Duan Zhengchun transmigrates to Yin Zhiping

Chapter 236 The Ultimate Showdown

A moment later, when they looked at the middle-aged man again, he had fallen straight down with a loud thud and lay motionless on the ground.

His internal organs had already been shattered by Duan Zhengchun's palm strike, and he didn't even see how Duan Zhengchun made the move!

The remaining Persian followers witnessed the scene firsthand. They had thought their master would save their lives, but they never expected that their master couldn't even withstand a single move from the opponent!

Faced with this situation, the dozen or so people dared not linger any longer and turned to flee.

"Kill them!"

Hong Lingbo shouted and led his men to chase after them, killing them all in the post station.

The entire courtyard was littered with corpses and blood; Duan Zhengchun had never shown mercy to his enemies.

Immediately afterwards, Duan Zhengchun, carrying a wine gourd, stepped over the corpses scattered on the ground and slowly walked towards the gate, his murderous intent gradually disappearing.

Having avenged himself, he saw no need to stay any longer. As for the other party's background or whether this would create enmity with the Persian religion, he never cared.

...

The next morning.

Duan Zhengchun groggily woke up from his sleep. He was probably the only one who could find an inn in Moyuan City to stay in after causing such a commotion last night.

"Are you awake?"

Hong Lingbo, who had already woken up, asked shyly.

"Yeah, I was too tired last night. It's been a while, your skills have improved!"

Duan Zhengchun nodded, a meaningful smile appearing on his lips.

Upon hearing this, Hong Lingbo's face instantly turned bright red, and she instinctively hid under the covers.

Duan Zhengchun laughed heartily, slowly sat up, walked naked to the table, picked up the teapot, tilted his head back, and gulped down several mouthfuls.

I tossed and turned until midnight last night before I could fall asleep, and when I woke up this morning, my mouth was extremely dry, probably because I had used up too much water in my body last night.

When are we going back to the deserted city?

Hong Lingbo slowly crawled out of bed and asked curiously.

"In a little while, you should take your men back first and tell your master that the matter of establishing a branch in the Western Regions should be put on hold for now, so as to avoid the Persian sect coming to our door."

"I'm going somewhere, I won't be going back yet."

Duan Zhengchun stretched and slowly began to speak.

"Where are you going?"

"I..."

Hong Lingbo looked puzzled. She originally wanted to say that she hoped to accompany Duan Zhengchun anywhere, but she stopped halfway through her sentence.

After what happened last night, she wanted to stick close to Duan Zhengchun.

"Go meet a friend."

Duan Zhengchun hesitated for a moment, then said something indifferently.

Similarly, he did not tell Hong Lingbo that he was going to have a showdown with the world's number one sword demon.

"Oh..."

Hong Lingbo responded dejectedly and silently began to get dressed.

She assumed that the friend Duan Zhengchun mentioned was a woman. She wondered what the Sword Demon would think if he knew that someone mistook him for a woman who had slept with Duan Zhengchun.

Seeing Hong Lingbo's expression, Duan Zhengchun couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly. However, he didn't explain much. He then took Hong Lingbo, who was dressed, and left the room. He asked the inn's staff to prepare some food and had breakfast with Hong Lingbo.

Several hours later, Duan Zhengchun and Hong Lingbo left Moyuan City and headed towards the place where they had made a promise with the Sword Demon ten years ago.

Although they had made a ten-year agreement, they did not agree on a specific day to keep the promise. He did not know if he would see Dugu Qiubai on his journey, or perhaps Dugu Qiubai had not taken the agreement to heart at all.

Five days later.

On a mountain peak, Duan Zhengchun stood with his hands behind his back on the precipice, gazing at the dense forest before him, and some lost memories resurfaced in his mind.

Returning to this familiar place, he couldn't help but recall how he looked when he first came into this world. Now, ten years have passed, and he is no longer the so-called most promising disciple of the Quanzhen Sect.

On his way up the mountain, he passed the spot where he had once burned down the tea stall. Weeds had grown there, as if the tea stall had never existed.

Time has passed, and everything in the past has changed. He didn't know if the Sword Demon still remembered the ten-year agreement from back then, at least he didn't see the Sword Demon when he arrived.

But since he had made the agreement, he had no choice but to come, so he planned to wait here for ten days. If the Sword Demon did not come by then, he would leave.

Immediately afterwards, Duan Zhengchun began to gather some straw mats, found a place where he could shelter from the wind and rain, and set up a straw mat where he could sleep and rest. That's how he settled down on the mountain.

Ten days later.

As evening fell, Duan Zhengchun sat alone by the campfire, drinking alone with a gourd of wine in his hand. On the fire sat a wild rabbit, sizzling with oil, its aroma filling the air.

According to the date we agreed on back then, it should have been ten years by now, but the Sword Demon has not appeared for ten consecutive days. After tonight, Duan Zhengchun will be leaving.

The night sky overhead was cloudless, dotted with countless stars that illuminated the horizon.

As Duan Zhengchun drank his wine, he looked up at the bright moon in the sky and became somewhat lost in thought. His initial disappointment gradually subsided.

Life is full of disappointments, and he gradually let go of them, learning not to force things.

After figuring all this out, Duan Zhengchun shook his head and smiled bitterly. He reached out and picked up the roasted rabbit from the campfire, tearing off a leg.

The roasted rabbit leg, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, emitted a rich aroma. Duan Zhengchun's eyes lit up, and he took a bite.

"It seems I've arrived at just the right time."

However, at that moment, a voice suddenly came, and then an old man with a sage-like appearance was seen walking through the air with his hands behind his back, landing steadily beside the campfire.

Upon hearing the voice, Duan Zhengchun turned his head and paused, his mouth, which was about to bite into the rabbit leg, suddenly stopped. Then he couldn't help but smile knowingly.

The newcomer was none other than the Sword Demon, Dugu Qiubai!

He did not break his promise.

"Am I too late?"

Dugu Qiubai looked at Duan Zhengchun with a smile and asked a question.

"No, you've arrived just in time!"

"Have you eaten, senior? Would you like to go first?"

Duan Zhengchun immediately shook his head, smiling as he handed the rabbit leg he hadn't yet eaten to Dugu Qiubai.

Dugu Qiubai smiled and sat down to the side. He took the rabbit leg, then took the wine flask from his waist and began to eat without any hesitation.

Ten years have passed, but the Sword Demon is still the same Sword Demon. He and Duan Zhengchun are completely at ease with each other, like two close friends.

The two then chatted and ate wild game, sharing their experiences and changes over the years.

To Duan Zhengchun's slight embarrassment, Dugu Qiubai had already heard of Lingxiao Sword Demon's reputation and praised him highly.

Not everyone deserves the praise of the Sword Demon.

After a satisfying meal, the two finally got back to the main topic.

"Ten years ago you said you would defeat me with your martial arts. Now that ten years have passed, I wonder if you feel you are ready to fight me with all your might?"

Dugu Qiubai looked at Duan Zhengchun with a meaningful gaze and asked with a smile.

Duan Zhengchun touched the sword box beside him, nodded slightly, and the blood in his body began to stir slowly.

How confident are you of beating me?

Dugu Qiubai continued to press for answers.

"Ten percent!"

Duan Zhengchun answered without hesitation.

"Ten percent?!"

"Are you sure?!"

Dugu Qiubai was clearly taken aback for a moment, and hesitantly glanced at Duan Zhengchun.

"As a swordsman, if you don't have absolute confidence, you're not worthy to draw your sword!"

"Since we're going to have a showdown, I'll naturally go all out. And if I'm going all out, then I have absolute confidence!"

Duan Zhengchun nodded and said decisively.

"Okay! Well said!"

"Based on this alone, you've surpassed 99% of the people in the martial arts world!"

Dugu Qiubai raised an eyebrow and couldn't help but smile with immense admiration once again.

Immediately, the two got up and walked to an open space to the side, standing facing each other at a distance of more than ten feet, and began a duel that they had agreed to ten years ago.

"Let's take action."

Dugu Qiubai stood with one hand behind his back, raised his right hand in a gesture, and said something indifferently.

Duan Zhengchun didn't reply. He directly pressed the mechanism of the sword box and rushed towards Dugu Qiubai like lightning. At the same time, the Lingxiao Sword that broke out of the box was already in his hand!

In a true duel between masters, there is no such thing as going first or second...