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

Lin Ping, who was already engaged in the fight, was oblivious to Jiang Yunying's words. Faced with Jiang Lanfeng's powerful attack, Lin Ping had to concentrate on dealing with it.

Jiang Yunying understood Jiang Lanfeng's personality and naturally wouldn't let Lin Ping admit defeat so easily. So, following Lin Ping's instructions, she blew the incense sticks forcefully.

"Hahaha, you old witch, my husband and I are of one mind and our strength can break gold. Let's see how you win." Lin Ping thought to himself with glee.

To be honest, even if Jiang Yunying didn't blow the incense, Lin Ping was confident he could last for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

This proves that his position in Jiang Yunying's heart is more important than Jiang Lanfeng's, and may have even reached the unprecedented first place.

Thinking of this, Lin Ping felt a surge of joy, almost getting pierced through the neck by Jiang Lanfeng's sword.

"Facing an opponent stronger than yourself, how dare you be distracted?" Jiang Lanfeng said coldly, his sharp sword clearly having already torn Lin Ping's clothes and even wounded his flesh.

"This old witch is serious," Lin Ping cursed inwardly.

No matter what, Lin Ping was Jiang Yunying's lawfully wedded husband and a member of the City Lord's Mansion. This was just a competition, and Jiang Lanfeng had no reason to go all out. Therefore, Lin Ping was very angry.

"So what if I'm distracted? I can still deal with you!" Lin Ping said arrogantly, actually encouraging himself.

After the previous exchange, Lin Ping realized how terrifying Jiang Lanfeng was, and he no longer planned to resist; he would simply run away.

Anyway, he has superb lightness skills and the predictive ability of his right eye.

Seeing that the incense had burned down to a third of its length, Jiang Lanfeng stopped more than ten meters away from Lin Ping, seemingly not planning to attack immediately.

"Could it be that they're afraid of my lightness skill and have given up? But I haven't figured out the conditions for winning the match yet." Lin Ping's mind raced, thinking of all sorts of sharp and harsh conditions.

Now he is a great general, second only to the emperor, and there is almost nothing he cannot accomplish. Naturally, he would not ask Jiang Lanfeng to do something for him, but rather he wanted to vent his anger.

Just as Lin Ping was lost in thought, his rapidly working brain suddenly snapped back to reality as if it had been electrocuted.

At this moment, Jiang Lanfeng's skirt fluttered, and she exuded a faint red aura.

"A tangible killing intent?" Lin Ping was horrified.

If it were just a contest, Lin Ping was confident he could last for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. But if a fifth-dan master were to use all his strength to kill him, Lin Ping couldn't guarantee he would survive.

"That's Aunt's fighting spirit!" Jiang Yunying shouted, having witnessed Jiang Lanfeng's terrifying power.

"Not killing intent?" Lin Ping secretly breathed a sigh of relief. "If it's fighting spirit, it will definitely gradually weaken. As long as I keep dodging, I can definitely dissipate her fighting spirit."

Lin Ping thought to himself, after all, the art of war says: "Strike while the iron is hot, but the second will be weak and the third will be exhausted." In other words, as long as he could successfully dodge Jiang Lanfeng's first two attacks, Lin Ping would win the competition.

Anticipating movements, activate!

Lin Ping's right pupil kept changing, already revealing the latest technology.

With his ability to anticipate movements and his impressive agility, Lin Ping was confident of victory.

Sure enough, not long after Lin Ping's right eye regained its function, Jiang Lanfeng rushed over on a whirlwind, his sharp sword strikes aimed straight at his chest.

"Such speed," Lin Ping thought to himself. "I'm afraid your real target for that sword strike was my shoulder; the chest thrust was just a feint!"

Based on his assessment of Jiang Lanfeng's predictive abilities and understanding of the game, Lin Ping concluded that Jiang Lanfeng would not stab him in the chest.

"Chaos ensued!"

Lin Ping unleashed his full lightness skill, leaping more than ten meters into the air in an instant.

Despite missing his first attack, Jiang Lanfeng was not discouraged; on the contrary, his fighting spirit was even stronger than before.

"How foolish! You can't move at all while flying in the sky!" Jiang Lanfeng soared into the air, his long sword aimed straight at Lin Ping's foot.

“You can’t move much in the air, but if we can anticipate your movements, we still have a chance to dodge.” Lin Ping pulled out his pistol and pulled the trigger repeatedly at the other side.

Bang bang bang!

The bullet left the barrel, creating a powerful recoil that successfully pushed Lin Ping's body back a foot.

This distance was enough for Lin Ping to avoid Jiang Lanfeng's attack, and he successfully landed on the ground.

"You were able to predict my movements?" Jiang Lanfeng looked at Lin Ping with some surprise.

"I admit you're very strong, but you can't defeat me in the time it takes for an incense stick to burn," Lin Ping said smugly. "Just a reminder, there's only one-fifth of the time left, so you have one last chance to attack."

Lin Ping firmly believed that after the two rounds of fighting, Jiang Lanfeng's fighting spirit was constantly weakening, and his next attack would definitely be even weaker.

But that was not the case. Just when he thought he was about to win, he suddenly felt suffocated. The air around him seemed to freeze. Jiang Lanfeng's aura was incredibly powerful, and a blood-red aura overflowed from his eyes.

"How is this possible? Her fighting spirit is even stronger." Lin Ping felt a little panicked.

Without a doubt, Jiang Lanfeng will become even stronger, while Lin Ping's strength will be greatly reduced due to psychological pressure.

"Anyway, there's only one last blow left. I refuse to believe I can't dodge it!" Lin Ping steadied himself and stared intently at Jiang Lanfeng's body with his right eye.

"Disappeared?"

Lin Ping tensed up, never expecting that Jiang Lanfeng could disappear right under his nose. That was an X-ray with predictive abilities.

"you lose!"

A cold voice came from behind Lin Ping, and Jiang Lanfeng's longsword was already pressed against his back.

If she had stabbed Lin Ping even an inch more, she could have killed him.

Bang!

Lin Ping's longsword fell to the ground, and he looked at Jiang Lanfeng in disbelief.

"That's not fair! Your strength has already surpassed the mid-stage of the fifth level," Lin Ping said shamelessly.

Is it the other party's fault that they are stronger? Would saying that to the enemy be of any use?

“Auntie is indeed at the mid-stage of the fifth level,” Jiang Yunying explained.

"Moreover, I only used 30% of my power, which is equivalent to the late stage of the fourth level. In other words, I am one level lower than your peak fourth level," Jiang Lanfeng continued.

Lin Ping had every reason to suspect that the two were toying with him. How could someone with the strength of a late-stage fourth level defeat him, who possessed X-ray vision, in the time it takes for an incense stick to burn? That was illogical.

"I don't believe it!" Lin Ping put his hands in his pockets, completely unable to accept the fact of defeat. That's not how it's written in novels. Whenever the protagonist makes a bet, he never loses. Otherwise, how would he obtain all kinds of treasures?

"Because your heart has already lost. Even if I only use 30% of my strength, you will think I am a fifth-dan master and have no courage to fight. You only think about running away as much as possible. Little do you know that my fighting spirit will increase as the enemy weakens."

“My final blow was simple enough, Yunying saw it clearly. The reason you didn’t see it was because you were only thinking about failure.”

Jiang Lanfeng explained calmly.