Duan Zhengchun transmigrates to Yin Zhiping

"How despicable! To resort to underhanded tactics!"

"kill him!"

Because of Huo Du's sudden intervention, the heroes of the martial arts world present all voiced their indignation and were about to fight.

Seeing that the situation was about to spiral out of control, Guo Jing hurriedly waved his hand to stop it, and coldly looked at Huo Du and asked, "Isn't it a bit too despicable of you to use underhanded tactics to attack people?!"

Huo Du sneered, "He was the one who spoke rudely first, shouldn't he be punished?! Or is everyone here just like him, someone who's good for talking big?!"

"If you're scared, then let's leave now. We might as well give up being the leader of the martial arts alliance!"

Upon hearing this, the assembled heroes of the martial arts world were even more displeased. No matter what, they did not want to be looked down upon by the Mongol Tartars, so they all spoke up to challenge Huo Du to a duel!

"So, how would you like to compete?!"

Guo Jing, his face grim, demanded an answer in a stern voice.

Huo Du curled his lip and said coldly, "It's very simple! Whoever can defeat my master will leave immediately. Anyone who wants to fight can step forward!"

“But you have the numbers and the power. If there are endless challenges, wouldn’t it never end? So I suggest that we have three rounds of competition. Whichever side wins all three rounds will be chosen as the leader of the martial arts alliance!”

"But swords and blades have no eyes. If you die on this stage, don't regret it later!"

As soon as he finished speaking, people in the crowd immediately raised their right hands, eager to go on stage and fight Huo Du.

However, Guo Jing did not agree to anyone's request, because this battle was of utmost importance and could not be lost. If the martial arts world of the Central Plains were to lose in the end, he would not be able to explain it to everyone.

"Alright! But please allow us some time, we need to discuss this."

After a moment's thought, Guo Jing agreed.

Huo Du nodded without saying a word, his face full of arrogance and pride.

Guo Jing and Huang Rong exchanged a glance, then picked out a few people from the crowd and quickly left.

Huo Du, who remained on the high platform, ordered someone to bring a chair for the Golden Wheel Monk. He sat quietly in a corner of the platform and gently fanned the Golden Wheel Monk with a folding fan.

But he didn't notice a pair of cold eyes watching him from not far away outside the crowd. If he had noticed, he would never have been so smug.

Inside a private room, Guo Jing and Huang Rong were discussing their upcoming duel with a group of martial arts figures.

"Brother Guo, where is Hero Yin? If he were willing to lend a hand, we would surely win one of the rounds!"

At this moment, Lu Guanying suddenly thought of Duan Zhengchun and hurriedly said.

Wu Santong and the others standing nearby nodded in agreement.

Guo Jing shook his head helplessly and said slowly, "I asked Brother Yin before, and he was just here to join in the fun. He didn't intend to compete for the title of martial arts alliance leader, so he probably won't make a move."

"Let's try to find a solution from among the people here. As long as we can win two rounds, that will be enough!"

"In other words, as long as we can defeat Huo Du and his senior brother Darba, we won't have to fight the Golden Wheel Monk anymore!"

Upon hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement.

However, Zhu Ziliu frowned slightly and said, "But no one knows in which round the Golden Wheel Monk will make his move. What if he seizes the initiative?"

"After all, none of us know the extent of his martial arts skills. Who should we send to fight him?"

"And what about Huo Du and Darba? Just how skilled are they in martial arts? We can't afford to lose this battle, or the whole world will laugh at us!"

Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent again, their faces grave.

Guo Jing also frowned. Although he had met Huo Du and Darba on Zhongnan Mountain, three years had passed and he could not be sure what level their martial arts had reached.

Just as everyone was at a loss, Huang Rong slowly spoke up: "I wonder if any of you have heard of the story of Tian Ji's horse race in Sun Tzu's Art of War?"

"Since the Golden Wheel Monk is the highest-ranking person among the opposing team, he will naturally be the last to fight. Therefore, as long as we win the first two rounds, this predicament will be easily resolved!"

"The Golden Wheel Monk has the highest martial arts skills, followed by Huo Du's senior brother Darba, and then Huo Du himself! Why don't we let Senior Brother Zhu fight Huo Du!"

"I wonder if Senior Brother Zhu is confident?"

Zhu Ziliu clasped his hands in a fist salute and said earnestly, "Junior Sister Huang, rest assured, even if it costs me my life, I will win this round!"

Huang Rong smiled and nodded, continuing, "Alright! Next up is Darba. If Senior Brother Zhu can win a round, then we'll let Brother Jing fight in this round. He'll definitely win!"

“In this way, we can win two rounds! However, if the Golden Wheel Monk makes a move first, I'm afraid we'll have to ask Master Hao to take action.”

"I should have stepped forward to fight, but I am pregnant and it is inconvenient for me to do so."

Hao Datong smiled and said in a deep voice, "I understand. Please rest assured, Miss Huang, I will do my best!"

Guo Jing, standing to the side, said worriedly, "With Master Hao's martial arts skills, I'm afraid he's no match for that Golden Wheel Monk. What if something goes wrong? How am I supposed to explain this to Master Changchun?"

Huang Rong smiled and said, "Brother Jing, don't worry. In my opinion, the Golden Wheel Monk will definitely be the last to make a move. Besides, the order of the battles is not determined by them. We can take the initiative to challenge him. We just need to put the Golden Wheel Monk last!"

"If we can win two rounds, then we won't need to compete in the third round!"

Upon hearing this, Guo Jing finally realized what was happening and nodded with a smile.

After the discussion, everyone left the room and returned to the dueling platform.

Immediately afterwards, Zhu Ziliu took the lead and challenged Huo Du, just as they had agreed.

The first round match between Zhu Ziliu and Huo Du began quickly.

The two men were seen exchanging blows on the high platform, their moves constantly shifting and creating perilous situations, drawing gasps of surprise from the onlookers below.

The Golden Wheel Dharma King, who had been sitting silently in his chair, remained as steady as a mountain, without even a change in his facial expression.

"Brother Duan, who do you think will win this match?"

In a distant corner, Wanyan Ping watched the competition on the stage nervously while asking a question in a low voice.

Duan Zhengchun said calmly, "In terms of martial arts, Zhu Ziliu clearly has a slight advantage, but he seems to have forgotten that Huo Du's folding fan contains a hidden weapon, and the hidden weapon is poisoned with a deadly poison that can kill on contact with blood!"

Wanyan Ping exclaimed in surprise, "A martial arts contest on a high platform is supposed to end when the opponent has made their move, as long as a winner is decided. Does Huo Du really dare to use underhanded tactics to harm someone?!"

Duan Zhengchun said coldly, "Not everyone will follow the rules of the martial world. Some people decide based on the level of martial arts, while others decide based on life and death!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Zhu Ziliu, who was about to win, suddenly groaned and fell off the platform. Sure enough, Huo Du had hit his chest with a hidden weapon concealed in his folding fan!

Everything went exactly as Duan Zhengchun had predicted!

"Senior Brother Zhu?!"

Upon seeing this, Guo Jing exclaimed in surprise and hurriedly stepped forward to catch Zhu Ziliu. He then asked Zhu Ziliu where he kept the antidote pills.

"Where would you get so many of those miraculous pills? There's only one..."

"I'm sorry, Junior Sister Huang, I lost..."

Zhu Ziliu gave a wry smile, turned to look at Huang Rong who was squatting next to Guo Jing, and showed a face full of apology.

He had just given the man the only antidote pill he had.

"Despicable and shameless! They've resorted to underhanded tactics again!"

This round doesn't count!

Wu Santong angrily pointed at Huo Du on the stage and shouted at him.

Huo Du sneered and said disdainfully, "You didn't stipulate that we couldn't use hidden weapons before the competition. It's just that his skills were inferior. Are you trying to renege on the agreement?!"

"If I were the one who got hurt, I would still willingly admit defeat!"

Upon hearing this, the surrounding area fell silent. Although Huo Du was shameless, it was indeed the truth; the two sides had not made any agreement before the competition.

These were clearly unwritten rules, and no one expected Huo Du to be so shameless.

The original plan was that Zhu Ziliu had to win this round, but Zhu Ziliu's defeat completely disrupted Guo Jing and the others' plans.

Guo Jing's expression turned solemn. He quickly sealed Zhu Ziliu's acupoints and then had the Wu brothers help Zhu Ziliu down.

"Brother Jing, we've already lost one round. We can only win the next two rounds, we can't afford to lose! Our previous plan won't work!"

"Now only you have a chance of winning against the Golden Wheel Monk. As for Darba, leave him to me!"

Huang Rong looked at Guo Jing with a solemn expression and said in a low voice.

Originally, Hao Datong was chosen to fight in one round, but the situation had changed, and her martial arts skills far surpassed Hao Datong's, so she had no choice but to fight instead...