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

The pain of having bones crushed quickly spread throughout the body, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans dripped incessantly from the person's forehead.

"You brat, you're asking for death!" Enraged, the man brandished his longsword and charged madly at Lin Ping.

Lin Ping is considered a good-for-nothing by everyone, only able to win by using some sorcery. If we suffer a loss at his hands now, won't we be ridiculed by everyone?

If he doesn't get his revenge, even if he wins the title of martial arts champion, he won't have any face to show for it.

"Very well, you want to kill me? Come on then." A cold beam of light suddenly flashed in Lin Ping's eyes.

If the other party had only been making a small fuss, he could have ignored it, but now that the other party wanted to kill him, how could he not be furious?

As expected of a martial arts graduate, the opponent ran and swung his sword at an extremely fast speed, even exhibiting an S-shaped movement.

This set of movement techniques is the man's proudest skill, which has allowed him to defeat countless strong and skilled opponents.

His original opponent stared in disbelief, thankful that Lin Ping had taken the bullet for him; otherwise, he would have surely been defeated by this movement technique.

I just hope Lin Ping can hold on a little longer so he can find a way to deal with it.

"My agility has never disappointed my enemies, and this sword strike has never missed." The opponent smiled coldly, the blade pointing directly at Lin Ping's back.

His movements were extremely unpredictable, beyond the ability of ordinary people to handle. Coupled with Lin Ping's frantic efforts to heal Jiang Yunlie's injuries, he was powerless to resist.

"Brother-in-law, run! Don't worry about me!" Jiang Yunlie shouted desperately. If his tendons hadn't been severed, he would have definitely pushed Lin Ping away.

Even so, it still relied on the strength of its waist to wriggle towards Lin Ping.

Losing to Zhang Hongyuan was already his biggest regret, and he absolutely could not let it implicate Lin Ping as well.

Lin Ping's attention remained focused on Jiang Yunlie, as he continued stitching up his wounds.

When the other party got close, he suddenly turned on the X-ray, revealing a sharp dagger in his palm.

What seemed like an extremely strange movement technique to everyone else was child's play to Lin Ping, as slow and clumsy as a baby learning to walk.

"I'll sever your left wrist as an example!" Lin Ping suddenly threw out the dagger and stitched Jiang Yunlie up again.

The dagger flashed like lightning across the night sky, creating a piercing sound as it struck the surrounding air.

puff!

The dagger pierced the opponent's wrist with ease, and blood dripped continuously from the fingertips.

With a scream, the longsword fell to the ground. His pierced wrist was completely crippled, and he had no strength left to wield the sword.

"No, that's impossible. He couldn't possibly have seen through my movement technique." The man stared at Lin Ping unwillingly, unable to vent his anger.

With one wrist crushed and the other pierced, he had lost most of his fighting ability.

The audience below was horrified; they never expected that this seemingly inaccurate dagger would actually pierce the other person's wrist.

If this is not a coincidence, then it is a sign of foresight.

Lin Ping not only saw through the opponent's movements, but also predicted where he would appear next.

Everyone fell silent, unable to reconcile the Lin Ping of this moment with the useless man who commanded sorcery.

"What appears to be a simple strike actually contains a great deal of skill." The king nodded in satisfaction, even developing a glimmer of hope for Lin Ping.

Xia Yeran's tense nerves relaxed a lot. He knew that Lin Ping had many abilities, but he didn't know that Lin Ping was a martial arts master.

Therefore, it is not impossible for them to compete for the title of martial arts champion.

On the arena, another examinee stood in front of Lin Ping and shouted, "Your opponent is me!"

Hearing this, Lin Ping really wanted to curse.

"Why didn't you step forward earlier? Now that I've crippled this guy, do you think you're so tough?"

Lin Ping didn't say much and continued to treat Jiang Yunlie's injuries.

The man who had been crippled by Lin Ping was so angry that he wanted to kick the man to death.

He regretted making an enemy of Lin Ping, otherwise he wouldn't have ended up in such a predicament.

Out of anger, the man who had been crippled by Lin Ping still fought two more rounds with another person, but ultimately lost.

After the match ended, it was finally Lin Ping's turn to play.

The opponent was a chubby little man who walked up to Lin Pingsheng with a sour face and asked tremblingly:

"Can we not use sorcery?"

Don't let his somewhat simple-minded appearance fool you; he's actually quite cunning. He memorizes every battle and is genuinely terrified when he thinks about Lin Ping's sorcery.

Lin Ping glanced at the other person sideways and said coldly, "Let's see how you perform."

The chubby boy was overjoyed and, taking advantage of the situation, said, "Can we not use hidden weapons?"

Besides his sorcery, Lin Ping is also a master of hidden weapons, as evidenced by the dagger he just used.

"As long as you promise not to make a move within fifteen minutes, I can meet your request."

Lin Ping's biggest need is time. As long as he can successfully complete Jiang Yunlie's surgery, not only this little fat boy, but even Zhang Hongyuan will be no match for him.

Having received Lin Ping's permission, the chubby boy nodded vigorously, like a chick pecking at rice.

He could wait not just a quarter of an hour, but an hour or even a day.

Now it's time for the chubby boy to show off his acting skills.

He couldn't let others know about the deal between the two of them, lest he be ridiculed.

So he pretended to be nervous and stood there for a long time, then kept circling around Lin Ping.

Lin Ping ignored him and quickly stitched up Jiang Yunlie's wound.

In the blink of an eye, the time it takes to drink a cup of tea had passed, and most of Jiang Yunlie's wound had been stitched up.

"We've been turning the teacup for a while now, aren't you tired? Aren't you dizzy?"

"Sigh... How boring. Does the Vice Minister really intend to let them waste their time like this?"

“It’s not our time that’s being wasted, but the king’s time. If you don’t take action soon, you will be committing a grave offense of disrespect.”

The crowd below the stage was abuzz with discussion, their initial complaints turning into demands for accountability.

The Vice Minister of Rites was ashen-faced. If the emperor's time had truly been wasted, he too would be implicated.

"Are you going to continue fighting or not? If a winner is not determined within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Lin Ping will be declared the loser."

The Vice Minister of Rites said angrily, bypassing the Minister of Rites to make the decision.

This was clearly disadvantageous to Lin Ping. The reason why the Vice Minister of Rites dared to make such a decision was because he had received some kind of hint.

Moreover, Lin Ping was focused on treating Jiang Yunlie's injuries, which was considered a violation of the competition's rules. No one would object to his defeat.

Lin Ping remained silent, continuing to treat Jiang Yunlie's injuries with his head down, while the chubby boy was overjoyed.

If he weren't wary of Lin Ping's strength, why would he have hesitated to make a move? Now, if he can hold out for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, his chances of winning will greatly increase.

Moreover, Lin Ping still has no will to fight and may very well give up the match himself.

He hid in a corner of the arena, trying to stay as far away from Lin Ping as possible.

She had already decided that she would not confront Lin Ping head-on, and that hiding and dodging would allow her to wait for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

"Brother-in-law, hurry up and do it, or you'll never have another chance," Jiang Yunlie said anxiously, wishing he could help Lin Ping.

Sweat dripped continuously from Lin Ping's forehead; he was just as nervous.

It's hard to say whether Jiang Yunlie can complete the surgery in the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, let alone defeat a martial arts champion.

He ignored Jiang Yunlie, not daring to waste a single second.

"Faster, even faster!" Lin Ping was sweating profusely, and his hands moved faster and faster.

This opportunity is invaluable to him, and it could even be considered a chance to turn his life around. He must win the title of Martial Arts Champion.

But if the surgery is stopped now, we'll have to wait for Lu Jie to take the stage.

If Lin Ping performs surgery on Jiang Yunlie while fighting him, he has no chance of winning.

Moreover, he has already expended a lot of energy, so he should try to avoid experts at this time.

"This kid must know he's no match for me, so he's deliberately admitting defeat in this way to avoid getting hurt."

"But knowing he was no match for them, I think his legs were so weak with fear that he couldn't stand up at all."

Although the competition was boring, the audience still burst into laughter, already regarding Lin Ping as a coward.

"With your meager skills, you think you can avenge Jiang Yunlie? It's just a pity I can't kill you with my own hands."

Zhang Hongyuan said dismissively.

He originally intended to use the excuse of fighting Lin Ping to kill him directly, but now that Lin Ping couldn't even get past this hurdle, he had no right to fight him.

"Alas... it seems I was overthinking things and shouldn't have had any expectations of him."

The king shook his head helplessly, feeling a mix of emotions.

Lin Ping's actions not only proved his lack of strength, but also his womanly compassion, as he was willing to waste such an opportunity to help Jiang Yunlie heal his injuries.

Even Xia Yeran was worried for Lin Ping. He knew that Lin Ping was loyal and righteous, so he didn't dare to say anything, lest the kid turn against him.

"Look, that incense stick has burned out!" Everyone's eyes were focused on the incense stick that was about to burn out.

Lin Ping, meanwhile, was still focused on stitching up Jiang Yunlie's wound.

To be honest, even if he were to act now, it would be too late. He wouldn't be able to reach his opponent, let alone defeat him.

hum!

As the gong sounded, the Vice Minister of Rites shouted:

"time up!"

"Haha, I won! I actually won!" The chubby boy raised his arms and cheered loudly, jumping up and down with joy.

"Is he an idiot?"

The crowd stared at the man with astonishment, casting looks of pity and confusion over him.

If he hadn't jumped those times, he would have indeed won, but he jumped off the stage before the Vice Minister of Rites announced the result, without even realizing it.

"Huh? What's with those looks? Are you envious?" the chubby boy asked, puzzled.

Although winning this match would allow them to enter the top eight, they wouldn't be the champion yet, so there's no need for everyone to be so envious.

"Lin Ping has won!" the Vice Minister of Rites announced somewhat reluctantly.

"Your Excellency, are you mistaken? I am the winner. My name is not Lin Ping." Upon hearing the announcement from the Vice Minister of Rites, the chubby boy became even more confused.

"Look at your own feet," the Vice Minister of Rites replied coldly, so that he would die knowing why.

"Underfoot? Is there a problem? Do you think I'd be stupid enough to jump off the stage?" the chubby boy said dismissively.

Even if he were an idiot, he would know that jumping off the ring would mean surrendering, and he would never do such a stupid thing in this moment of victory.

In the end, he lowered his head, and when he saw that his feet were outside the ring, his face turned green.