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

"You? You dare to compete with me? Believe me or not, I'll slap you to death?" A hint of murderous intent flashed in Aoli's cold eyes.

"Smash him to death, so he'll learn his lesson."

"If you kill it, how will it learn its lesson? Maybe you should cripple it instead."

Another wave of mockery ensued.

Aoli Gei was a master swordsman who defeated Da Hei with a single sword strike, while Lin Ping was just a beggar. The difference between the two was like heaven and earth.

"Of course I don't believe it!" Lin Ping said with a smile, shaking his head as he stepped onto the arena.

"Stop! If you take another step forward, I'll really make my move." Seeing Lin Ping keep moving forward, Aoli Ge's face showed some panic.

Regardless of Lin Ping's strength, Aoli Gei knew his own rudimentary skills well. If it weren't for Da Hei's cooperation, how could he have deceived everyone?

"You can move whatever you want, but moving your mouth won't do any good. I don't have any parts on my body for you to chew on." Lin Ping walked onto the stage with a lewd joke.

"Cripple him, and see if he dares to be so arrogant again."

"It would be best to tear this kid's mouth apart, so he won't have bad breath."

The crowd, filled with righteous indignation, said they wished they could drown Lin Ping with their spit.

They don't need to worry, anyway, the Jade-Faced Young Master will teach Lin Ping a lesson.

This outcry once again put Aoli Gei in the spotlight, leaving him with no choice but to fight Lin Ping to the death.

"You brat, I'm going to kill you!"

Ollie charged forward like a madman, but almost fell over because he lost his balance.

It's like stepping on a banana peel; you slip and slide wherever you go.

"Look, Young Master Ao has used an amazing movement technique."

"That's right. I heard it's called Lingbo Weibu. It seems chaotic, but it's actually based on some kind of principle."

"Study hard, it will greatly benefit our martial arts."

The onlookers watched Aoli Gei's movements intently, some even taking out paper and pens to record his route.

"He kicked! It was a really tricky angle. This kid's head is definitely going to get smashed."

With an unstable lower body and a bent upper body, any kick will only result in a fall, which explains why everyone admires Aoli Gei so much.

Unexpected and unconventional—that's the attitude of a true master.

They even closed their eyes, unwilling to witness the bloody scene of Lin Ping's head being kicked open.

Just as everyone closed their eyes, Ollie, as expected, fell to the ground with a "thud".

"Ouch, that hurts so much!"

The man lying on the ground, named Aolige, kept screaming in pain.

That fall was quite severe, and there was a hint of a fracture in his lower back, so it's no wonder he cried out in pain without regard for his image.

"Defeated? Young Master Ao has been defeated?"

Everyone was taken aback, having no idea what had just happened.

"You despicable scoundrel, how dare you use hidden weapons!" Ollie shouted as he berated him.

"I haven't even made a move yet, where would I get these hidden weapons from?" Lin Ping was speechless.

"No wonder Young Master Ao was defeated by him; it turns out he was attacked from behind."

"Using hidden weapons to injure people is despicable. People like that don't deserve to win the competition."

"Quickly kneel down and apologize to Young Master Ao, begging for his forgiveness."

The crowd angrily accused them.

"Kneel down and apologize to him? Are you out of your minds, or am I out of my mind?"

Lin Pingcai wouldn't pay any attention to these ignorant commoners; they would rather believe the lies of "Oli Gei" than believe what they saw with their own eyes.

"Men, surround them!" the constable shouted upon seeing this.

Dozens of soldiers quickly surrounded the entire arena, all pointing their blades at Lin Ping.

"This young master's underhanded tactics are not the behavior of a true man," the constable said coldly, clearly making a threat.

If he's sensible enough to leave, the matter can be put to rest. But if he argues back, he'll probably face a lawsuit.

"If you want to condemn someone, you can always find a pretext," Lin Ping replied coldly.

"So, you're not admitting it?" the constable said sarcastically.

"Search for me!"

Seeing the sly look in Ollie's eyes, Lin Ping remembered that he had a leather bag hanging from his waist, which contained the silver needles he used for medical treatment.

No wonder Aoli pretended to be hit by a hidden weapon; they had already discovered the leather bag on his body.

That's not all; if a flintlock pistol were found on him, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Very well, he really is a villain." Lin Ping glanced at the head constable and the Left Vice Minister of the Ministry of Rites, and finally understood why Aoli Gei was so fearless.

So, Dahei was just a tool, purely to pave the way for Aoli Gei. After he beat everyone so badly that no one dared to go on stage, Aoli Gei could then show off his power and easily get the spot.

Such methods are truly admirable.

The reason why the Left Vice Minister of the Ministry of Rites turned a blind eye must be because he was bribed. No wonder Xia Yeran said she would help him get a spot. I didn't expect it to be so easy to do.

Once he gets a spot, even if he doesn't become the top martial arts scholar, he'll still have the title of martial arts graduate, which will be very beneficial to a young master like him.

Lin Ping took the initiative to untie the leather bag, took out three silver needles, and mercilessly threw them at Aoli Gei's face. The guy's face immediately contorted, and he howled in pain.

"If silver needles are considered hidden weapons, then I have nothing to say."

"So you admit that you injured someone with a hidden weapon? Men, seize him!" the captain ordered.

"Arrest someone? I think you've made a mistake, Chief. What right do you have to arrest me?"

"Just because you used hidden weapons to injure people."

"Is there such a clause in the laws of Wu? That injuring someone with a hidden weapon during a martial arts contest is a crime? I don't know if I'm just ignorant, or if you, sir, have arbitrarily changed the law!"

If injuring someone with a hidden weapon in the street is indeed a crime, but in a martial arts competition, swords have no eyes, and both sides have signed a life-or-death agreement, so even if it is murder, it is not illegal, let alone injuring someone with a hidden weapon.

These words startled the constable, who could not bear the charge of altering the law without authorization.

“Naturally, it’s not mentioned in the law,” the constable argued.

"So you're breaking the law knowingly?" Lin Ping accused the constable of a crime again.

The head constable was so angry that he gritted his teeth, wishing he could tear Lin Ping to pieces, but he dared not do so in front of everyone.

"Get out of here!" The Left Vice Minister of the Ministry of Rites, who had been sipping tea, finally lost his temper.

"What a quick-witted young man. The Ministry of Rites can't arrest you for this, but don't get too cocky. The competition isn't over yet," the Vice Minister of Rites said coldly.

Lin Ping glanced at him and Aoli Gei and thought they looked somewhat alike. He finally understood the seriousness of the matter. They were related by blood. No wonder the dignified Vice Minister of the Ministry of Rites would speak up for him.

"I'll have a look at this young master," said the big black man who had just stepped down from the stage in a cold voice.

Olige's sword strike only caused superficial wounds; he still maintained his original strength.

"You've already lost, you're not qualified to continue on stage." Lin Ping didn't want to accept the challenge.

"Whether I'm qualified or not is up to me, Big Black, make the move!" the Vice Minister of Rites ordered.

Aoli wisely withdrew, knowing that Dahei was going to cripple Lin Ping. He would then return to the stage and defeat Dahei, thus securing his spot.

There is indeed no rule in the tournament that the loser cannot return to the ring, but logically speaking, the loser would not dare to continue to the ring.

The Vice Minister of Rites did not break the rules; he merely took advantage of them.

"You brat, prepare to die!" Big Black swung his fist, sending a gust of wind through the air, heading straight for Lin Ping's face.

Under the influence of wind pressure, Lin Ping's body was sucked in, and he had no way to escape, so he could only endure it.

He held his arms in front of his face, letting the big black fist pound on him.

Lin Ping secretly groaned. He knew his arms were useless, so he should have just pulled out a crossbow or a flintlock pistol and ripped a hole in him. Anyway, his reputation for using hidden weapons had already spread, so he didn't care about using them one more time.

Bang!

The moment his fists and arms finished, a powerful force rippled around Lin Ping's body, like waves on water, continuously trying to penetrate into him.

This is internal energy; once it enters the body, not only will these arms break, but even the internal organs will be affected.

Just as the layers of air waves were about to rush into Lin Ping's body, a powerful energy surged out, easily dispersing the opponent's internal force and sending Da Hei flying back five or six meters before it landed on its hands and feet.

"Not injured?" Lin Ping shook his arms and found that not only were there no fractures, but he also felt no pain at all.

"Is this the energy that Miss Jiang left in my body?" Lin Ping was overjoyed.

He didn't know any combat techniques; he was just fighting with pure energy. Otherwise, Big Black would already be lying on the ground.

"I was careless just now, but I won't be so lucky this time." Big Black swung his fist again and charged fiercely at Lin Ping.

Lin Ping was not yet able to control the power within his body, and his body was frozen in place, unable to respond at all.

Just when he was at his wit's end, Dahei suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood mist, and its massive body crashed to the ground, clearly having been injured in the heart by the attack.

He only possessed brute strength; how could he compare to Jiang Hongling's pure energy? Even if Lin Ping were given only a fraction of it, it would be enough to deal with an ordinary person like Da Hei.

"You... won?" Lin Ping asked incredulously.

Before this, martial arts masters were just a title to him. Only after acquiring this power did he realize the gap between himself and a true master.

A true master can take someone's life with a mere gesture.

He needs to think things through before challenging a master next time.

After losing the protection of Jiang Yunying and Jiang Hongling, his safety was truly not guaranteed.

The hidden experts of the Lotus Palace could kill him in an instant.

The appearance of Feng Wuhua last night is the best example. Fortunately, Jiang Hongling is stronger and not only defeated Feng Wuhua, but also left a deep impression on her.

It seems unlikely that Lotus Palace will dare to harm Lin Ping in the near future.

"Anyone else want to come up and challenge?" Lin Ping imitated Da Hei, revealing an arrogant air.

There's nothing he can do about it; it's a matter of strength, and he can't afford not to be arrogant.

"They really won't shed a tear until they see the coffin." The Minister of Rites said with a strange smile:

"Come on, everyone, take turns playing with him and see how good he is!"

After he finished speaking, hundreds of soldiers formed a long line and challenged Lin Ping one after another.

"Despicable!" Lin Ping gritted his teeth.

No matter how strong he is, he cannot defeat everyone, let alone achieve final victory.