Chapter 59

Chapter 59: Didn’t Expect You Couldn’t Even Handle a Single Move

Meng Changqing was taken aback.

So straightforward?

The struggle for resources indeed favored the capable.

But not even a single word of nonsense? Truly rare.

Moreover, the gaze of this person had been fixed on him from the start, never wavering.

It didn’t feel like he was after the resources.

“Alright, but I have one condition to add.” Regaining his senses, Meng Changqing smiled faintly.

“What condition?” It was now Duan Hun’s turn to be stunned.

Conditions in a fight? How could that be?

“If I win, you have to agree to become my friend,” Meng Changqing said.

Duan Hun immediately took a deep breath.

Veins bulged on his forehead.

More infuriating than the condition of becoming friends for no apparent reason was the first half of the sentence!

“If you win???”

Now, who would even think they could beat him?

On what basis did this person have such confidence?

He was just an ordinary disciple!

Did he even know who he was?

Duan Hun, from the Punishment Peak!

Currently ranked... fourth in the Inner Sect!

“Of course,” Duan Hun gritted his teeth, eyes seemingly suppressing flames.

Upon hearing this, Meng Changqing felt there might be something wrong with this person mentally.

Most likely a lunatic.

Was there any problem with the condition he proposed?

Absolutely none.

Why was he still getting angry?

“But you have to use your full strength, or I’ll be unhappy,” Meng Changqing added.

The dissatisfaction in Duan Hun’s heart had reached its peak.

He felt he might lose control when he started.

So, he ‘kindly’ reminded him to avoid accidentally crippling him.

“Full strength, then.”

“Fine.”

Seeing Duan Hun’s serious expression, Meng Changqing nodded.

It seemed like he might be a martial arts fanatic.

For martial arts fanatics, giving it their all was a form of respect towards friends.

“Qianyang Shattered Soul Palm!” Without waiting for Meng Changqing to make a move, Duan Hun took the initiative.

He could no longer contain himself.

A surge of pitch-black true qi erupted, forming a black sun in his palm.

If he went all out, this person would undoubtedly die.

So, he changed his sword technique.

Instead of using Frozen Nine Provinces, he used a weaker technique from the Sword Scripture, Moonstep Kill.

He didn’t even use a real sword, just true qi transformation.

But even so, Duan Hun couldn’t withstand it at all.

He just got sent flying upon contact.

“It seems like my sword qi was a bit too fierce, or maybe this top-tier genius is a bit lacking.”

Shaking his head slightly, Meng Changqing hurried towards the mountain wall, hoping not to accidentally kill him with one sword strike.

Inside the mountain wall, Duan Hun looked miserable. His palms were bloody, covered in sword marks.

He had no intention of coming out of the mountain wall.

He just wanted to be alone.

He didn’t understand.

He really didn’t.

Why couldn’t he win against anyone?

Master had clearly said that, barring any accidents, he would be the first in the Inner Sect.

But reality was completely opposite. Everywhere was full of surprises.

He couldn’t beat Mad Blade.

Nor could he beat the Shi brothers.

Finally encountering what looked like an ordinary disciple, he unexpectedly possessed sword qi!

What’s wrong with this world?

Was it targeting him?

He just wanted to vent a little, why was it so difficult...

Especially now, in his current position, inside the mountain wall.

Puff!

The more Duan Hun thought about it, the harder it was to accept, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

“Are you alright?” A somewhat familiar voice came.

Duan Hun couldn’t help but look up, then his pupils shrank, and a chill spread throughout his body.

It was that ordinary disciple.

But at this moment, in his eyes, this seemingly harmless ordinary disciple was full of danger!

“Sorry, I didn’t expect you couldn’t even handle a single move,” Meng Changqing said apologetically, very seriously.

“You!” Duan Hun suddenly reacted.

Yeah.

It seemed like he couldn’t even handle a single move. Even against someone as terrifying as Shi Yao, he could block for ten moves!

While others kept progressing, why did he keep lowering his limits?

Puff!

As his heart was filled with grief and anger, Duan Hun spat out blood again, fainting away.

Too shameful!

“Don’t faint, brother. Promise to be my friend first,” Meng Changqing said, advancing and patting Duan Hun’s face.

But the latter didn’t react at all.

Seemed like he didn’t want to wake up anymore.