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

"Uncle..." Lin Ping was speechless, not knowing whether Jiang Xiuwen was praising him or insulting him. He replied with a straight face, "Am I that kind of person? Even if I had to wear them, it would be the same pair of underwear!"

This was one of Lin Ping's ways of getting away with it. He couldn't very well reveal the functions of his left and right eyes, could he? If he did, Jiang Yunying would probably have to cover her private parts with her hands every time she met Lin Ping to avoid being exposed, or to be more direct, she could just stab him blind with a sword to prevent him from peeping at other women.

"Little sister, you need to be careful tomorrow. That Lian Bai doesn't seem easy to deal with," Lin Ping said earnestly.

These days, besides keeping a close eye on Lian Ping every day, Lin Ping also occasionally stole glances at Lian Bai a few times, and each time he found that the other party had a pair of sharp eyes and his whole body was like steel.

Lin Ping had never seen Lian Bai make a move, but he could guess that Lian Bai was quite strong, even comparable to the experts of Lotus Palace.

"Don't worry, brother. I'm looking forward to holding my nephew soon, how could I possibly lose the competition?" Lin Xiaomei said seriously, already regarding Lin Ping's happiness as the most important thing.

During the fourth match, when the city lord of Shancheng drew Lin Xiaomei's name, Lin Ping finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he can control his opponents, he cannot control the order of appearance. If he were to compete against Lian Ping in this match, some of his plans might be difficult to implement.

Lin Ping walked up to Wu Xin with a smile, easily took out Lian Bai's name, and ended the entire lottery process ahead of schedule.

On the arena, Lin Xiaomei stood sideways, holding a long sword in one hand, her skirt swaying in the wind, exuding the aura of a female knight-errant.

Lian Bai gripped a silver-white spear in both hands, wearing only a thin, tight-fitting suit that clearly revealed the contours of his muscles. His fierce gaze was chilling.

"This guy might be training his body like Might Guy, right?" Lin Ping suddenly thought of that powerful ninja who could fight against ninjutsu by relying on body training.

Of course, some fantasy novels also feature masters who specialize in body refinement.

Thinking about it this way, the practice of continuous worship is indeed somewhat terrifying.

"Sword Dance Lotus!" Lin Xiaomei launched the first attack, her delicate feet touching the ground as she somersaulted three times in mid-air, her sharp sword light aimed directly at her opponent.

Without even flinching, he raised his spear high and suddenly slashed at Lin Xiaomei's sword.

The moment the two weapons clashed, they produced a crisp sound, even sparks flying. The onlookers craned their necks, finally witnessing a spectacular battle.

Lin Xiaomei's sword was shorter than Lian Bai's spear, but it was more agile. Her lotus-like steps were unpredictable, and she arrived directly in front of her opponent. Just as she was about to make a move, she found that her opponent's spear was sweeping towards her with gusts of cold wind. If Lin Xiaomei hadn't somersaulted backward, she would have been hit.

"Completely without any strategy, yet he can rival the Sword Dance Lotus solely based on strength and speed." Lin Xiaomei calmly analyzed, forced to reassess the opponent's strength.

After several rounds, Lin Xiaomei was drenched in sweat, and even her tight-fitting clothes remained completely dry; she just kept sticking out her tongue.

Her breathing was much calmer than Lin Xiaomei's.

"Does this guy not have sweat glands?" Lin Ping also stuck out his tongue, not to cool down, but out of sheer helplessness.

After two more rounds, Lin Xiaomei still couldn't find a breakthrough. Her breathing gradually became erratic, and her movements became increasingly exaggerated.

"The person in this world who can defeat Bai'er probably hasn't been born yet!" the city lord of Shancheng said arrogantly, having absolute confidence in Lian Bai's strength.

Furthermore, if he wins this match, he can be reappointed as the Commandant and continue to occupy the fertile land of Yancheng.

"Is this little girl any good?" Jiang Xiuwen was so anxious that he kept slapping his thigh and muttering to himself.

"Little sister, use your ultimate move! Don't hold back!" Lin Ping shouted, abandoning the idea of ​​letting Lin Xiaomei stall for time. If things continued like this, she would likely lose the match.

After receiving Lin Ping's order, Lin Xiaomei finally breathed a sigh of relief, shook her wrists and ankles, and launched another attack.

"Die!" Lian Bai thought he had figured out Lin Xiaomei's tricks, and thrust his spear straight at her vital point, only to be surprised to find that she only left an afterimage in place.

"Seeing through the fog!" Lin Xiaomei unleashed her ultimate move, suddenly appearing behind Lian Bai, her longsword piercing straight through his shoulder.

This move symbolizes the White Lotus's identity and is known for its unpredictable changes in movement. It hit its mark successfully, and logically, Lian Bai should be in so much pain that he should be wincing and even losing his fighting ability.

The reality was quite the opposite. Instead of screaming in pain, Lian Bai revealed a chilling glint in his eyes and, disregarding the danger of his wounds being torn open, turned around and fired a shot.

Lin Xiaomei was caught off guard and withdrew her longsword. She rolled twice on the ground before escaping in a disheveled state, leaving only her hands supporting her knees as she gasped for breath.

"It really is congenital anhidrosis!" Lin Ping immediately judged Lian Bai's condition and realized that the situation was not good.

This is a congenital disease. Babies born without pain sensation and without sweating usually die before the age of three due to overheating. However, Lianbai has mastered the skill of sticking out his tongue, presumably inspired by a dog, and has survived to this day.

Because he couldn't feel any pain, he fought even harder and his stamina didn't seem to decline.

"Little sister, stab all his major acupoints and make him bleed to death!" Lin Ping continued to shout.

You don't even know the pain of bowing, do you?

But you'll always bleed, right? If you're covered in wounds, you're bound to fall to the ground.

If this weren't a competition, it would be fine; Lin Xiaomei could have easily pierced the opponent's heart. However, the competition rules forbid killing, so she had no choice but to follow Lin Ping's method.

Next, Lin Xiaomei went all out, her ghostly figure constantly shifting around Lian Bai, her longsword occasionally making two cuts on his hard muscles, not deep enough to draw blood.

Lian Bai stood there without fighting back, even looking like he was enjoying it. When the tight-fitting clothes were completely torn to shreds, Lin Ping and the others were startled.

This guy's entire body was covered in shocking scars, large scars surrounding smaller ones, all connected together. A sword strike would only leave a shallow white wound, without drawing blood. Even a penetrating wound would only leave a faint crimson stain before immediately scabbing over.

"Just how many clotting factors are in this guy's blood..." Lin Ping was dumbfounded, even somewhat frightened.

After blood flows out of a blood vessel, it will clot, which is called scab formation. However, the clotting process in normal people is very slow, sometimes taking up to an hour. When there is a large wound, it is necessary to use various methods of hemostasis, such as physical methods and drugs.

A very small number of people have a high level of clotting factors in their blood, causing their blood to clot immediately after leaving the blood vessels. Lin Ping had thought such people didn't exist at all, but he never expected to encounter one today.

In other words, Lin Xiaomei's attacks not only fail to cause pain or bleeding, but are more like tickling.