Chapter 180: Long Er's First Battle

Although these words from Long Er were within Duan Fengyun's expectations, when Long Er said from his own mouth that his father was only Duan Fengyun, Duan Fengyun felt very gratified in his heart.

He had not doted on this fellow in vain after all; if he had agreed to acknowledge the Supreme as his father, he would likely have died of grief.

Upon hearing Long Er's reply, the Supreme, who had been full of smiles, froze in place, not knowing how to handle it.

The civil and military officials, having just experienced the incident where Bu Jingyun beat people, dared not speak even more; they were afraid that if they stood out to say a word, they would be seized by these four people and beaten.

The scene was extremely awkward for a moment, and at this time, Minister Wang, who was the Minister of Personnel, stood out and said:

"Hero Duan, presumably before you came to the Imperial Palace, you must have already gone to see Duan Lang.

I wonder if you are satisfied with my daughter entering your Duan Mansion."

Duan Fengyun, who originally did not know this old man's identity, only realized after hearing these words from the old man that this old man was the father-in-law of that brat Duan Lang.

Duan Fengyun smiled and said:

"Uncle, you are joking. Qiao'er is virtuous and sensible, and now she is even going to bear children for my Duan family; she is a rare and virtuous woman."

Minister Wang smiled and said:

"That is good, that is good.

I was just afraid that my daughter had been spoiled at home and would be arrogant and domineering once she arrived at the Duan family."

Minister Wang's intervention made the entire atmosphere ease up quite a bit, and it also made people feel endless envy toward Minister Wang.

Having latched onto the big tree that is Duan Fengyun, even if this Minister Wang committed a monstrous crime in the future, he would be punished leniently.

With this death-exemption medallion that is Duan Fengyun, he, Minister Wang, could walk sideways in this imperial court like a crab.

Minister Wang stood in the crowd, looking smug and triumphant.

All of this was because he had given birth to a good daughter; once his grandson was born, the relationship between his Wang family and the Duan family would surely be even more solid.

The Supreme, having already calmed down, resumed that mask of a benevolent ruler.

"Long Er, since you are the foster son of Hero Duan, presumably you must have also received quite a bit of Hero Duan's true teachings.

My youngest son has also liked practicing martial arts recently, and he has often sought advice from some martial arts figures in his spare time.

Since you two are about the same age, why not spar with each other?"

Since the Supreme could not adopt Long Er as his foster son, he wanted to educate Long Er.

His youngest son had been sent by him to the Shaolin Temple to study since he was small, and he had long since practiced a full set of Shaolin martial arts, making him invincible among his peers.

He also wanted to show off his youngest son in front of Duan Fengyun and the others; if they happened to take a fancy to his youngest son and take him as a disciple, wouldn't that be wonderful?

How could Duan Fengyun not see through the Supreme's intentions? He secretly laughed in his heart:

"You want to find your youngest son to fight Long Er?

Even if you called all your sons over, it probably wouldn't be enough for Long Er to fight.

This fellow Long Er's current level has already far exceeded many martial arts figures.

To fight with Long Er, you are truly wishful thinking, Supreme."

Seeing through it without pointing it out, in order to give the Supreme a good slap in the face, Duan Fengyun directly agreed on Long Er's behalf.

"Alright, Supreme.

Then let Long Er spar with the little prince, and let the little prince educate this good-for-nothing child."

Hearing that Duan Fengyun actually boosted others' morale and destroyed his own prestige.

And that he wanted to find someone to educate his Long Er, he was now extremely angry in his heart; he swore that he would definitely educate this bullshit little prince well later.

Hearing Duan Fengyun's agreement, the Supreme immediately sent someone to call the little prince from the backyard.

The little prince, who had just finished exercising in the backyard, ran to the imperial court without even having time to change his top after hearing the Supreme's summons.

Looking at the little prince with his muscular build and bald head, Long Er could not help but laugh.

This was no little prince; this was clearly a little monk.

Long Er laughed wildly in his heart.

And the little prince saw Long Er mocking him at a glance, and he shouted:

"Who are you, daring to mock this prince? Be careful, or this prince will beat you until you are looking for your teeth all over the floor."

Long Er was never someone who would not fight back after being provoked.

"Young master is called Long Er, and I am here to clean you up."

"Ahem, ahem, ahem."

The Supreme coughed a few times on purpose, signaling the two little brats to stop.

"Imperial son, the person next to this little fellow is your idol - Duan Fengyun.

And this little fellow is your idol's foster son. Today, I will let you spar with this little fellow, and let your idol, Hero Duan Fengyun, see how your martial arts are."

Upon hearing that the person next to Long Er was actually the hero he had always admired immensely - Duan Fengyun.

The little prince was instantly overjoyed, and he ran excitedly to Duan Fengyun and said:

"Hero Duan, I didn't expect that I would be able to see you here today.

I heard quite a few things about you when I was in the palace, and I heard even more stories about you when I was at the Shaolin Temple.

You are my idol, Hero Duan."

Duan Fengyun did not expect that he would have such a little fan, so he patted the little prince's head and said:

"These are all rumors in the Jianghu, little prince, you are joking."

The little prince shook his head and said:

"No, no, no, these are all true.

I heard your heroic stories from the Abbot, and our Abbot also admires you very much."

Watching the little prince talking incessantly next to Duan Fengyun, the Supreme was overjoyed and signaled for the little prince to continue like this.

But just after he thought this, the little prince stopped his interaction with Duan Fengyun.

He looked at Long Er with hostility and said:

"So you are the foster son of Hero Duan; today I shall see just how much strength you, this foster son, possess."

A child's jealousy is quite heavy; after learning that Long Er was the foster son of Duan Fengyun, a fire of jealousy ignited in the little prince's heart.

He wanted to defeat Long Er, trample him underfoot, and let Duan Fengyun see how strong he was.

The two little brats stood facing each other, their eyes full of fighting spirit, neither willing to submit to the other in their hearts.

To leave enough space for the two to spar, the civil and military officials all consciously stepped back.

After Duan Fengyun and the Supreme both nodded in tacit approval, the two began to exchange blows.

For the first few moves, both sides probed tentatively to understand how much the other was worth.

But Long Er was, after all, a latecomer to the path; although he possessed several decades of internal energy from Tenggenier, he lacked systematic training, which caused his agility to be far inferior to the little prince's.

Although the little prince was young, having grown up in the Shaolin Temple since childhood, he possessed a robust physique that his peers lacked.

Relying on this robust physique, he beat the thin-bodied Long Er into a steady retreat.

He said with contempt:

"With skills like yours, you are still the foster son of Hero Duan Fengyun; you are truly a disgrace to him."

Long Er originally did not want to use the Liangji Sword, but he could not stand the little prince talking so much.

After using the impact of trading punches with the little prince to create distance, Long Er drew the Liangji Mother-Child Sword from his waist.

Under a flurry of movements from Long Er, the Liangji Mother-Child Sword instantly transformed into the pitch-black, cold-glint-radiating Liangji Sword.

Long Er held the Liangji Sword; the Long Er with a sword in his hand and the Long Er without one were like two completely different people.

"Sword Twenty-Two."

Long Er unleashed Sword Twenty-Two; this was his first battle after his reincarnation, and the Jiansheng Long Er finally began to take his first step.

Bu Jingyun said in surprise from the side:

"Junior Brother Duan, you really do dote on Long Er.

I never expected you to actually teach Sword Twenty-Two to Long Er; if I am not mistaken, you must have also passed on the Holy Spirit Sword Technique and the like."

As for the remaining few sword techniques of Duan Fengyun, Bu Jingyun believed that Duan Fengyun would not teach them to Long Er.

The Duan Family Shiri Sword Technique was just an ordinary sword technique without the enhancement of the Fire Scale Sword.

Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin required an extreme understanding of the sword, and Long Er was not yet at the stage to practice Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin.

After the incident with Daohuang, Duan Fengyun likely would not pass the Demonic Blade on to anyone.

The remaining War Sword Art was Duan Fengyun's trump card, and he would absolutely not pass it on to anyone.

Duan Fengyun smiled, tacitly agreeing with Bu Jingyun's words.

Turning his gaze back to the spar between Long Er and the little prince, Long Er relied on his exquisite sword technique and the cold-glint-radiating Liangji Sword to beat the little prince into a steady retreat.

Long Er said while attacking:

"Do you submit? I am asking you, do you submit?"

The little prince replied with an unconvinced look:

"I do not submit; you are only relying on the power of the sharp weapon in your hand to keep me from getting close to you.

If you give me a sharp weapon, don't even think about being able to defeat me."

Upon hearing this, Long Er stepped back a few paces and said:

"Then I will grant your wish; go quickly and find a weapon you are comfortable with.

Don't say I bullied you for being unarmed."

The Supreme spoke up:

"My son, this is my Shangfang Precious Sword; take it and use it."

The Supreme raised his hand and threw the Shangfang Precious Sword from behind him to the little prince.

After the little prince reached out and caught the Shangfang Precious Sword, he said:

"Today I will let you witness the power of my Shaolin Pimo Sword."

Long Er held his sword and slashed horizontally; the little prince, who kept saying he would use the Pimo Sword, had absolutely no power to fight back.

How could a simple sword technique from the Shaolin Temple resist the sword technique of the world-renowned Dugu Jiansheng who dominated the martial arts world?

Long Er flew into the air, kicked the Shangfang Precious Sword out of the little prince's hand, and took the opportunity to place the Liangji Sword right in front of the little prince's throat.

"My son!"

"Little Prince!"

Seeing this dangerous scene, the entire imperial court was in an uproar, all worried that if Long Er's hand trembled, the little prince would lose his life on the spot.

Long Er said domineeringly:

"Do you submit now? If you do not submit, then I will continue to beat you until you do."

The little prince nodded and said:

"My skills are inferior to yours; I submit.

But this is only because my training is not yet refined; one day when I have completed my studies, I will definitely come back to find you for revenge."

"Long Er, since the little prince has already conceded, hurry up and put your sword away.

Can't you see how nervous so many people are?"

Duan Fengyun spoke up to have Long Er put away the Liangji Sword; he did not want Long Er to accidentally injure the little prince if his hand trembled, and then have them start a massacre here in the Huangcheng.

"Haha, truly a hero among the young.

It seems that you, Hero Duan, must not have taught Long Er any less; Long Er has truly obtained your genuine teachings."

The Supreme laughed; he was truly an old fox with a smile that did not reach his eyes.

The Supreme had originally wanted the little prince to show his face in front of these people to see if he could be taken as a disciple, but looking at this situation, there should be no chance left.

The Supreme's plan fell through once again.

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