Duan Zhengchun transmigrates to Yin Zhiping

Seeing Zhao Zhijing charging towards him again with a murderous look on his face, Lin Zhiyuan gripped his long sword tightly, assumed a strange posture, and his expression instantly turned cold!

Just as Zhao Zhijing's longsword was aimed straight at Lin Zhiyuan's throat, Lin Zhiyuan suddenly launched another attack, easily dodging Zhao Zhijing's offensive once again, and stabbed Zhao Zhijing in the left arm!

"what?!"

Another gasp rang out!

After suffering two consecutive setbacks, Zhao Zhijing became agitated and was on the verge of going berserk. Ignoring his injured left arm, he launched a frenzied attack!

His goal was no longer to win the position of chief disciple, but to kill Lin Zhiyuan in front of Duan Zhengchun!

As the two exchanged blows, the sounds of metal clashing against metal were deafening!

"Hold on!"

Seeing that Zhao Zhijing was already losing his composure, Wang Chuyi on the high platform hurriedly stood up, raised his voice to remind him, and said with a solemn expression.

But just as he finished speaking, Zhao Zhijing suddenly groaned and flew backward, crashing heavily to the ground!

The entire training ground fell silent instantly!

Everyone was dumbfounded!

Zhao Zhijing has been defeated! Utterly defeated!

Ten moves! The outcome was decided in just ten moves!

No one believed that Lin Zhiyuan could defeat Zhao Zhijing within ten moves!

But now that the fact has happened, Zhao Zhijing has not only lost, but is also seriously injured, his entire left arm is stained red with blood!

"Senior Brother, you flatter me..."

Lin Zhiyuan sheathed his sword, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and said something expressionlessly to Zhao Zhijing, who had fallen off the dueling platform.

"impossible!"

"Absolutely impossible!"

Zhao Zhijing roared madly, supporting himself on one hand as he got up from the ground, gripping his long sword and pointing it directly at Lin Zhiyuan on the stage, his face contorted with rage.

He had seen that Lin Zhiyuan had been trained by "Yin Zhiping", but he did not believe that Lin Zhiyuan could reach the level of easily defeating him in such a short time!

He was resentful!

He had been waiting for this day. The position of chief disciple was within his grasp; how could he possibly admit defeat?!

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Zhijing focused his energy and leaped towards the dueling platform once again.

"Zhijing, you've already lost!"

Upon seeing this, Hao Datong on the high platform immediately changed his expression and stood up to offer a reminder.

"No! It's not over yet!"

"He can't possibly be my match!"

However, Zhao Zhijing had already gone mad. Ignoring Hao Datong's warning, he roared and charged towards Lin Zhiyuan, his attack aimed at killing him!

However, at that moment, a figure suddenly flashed across the high platform and instantly appeared on the dueling stage. With a burst of sharp energy, the long sword in Zhao Zhijing's hand flew out in response!

One Finger Zen!

Before Zhao Zhijing could react, he groaned again as someone kicked him in the chest mid-air, sending him flying backward once more!

This time, they slid several meters away after landing!

"puff!"

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Zhijing suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood! His face was already as pale as snow!

Duan Zhengchun stood coldly on the dueling platform with one hand behind his back, looking disdainfully at Zhao Zhijing who had slid far away. He raised his voice and said, "When fellow disciples compete, the point is to exchange skills and stop when the opponent is touched. But you tried to kill with every move! You call yourself the senior disciple of our sect!"

You've completely disgraced Uncle Wang!

Upon hearing Duan Zhengchun's words, the disciples outside the training ground began to discuss among themselves. Although they had not initially noticed the killing intent hidden in Zhao Zhijing's swordplay, Zhao Zhijing had completely forgotten to conceal it after his second appearance on stage.

Everyone can see it!

Even if he wins, it will be an unfair victory. What's more, he suffered another crushing defeat, unable to even withstand a single move from Duan Zhengchun!

"You have already withdrawn from this competition and are not qualified to go on stage!"

Zhao Zhijing wiped away the remaining blood, struggled to get up from the ground again, trembling as he glared at Duan Zhengchun, seemingly still unwilling to give up.

"Enough! That's enough!"

Just then, Wang Chuyi on the high platform finally couldn't stand it any longer. He shouted angrily, glared coldly at Duan Zhengchun, flicked his sleeve, and turned to leave.

Watching Wang Chuyi leave in a huff, Duan Zhengchun smiled faintly, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.

"I hereby announce that the third-generation chief disciple is... Lin Zhiyuan!"

Immediately afterwards, Hao Datong stood up, pointed to Lin Zhiyuan on the dueling platform, and announced loudly.

Upon hearing this, Lin Zhiyuan immediately sheathed his sword and clasped his hands in a fist salute to the four disciples on the high platform and all the disciples outside the training ground.

Thus, the martial arts tournament officially came to an end, but no one expected that the final winner would be Lin Zhiyuan, who had never been favored by anyone.

Especially Qiu Chuji, who was sitting on the high platform, never expected that Lin Zhiyuan was the variable secretly arranged by Duan Zhengchun. He also never expected that this little disciple who had always been neglected would become the key to turning the tide!

Looking at his two disciples on the dueling platform, Qiu Chuji stroked his beard, his mouth agape in a wide smile.

"well done."

After watching the injured Zhao Zhijing being helped away by several disciples, Duan Zhengchun slowly turned to look at Lin Zhiyuan beside him and said approvingly.

"Thank you for your guidance, senior brother!"

Lin Zhiyuan immediately bowed and clasped his hands in a salute.

He understood that without his senior brother, he would not have achieved this day of shocking the sect, nor would he have been able to win the position of chief disciple and become the successor of the next sect leader!

"Winning against Zhao Zhijing is just the beginning. If you really want to become the leader of the Quanzhen Sect in the future and carry forward its glory, you will have to work even harder."

Duan Zhengchun looked earnestly at the somewhat excited Lin Zhiyuan and gave him a heartfelt piece of advice.

In fact, the reason why Lin Zhiyuan was able to defeat Zhao Zhijing within ten moves was not only because Duan Zhengchun had instructed him in martial arts, but also because of luck.

If Zhao Zhijing hadn't underestimated his opponent, and if Lin Zhiyuan hadn't secretly observed all of his moves and found his weaknesses, and if Zhao Zhijing hadn't been provoked by a single mistake, causing his technique to become completely chaotic, Lin Zhiyuan wouldn't have been able to defeat him in such a short time.

"Zhiyuan understands!"

Lin Zhiyuan nodded heavily, his expression resolute.

From this day forward, he is destined to become the focus of the entire Quanzhen Sect, no longer the "follower of Senior Brother Yin" in everyone's eyes.

From this day forward, Duan Zhengchun was no longer the future successor to the sect leader that everyone was talking about. Instead, he gradually faded from everyone's sight and became an unofficial member of the Quanzhen Sect, almost like his grandmaster Zhou Botong.

This is the result he has always wanted. From the beginning, his heart was in the martial world and in the world, never in becoming the leader of any sect.

He was originally a person who hated trouble, and he didn't want to spend his whole life in this Taoist temple like Wang Chongyang and Qiu Chuji.

But whether it was the Five Masters of Quanzhen or the third and fourth generation disciples of the sect, no one dared to ignore his existence.

...

In the back room, Zhao Zhijing, who was seriously injured, lay pale on the bed, while two disciples were carefully treating the injury on his left arm.

Lu Qingdu was wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with a wet handkerchief.

Zhao Zhijing clenched his right fist, staring intently at the roof beam above his head, his eyes filled with resentment.

Just then, footsteps approached, and Director Wang walked in through the door with a blank expression.

Upon seeing this, the disciples quickly bowed, trembling with fear, and retreated to the side.

"Master..."

Zhao Zhijing was stunned for a moment, and struggled to get up and bow, but he could only sit up halfway and could not get up at all.

Duan Zhengchun's kick almost shattered his internal organs; he wouldn't be able to get out of bed for at least ten days to half a month.

"How are your injuries?!"

Wang Chuyi's face was gloomy. He glanced at Zhao Zhijing and asked in a cold voice.

"It's alright, this disciple can handle it..."

Faced with Wang Chuyi's personal visit and concern, Zhao Zhijing felt a warmth in his heart and shook his head with a smile despite the excruciating pain.

"How can you still laugh! As the top disciple of the Quanzhen Sect, you actually lost to that brat Lin Zhiyuan! And you even promised me that you would definitely become the chief disciple!"

"You have let me down too much!"

But then, Wang Chuyi's utterly disappointed rebuke instantly sank his heart.

"This must be Yin Zhiping's doing! Without his secret guidance, Lin Zhiyuan would never be a match for me!"

Zhao Zhijing was stunned for a moment, then tried his best to explain his defeat...