Making you a son-in-law is not about making you conquer the world.

"Ah!" Lian Ping smashed the table on the left with a single palm strike, and Lin Ping on the other side was also caught in the crossfire, nearly stumbling and falling to the ground.

Lin Ping was very satisfied with this. He concluded that the two brothers had a deep-seated grudge, and of course, he had played a significant role in it.

For example, last time they robbed Lian Ping of 5,000 warhorses and 5,000 sets of equipment, Lian Gui stirred up trouble in front of the city lord, and Lian Ping was almost killed by the city lord for it.

The match then began, and both sides aimed at the target and fired their arrows almost simultaneously.

The densely packed arrows formed a black straight line, leaving graceful arcs in the air as they flew toward their respective targets.

In fact, Lin Ping had a way to win this match. Although he couldn't improve his own strength, it didn't mean he couldn't disrupt the opponent. One person could deliberately aim at the enemy's direction and disrupt dozens of arrows.

Lin Ping didn't do that because he didn't want to be branded a treacherous villain, nor did he want to immediately enrage the city lord of Shancheng. After all, some plans were not yet complete, and he wanted to wait for the third round of the competition.

The arrows made a "dududu" sound when they pierced the wood, which was extremely impressive.

Most of the Jiangcheng Prefecture private troops missed their targets, while most of the Shancheng Prefecture private troops hit their targets, with many even hitting the center of the circle.

The result is obvious; there's no need for the referees to compile statistics.

"Your skills have gotten even weaker?" Lin Ping said, covering his face.

He knew his team would lose, but he didn't expect to lose so badly; they clearly hadn't performed to their full potential.

At this moment, Jiang Yunying smiled at Lin Ping from a distance, meaning: The private army has deliberately lost the game according to husband's wishes, and is just waiting for husband to turn the tide in the last round.

"Yamashiro Prefecture wins!" The referee, after much effort, finally tallied the final score and loudly announced the result.

"Hahaha, it's a foregone conclusion." The Mountain City Lord flicked his sleeves and said coldly to Jiang Xiuwen, completely disregarding the Jiang City government's private army.

He even suspected that Lian Ping deliberately threw the first game, otherwise how could they have lost so badly?

"Gui'er, Bai'er, let's go." The Mountain City Lord led the two mantis shrimps and strode towards Yancheng, without even glancing at Lian Ping.

"Father, wait for me!" Lian Ping scrambled after him, feeling utterly exhausted, and nearly collapsed to the ground.

A person's mood can affect their physical condition. How could Lian Ping, who was disheartened, be full of energy? Besides, he had been by Lin Ping's side these past few days, and he might have had his yang energy drained away by him.

After losing the second round, Jiang Xiuwen looked gloomy, as if he had lost two taels of silver.

"Nephew-in-law, can we really win the third match?" Jiang Xiuwen asked uncertainly. He clearly remembered the situation of the last match. There were many experts in Shancheng Prefecture. Even if he went on stage himself, he might not have a chance of winning.

"Does Uncle not trust his wife or not trust me?" Lin Ping asked rhetorically, his enigmatic confidence seemingly emanating from nowhere.

"I'll go ask the governor right away if eunuchs can't participate in the competition. Then my nephew-in-law can use his skills of grabbing, kicking, and pinching!" Jiang Xiuwen was so anxious that he spun around in circles, knowing very well what Lin Ping's special move was.

Lin Ping awkwardly covered his face and asked in a low voice, "In your eyes, Uncle, do I only know these three moves?"

"Otherwise what?" Jiang Xiuwen nodded straightforwardly, completely unable to understand that Lin Ping was trying to save face, since dozens of private soldiers around were really listening, and he couldn't afford to lose face.

"Actually, I can also... play the piano, play it until he can't take care of himself, play it until he doubts the meaning of life." Lin Ping said seriously, not ashamed but proud. His skin is so thick that it can probably withstand the test of a new-style long spear.

"I might as well just go out there and do it." Jiang Xiuwen was more anxious than an ant on a hot pan, and he had already stomped down a small patch of soft ground around him.

"Uncle, please be patient and let me choose two..." Lin Ping paused, his eyes darting among the private soldiers.

"Big and strong, young and vigorous, if all else fails, these two captains will do," Jiang Xiuwen quickly answered for Lin Ping.

Private armies are ranked according to their strength, and the two captains are indeed much stronger than ordinary strongmen and captains.

Both men had their arms bent, revealing their well-developed biceps, and they looked quite impressive.

Lin Ping chuckled and said, "Choose two...those with good acting skills!"

In this era of fan economy, physical strength is useless; only good acting skills can make money. Otherwise, why would kindergarten children dream of becoming stars?

Parents are very supportive, enrolling their children in all sorts of extracurricular classes. Playing the piano and dancing are so much better than studying. Even if you get into a top university, you'll still end up having to work.

A year's salary isn't even as much as a pretty girl earns by wiggling her hips on short videos...

Of course, Lin Ping, who had lost at the starting line, loathed this phenomenon. At the very least, he was a scholar. The reason he chose two actors with good acting skills was to make them suffer less, since they were bound to lose anyway.

"It's you two!" Lin Ping grabbed one of them with each hand.

The two men's eyes darted around as they spoke, and every gesture they made was theatrical; they were sure to surrender before the enemy could even make a move.

"Your humble servant greets Your Highness!" The two knelt and bowed, their performance full of dramatic flair.

"Hmm, not bad." Lin Ping nodded in satisfaction and asked, "What are your names?"

The thin man's eyes shone brightly as he respectfully said, "My surname is Gan, and my given name is only two characters long!"

"Can't beat them? Damn it, this name is... too satisfying!" Lin Ping kept praising it, but felt that a single character name and a two-character name seemed a bit contradictory.

The other, thinner man, had a brighter look in his eyes and chuckled, "My surname is Lu, and my given name is Ziye."

"Great name! It's a really great name. Just for those three characters, I, Pingye, will take you to new heights." Lin Ping nodded in satisfaction, feeling that these two had unlimited potential.

"Lu Ziye? That's a pretty ordinary name," Jiang Xiuwen muttered to himself, not understanding why Lin Ping was so satisfied.

"You two can do a token training session," Lin Ping said with a smile.

The two men bowed deeply in gratitude, and just as they were about to step back, Lin Ping said, "Run two hundred li with the load on. If you can't finish, don't eat."

The two, who were originally full of enthusiasm, were completely paralyzed with fear. Even a thoroughbred horse that runs two hundred miles with a heavy load needs to eat some hay. The fuel consumption per hundred kilometers is at least the equivalent of two steamed buns. This could be fatal.

Knowing Lin Ping's personality, they didn't dare to bargain. Each of them carried a 30-pound sandbag and began circling the large camp. Their amazing speed was like playing the game in 32 times slow motion.

"Husband, is this really a good idea? It could lead to someone's death." Jiang Yunying felt sorry for the two of them for a second. Although they were sometimes cunning and sly, their crimes did not warrant death.

"Life is like a play, it all depends on acting skills. They won't die." Lin Ping said meaningfully, waiting for tomorrow's competition.