Duan Zhengchun transmigrates to Yin Zhiping

Standing on the dueling platform, the defending champion Cui Zhifang remained calm. He clasped his hands in a salute to his senior brother, Zhao Zhijing, who was not only the senior brother of the entire Quanzhen Sect but also the eldest disciple of Wang Chuyi.

As fellow disciples of Wang Chuyi, Cui Zhifang had always been overshadowed by Zhao Zhijing, holding a lowly position and little influence among the disciples, and always deferring to Zhao Zhijing in all matters.

Zhao Zhijing returned the greeting with clasped hands, a confident smile of certainty flashing across his lips.

Immediately after a single opening stance, the two engaged in combat!

As the two exchanged brilliant moves, cheers erupted from the crowd, especially from the other disciples under Wang Chuyi.

However, this highly anticipated duel was decided after only a dozen or so rounds. Zhao Zhijing kicked Cui Zhifang off the fighting platform with almost no effort, which drew another round of cheers and pushed the atmosphere of the martial arts tournament to its peak.

Cui Zhifang slowly got up from the ground, dusted himself off, clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Senior Brother is indeed a cut above the rest. I have lost."

As soon as she finished speaking, before Zhao Zhijing could reply, she slowly turned and walked out.

Zhao Zhijing stood triumphantly on the dueling platform. As he looked around, he raised his long sword and finally turned his gaze once again to Duan Zhengchun, who was sitting on the high platform.

However, Duan Zhengchun's attention was not on Zhao Zhijing at this moment. Looking at Cui Zhifang slowly walking out of the training ground, he couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.

From Cui Zhifang's silently departing figure, he saw a trace of loneliness that others could not see.

He could tell that Cui Zhifang had deliberately lost and hadn't used his full strength at all; otherwise, he wouldn't have been kicked off the fighting platform in just over ten moves.

Although this should have been a countermeasure planned by Wang Chuyi long ago, Cui Zhifang lost face in front of the entire sect today.

He couldn't help but feel sorry for Cui Zhifang. In fact, in terms of character and ability, Cui Zhifang was far more outstanding than Zhao Zhijing, but in Wang Chuyi's eyes, it seemed that only Zhao Zhijing mattered.

With Cui Zhifang's defeat, Zhao Zhijing became the new defending champion and immediately faced a new round of challenges. However, Zhao Zhijing's status as the senior disciple was not based on his seniority in joining the sect, but rather on his martial arts skills, which were indeed superior to everyone else's.

The disciples who went up to challenge were almost powerless to resist and were defeated one after another, making it seem as if Zhao Zhijing, who appeared last, was almost invincible.

As time went by, and more than a dozen rounds of challenges passed, Zhao Zhijing still stood tall and proud on the fighting platform. The remaining people had no intention of continuing to challenge and chose to give up one after another.

"Who else?!"

Zhao Zhijing waited for a long time but no one came up on stage. He pointed to the dark mass of people below the stage and asked in a loud voice.

Wherever Zhao Zhijing's gaze fell, all the disciples lowered their heads, deliberately avoiding his eyes.

Seeing this, Wang Chuyi, who was sitting on the high platform, slowly stroked his beard, a smile on his lips, and slowly stood up.

Seeing this, Duan Zhengchun smiled but did not say anything and turned to look at Lin Zhiyuan.

Lin Zhiyuan gripped his sword, clasped his hands in a salute, and looked expressionlessly at Zhao Zhijing, who seemed to have victory in his grasp on the high platform.

"Since no one is willing to challenge us, this martial arts tournament should now come to an end. I hereby announce that the third-generation chief disciple is..."

Just as the name "Zhao Zhijing" was about to escape Wang Chuyi's lips, a figure suddenly leaped up and landed steadily on the dueling platform.

When Lin Zhiyuan suddenly appeared on the stage, almost everyone was stunned.

"Lin Zhiyuan?!"

"How did he get up there too?! How could he possibly be a match for the senior brother?!"

"Yes, among the disciples under the sect leader, only Senior Brother Yin's martial arts can surpass Senior Brother's. How dare Lin Zhiyuan? He's too arrogant!"

Immediately afterwards, murmurs arose from the crowd, with many expressing their bewilderment at Lin Zhiyuan's appearance and feeling that he was humiliating himself.

Wang Chuyi clenched his fist, swallowing back the words that were on the tip of his tongue. Then, with a gloomy expression, he turned to look at Duan Zhengchun not far away, a hint of dissatisfaction flashing in his eyes.

Everyone knows that Lin Zhiyuan is Duan Zhengchun's follower. Since Lin Zhiyuan suddenly chose to challenge him, it must be related to Duan Zhengchun.

Qiu Chuji finally understood Duan Zhengchun's intention. Looking at Lin Zhiyuan on the stage, he frowned slightly and whispered, "Can he do it?"

Duan Zhengchun raised his teacup and offered a toast to Wang Chuyi, who was glaring at him, and said calmly, "Don't worry, the real show is just beginning. Zhiyuan is the real protagonist!"

The reason he let Lin Zhiyuan make his move at the last moment was twofold: first, to allow Lin Zhiyuan to observe Zhao Zhijing's martial arts moves and find a weakness; and second, to defeat Zhao Zhijing when he was at his most triumphant!

Upon hearing Duan Zhengchun's answer, Qiu Chuji immediately looked seriously at the dueling platform, a sense of anticipation gradually rising in his heart.

"Have you lost your mind?! You dare to compete with me?!"

"It's obvious someone sent you here to die! Swords have no eyes; even if I kill you in a moment, at most I'll just get a few slaps and a scolding!"

Zhao Zhijing glanced at Lin Zhiyuan and said with a sneer.

Although the rules of the competition state that it should stop when the opponent makes a move, there will inevitably be times when someone makes a mistake, and such accidents cannot be completely avoided.

"Please enlighten me, Senior Brother."

Lin Zhiyuan was not swayed by Zhao Zhijing's disregard; he simply clasped his hands in a respectful greeting, his expression remaining calm.

"Since you've chosen to die, you can't blame me!"

Zhao Zhijing snorted coldly, then suddenly lunged forward and thrust his sword toward Lin Zhiyuan's chest!

Every move he makes is a killing blow!

He wasn't competing at all!

Not only Duan Zhengchun, who was holding a teacup, could see this, but so could the Five Masters of Quanzhen on the high platform!

"Stop when you've made your point!"

Hao Datong was the first to stand up and raised a warning.

But it was too late. In the blink of an eye, Zhao Zhijing's longsword had already pierced in front of Lin Zhiyuan!

Just as everyone was holding their breath for Lin Zhiyuan, the previously calm Lin Zhiyuan suddenly drew his sword and immediately attacked, not only blocking Zhao Zhijing's fatal blow, but also slicing Zhao Zhijing's left arm as he passed by!

"what?!"

"How can this be?!"

"Junior Brother Lin has been hiding his true abilities all along?!"

In an instant, exclamations of surprise erupted!

Wang Chuyi and the other three, who were sitting on the high platform, also stood up at the same time, looking at Lin Zhiyuan standing on the dueling platform in disbelief!

Only Qiu Chuji remained seated on the futon, his eyes filled with excitement as he looked at Lin Zhiyuan.

"That...that's the most basic Quanzhen sword technique of our sect, how could it be so incredibly powerful when Zhiyuan used it?!"

Sun Bu'er stared in astonishment at Lin Zhiyuan, who had returned to calm with his long sword in hand, and said in disbelief.

As soon as the words fell, the four of them turned to look at Duan Zhengchun, who was sitting behind Qiu Chuji, slowly sipping tea, and instantly understood.

Looking across the entire sect, perhaps only Duan Zhengchun could use such a sword technique!

Duan Zhengchun smiled and looked with great interest toward the arena, ignoring the gazes cast around him. He was very satisfied with Lin Zhiyuan's performance.

It seems this kid wasn't lying; his hard work these past few days hasn't been in vain.

"Who taught you that move just now?!"

Zhao Zhijing glared coldly at Lin Zhiyuan, gritted his teeth, and asked in a low voice.

"Senior Brother is joking. I was using the most basic sword technique of our sect. How come you don't recognize it?"

Lin Zhiyuan's face remained expressionless as he slowly asked a question in return.

"you..."

Zhao Zhijing was speechless for a moment. He glanced at the blood slowly seeping from the tear in his robe on his left arm, then turned sharply to look at Duan Zhengchun on the high platform, his heart filled with resentment.

"If you admit defeat now, senior brother, you might still retain some dignity. You are no match for me."

At this moment, Lin Zhiyuan clasped his hands in a fist salute again and said calmly.

He meant well for Zhao Zhijing, but to Zhao Zhijing, these words were an unprecedented and humiliating insult.

He could not accept being defeated by someone he had never taken seriously before.

"Come again!"

Zhao Zhijing gritted his teeth, then suddenly let out a sharp shout and charged at Lin Zhiyuan once again, thrusting his sword toward Lin Zhiyuan's throat!

This time, his murderous intent was even stronger!

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