The Art of Chaotic Divinity-Chapter 811: Complete Disgrace

His prolonged silence only deepened the audience's suspicion.

Something's not right. Why would he turn down treatment from a Divine Imperial Physician who offered willingly?

It made no sense.

"What's going on? Why won't Mo Wufeng let Ling Feng treat him? Logically, he should be jumping at the chance."

"Exactly! A Divine Imperial Physician doesn't just offer treatment to anyone. With their skills, recovery would be guaranteed. How could Mo Wufeng pass up such an opportunity?"

"Maybe he's hiding something embarrassing? Like... performance issues? Hahaha!"

Some of the more mischievous spectators snickered.

"Hah! You're a real genius!"

"That must be it. Why else would he refuse a pulse check from a Divine Imperial Physician?"

Yu Sixian, never one to miss an opportunity, cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted, "Brother Feng, don't push him too hard! Maybe Captain Mo's kidneys are weak—if you check his pulse, his secret's out!"

"Hahaha!"

The entire arena erupted in laughter. Mo Wufeng's face turned as red as a monkey's rear, and he shot Yu Sixian with a venomous glare. "You're the one with weak kidneys, you bastard!"

Gritting his teeth, Mo Wufeng finally relented. "Fine! Ling Feng, go ahead and diagnose me properly!"

Every word seemed to be squeezed from between his clenched teeth. This wasn't a medical examination—it was more like marching to his own execution.

Ling Feng smirked and stepped forward. "Captain Mo, please extend your left hand."

Mo Wufeng took a deep breath and raised his arm. "Brother Ling, make sure you diagnose me thoroughly."

His voice carried a veiled threat, and he added through Covert Sound Transmission: "Kid, you'd better know what to say—and what not to say."

Ling Feng's lips twitched as he took Mo Wufeng's wrist. After a brief pause, he announced cheerfully, "Rest assured, everyone! Captain Mo's kidneys are perfectly fine!"

"Pfft—"

"Hahaha!"

The central arena burst into laughter again. Ling Feng had actually gone out of his way to address Mo Wufeng's so-called "embarrassing secret"!

Mo Wufeng trembled with rage. These Tianwei Academy bastards had been toying with him from the start, and now he had no choice but to play along!

Ling Feng continued brightly, "In fact, Captain Mo's liver, heart, spleen, and lungs are all in excellent condition. His vitality is robust—there's absolutely nothing wrong with him!"

"Oh, that's great news!"

Zhenlong Academy's members initially looked relieved—until the implications sank in.

Wait. Their captain had been severely wounded by Wan Jianyi, coughing up blood on the spot. How could he be completely unharmed?

"Uh... Brother Ling, are you sure? Captain was hit by Wan Jianyi's sword technique and vomited blood!"

One of the team members frowned in confusion.

"Shut your mouth!"

Mo Wufeng nearly spat blood. This teammate is an absolute idiot!

"Huh?" The confused member blinked. Why is the captain suddenly so hostile?

Ling Feng smiled faintly. Everything was going exactly as planned.

"Well, if there's no issue, Brother Ling needn't continue."

Mo Wufeng's eyes turned icy as he tried to yank his arm back.

"Ah, no rush." Ling Feng tightened his grip, his fingers digging into Mo Wufeng's wrist with enough force to make him stifle a yelp.

"While Captain Mo has no major injuries, there's something peculiar. Despite being struck by Wan Jianyi's sword, there are no traces of sword qi damage in his body. Instead, two of his tendons were severed by internal energy—self-inflicted, no doubt—disrupting his blood and qi flow!"

Ling Feng feigned astonishment, raising his voice for all to hear.

"In all my years of medical practice, I've never seen such a bizarre injury! Wan Jianyi's sword technique must be incredibly advanced—to convert sword qi into internal energy! Truly remarkable!"

The moment these words left his mouth, the crowd understood.

Convert sword qi into internal energy?

Internal energy was generated from within the body. No matter how Wan Jianyi's sword qi transformed, it was still an external force, not internal energy.

Everyone present was a martial artist. Even the slowest among them grasped Ling Feng's implication.

"Shut up!"

Mo Wufeng roared, trying to wrench his arm free. But Ling Feng held firm, the two locked in a standstill—Ling Feng calm and composed, Mo Wufeng practically foaming at the mouth.

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The audience erupted into an uproar.

"Converting sword qi into internal energy? Since when has such a technique existed? And even if it did, why would anyone use it to strengthen their opponent?"

"You idiot! There's no such martial skill! Internal energy can only come from within!"

"Holy shit, so Mo Wufeng faked his injuries?"

"Looks like it! Just look at his face—he's furious because he's been exposed!"

"Damn, what a shameless act!"

"Total scumbag! Faking injuries to win, then playing the noble hero? Disgusting!"

"..."

In an instant, the stands filled with curses. Mo Wufeng's reaction was as good as a confession.

"So that's how it was..."

Among the Hailan Academy's sword team, Cai Yan turned to Wan Jianyi with an apologetic look. "Jianyi, I... I misjudged you."

Wan Jianyi felt as if a great injustice had finally been righted. Gritting his teeth, he said, "In that final strike, I withdrew at least half my strength. But Mo Wufeng pretended to cough blood, catching me off guard. If not for that moment of hesitation, he'd never have broken through my defense!"

"That Mo Wufeng—from head to toe, he's nothing but a vile schemer!"

Wan Jianyi took a deep breath, his gaze shifting to Ling Feng with undisguised gratitude.