" General Deng sighed. "The Word Spirit Curse is a mystical secret art, activated through spiritual consciousness. Any martial artist below the Spiritual Element Realm who falls victim to it will struggle to break free. This time, Ling Feng might truly be stuck. That girl hid her cards well!"

With Ling Feng trapped, the scales of victory seemed to tip in Hailan Academy's favor.

"Ling Feng, as impressive as you are, once caught in my Word Spirit Curse, you won't escape."

A smug smile curled on Cai Yan's lips. The Word Spirit Curse demanded extreme innate spiritual consciousness power—something she was born with.

From childhood, she had trained in this art, spending a decade just to form her first curse. Now, at just over twenty, she had barely mastered four: the Heart Capturing Curse, Spirit Sealing Curse, Soul Suppression Curse, and Spirit Sacrifice Curse.

Of course, she could only barely activate them. If her target's spiritual consciousness surpassed hers, backlash was inevitable.

Now, with all four curses unleashed, Ling Feng was thoroughly restrained, rendering him useless in battle.

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"Is that so?" Ling Feng's expression remained calm. "Your curse requires constant hand seals to maintain. While I can't move, you're stuck here too. A one-for-one trade—no big deal."

"Trading me for you? Worth it!" Cai Yan smirked. "With Jianyi and the others, we'll manage."

"Really?" Ling Feng chuckled lightly, relaxing his stance. "Then let's enjoy the show."

Seeing Ling Feng trapped, Li Bufan and Gu Tengfeng rushed to assist, only to be intercepted by Wan Jianyi and another Hailan Academy member.

"Don't even think about saving him!"

Wan Jianyi roared, "Ten Thousand Swords, Unite!"

In an instant, countless sword rays condensed into a colossal blade over thirty zhang long, slashing ruthlessly toward Li Bufan.

With Ling Feng out of commission, Li Bufan was East Court Sword Team's most dangerous asset.

Wan Jianyi believed that defeating Li Bufan would seal their victory.

"Thunder Incarnation—Thunderstorm!"

Li Bufan raised his left hand, summoning thunder energy. The skies darkened as rolling clouds gathered, arcs of lightning flickering ominously within them.

His mastery of Wind and Thunder Transformation, combined with the Heaven and Earth Treasure—the Wind and Thunder Left Vambrace—allowed him to temporarily alter the weather itself!

Crack!

A bolt of lightning struck down, followed by another, then another. The once-pristine arena was soon pockmarked with craters.

"Damn it!"

Wan Jianyi's heart lurched. Recognizing Li Bufan's intent, he swung his massive sword to intercept the lightning, shielding Cai Yan from the onslaught.

"Bufan, don't waste energy trying to free me. I'll handle it myself."

Ling Feng's voice carried across the field. With a slight nod, Li Bufan redirected the storm's fury, gathering the lightning into his left arm.

"Thunder Incarnation—Thunder Slash!"

Thick arcs of electricity coiled around his palm, the violent thunder energy tamed into a massive orb of crackling power.

Swoosh!

In a flash, Li Bufan lunged at Wan Jianyi, slamming the thunderball straight toward his chest.