After descending the mountain, my aloof fiancée became completely devoted to me.

A seemingly slender figure suddenly rose into the air from below the stage.

Without a sharp whooshing sound or exaggerated movements, Lin Ping lightly stepped on the ground, his figure floating lightly as he leaped, landing steadily in the center of the arena like a falling leaf, just in time for the countdown.

The entire audience erupted in uproar!

All eyes were immediately focused on Lin Ping on the stage.

He was dressed in ordinary casual clothes, with a slender and upright figure and a handsome face, but he had no sharp aura. He did not exude any martial arts spirit. He looked like an ordinary young man who would be inconspicuous in a crowd and had no demeanor of a peerless master.

After a brief silence, the entire room erupted in laughter, filled with disdain and mockery.

"This is Lin Ping, the one who dared to challenge the King of Zhenshan to a life-or-death battle? He looks so ordinary, like he couldn't even kill a chicken!"

"So young, yet so arrogant. With that appearance, he probably wouldn't even last a single move against the Mountain-Suppressing King!"

"Bet all your bets on Zhenshan Wangsheng! This kid is definitely going to lose; he's just coming here to die!"

Doubt, ridicule, and disdain filled the entire Black Rock Valley. No one had any confidence in Lin Ping and everyone believed that he was doomed to lose.

The King of Zhenshan slowly opened his eyes, glanced at Lin Ping from head to toe, his eyes full of contempt. He didn't even bother to get up, remaining seated in his chair, fiddling with walnuts, his tone indifferent yet arrogant.

"I thought you were some kind of unparalleled master, but it turns out you're just a greenhorn who dared to challenge me to a life-or-death battle and insult my martial arts reputation. You've got some nerve."

Lin Ping stood lazily on the stage with his hands in his pockets, his expression indifferent and without any anger. Instead, he turned to look at the noisy crowd below the stage, his voice clear and cold, slowly spreading out.

"Everyone in the room bet on him to win; not a single person believes I can win?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the audience fell into a deathly silence, followed by even louder laughter. No one responded to him at all.

Just as everyone was mocking her, in a corner of the audience, a slender young woman dressed in light blue men's clothing with her long hair tied up raised her hand and responded loudly. Her voice was clear and bright, with a hint of gentleness that was barely perceptible. She was clearly a woman dressed as a man.

"I believe in you! I believe you can win!"

Lin Ping's gaze fell upon her, and he immediately saw through the woman's identity. He raised an eyebrow and spoke directly, his tone both confident and casual.

"Since you trust me, bet all your chips on me. If I win, I'll give you 30% of the profits. From now on, follow me, and I'll guarantee you a lifetime of security."

The girl disguised as a boy was shocked, her eyes widened, and she instantly realized that the seemingly ordinary young man in front of her was Lin Ping, who was famous throughout Jiangcheng!

Her cheeks flushed slightly, her heart pounded, and without the slightest hesitation, she nodded firmly, her eyes filled with determination: "I believe you! I'm betting everything on you!"

This scene drew even more scorn from the audience, who felt that both of them were overestimating themselves.

Lin Ping withdrew his gaze and looked at the Mountain-Suppressing King, who had finally stood up. His aura was still loose, and he did not adopt any fighting stance.

"Make your move. I'll give you three moves, so people won't say I'm bullying the weak or taking advantage of your age."

A single, casual remark completely enraged the Mountain Guardian King!

"Arrogant brat, how dare you be so disrespectful! Today I will cripple you and teach you the rules of the Jiangcheng martial arts world!"

With a roar, the King of Zhenshan unleashed his martial arts true energy, which was equivalent to that of a half-step Grandmaster, and his fists and feet were accompanied by a sharp gust of wind as he took the lead in attacking!

His footsteps shattered the bluestone ground, his figure swift as a tiger, his fists striking out simultaneously, the wind of his punches fierce and domineering, the force immense, aimed straight at Lin Ping's chest, his moves ruthless, each strike deadly, fully displaying his half-life of martial arts cultivation.

Lin Ping's expression was calm, his body swayed slightly, and he dodged casually with his steps. He only defended and did not attack, and did not use any of his strength at all.

The King of Zhenshan's fists, palms, and legs were all fierce, yet they couldn't even touch the hem of Lin Ping's clothes.

In Lin Ping's eyes, the fast, accurate, and ruthless martial arts attacks were full of flaws and clumsy.

The crowd below the stage stared intently at the arena. They saw that the King of Zhenshan was launching a fierce attack with an intimidating aura. Lin Ping was constantly dodging and retreating, seemingly losing ground and completely at a disadvantage.

"Lin Ping is going to lose! He can't withstand the Zhenshan King's offensive at all!"

"I told you, he's no match for the Mountain Guardian King, he won't last long!"

"He's about to be severely injured by the Mountain-Suppressing King's punch; he's doomed to lose!"

Shen Aoxue stood below the stage, her hands clenched tightly, her face full of worry, but she also firmly believed that Lin Ping was not as weak as he appeared.

After dozens of rounds, the King of Zhenshan's attacks became increasingly fierce, but he still couldn't hurt Lin Ping in the slightest. His anger grew even stronger, and he was also secretly alarmed.

He could sense that Lin Ping's movements were unfathomable; though he appeared to be defeated, he was actually in complete control.

Seeing that he could not break through after a long siege, Lin Ping remained calm and composed. The King of Zhenshan lost face and completely lost face in front of everyone. A murderous thought suddenly arose in his heart, and he secretly harbored a vicious idea.

He feigned a chaotic punch, deliberately revealing an opening, while secretly reaching into his sleeve with his right hand to hide a poisoned needle, intending to take advantage of Lin Ping's unpreparedness and kill him with a single blow!

Such insidious methods cannot be exposed to the light of day. If they succeed, Lin Ping will surely die on the spot, and he will be able to secure his position as the number one martial artist in Jiangcheng.

A cold glint flashed in Lin Ping's eyes. He had already seen through all of Lin Ping's little tricks, but he remained calm and deliberately slowed down his dodging speed, pretending to fall into the trap.

A glint of wild joy flashed in the eyes of the Mountain Guardian King. Seizing the opportunity, his right hand, concealing a poisoned needle, shot out suddenly toward Lin Ping's heart. The poisoned needle pierced the air with extreme speed and was so well concealed that no one in the entire arena noticed it!

"You brat, die!"

Just as the poisoned needle was about to touch Lin Ping's clothes, Lin Ping suddenly shifted to the side, easily avoiding this deadly ambush!

The King of Zhenshan had gathered too much power, and with Lin Ping deliberately using the force to turn to the side, he instantly lost his balance, leaned forward, and his wrist trembled violently.

puff!

The poisoned needle, coated with deadly venom, shot out in the opposite direction and pierced his own shoulder!

The deadly poison instantly spread throughout his body via his blood vessels. The King of Zhenshan's expression changed drastically. His blood and qi reversed course, and his martial arts true qi became completely disordered. His legs went weak, and he staggered back several steps, clutching his shoulder. His face was ashen, his pupils shrank, and his expression was full of disbelief.

"Impossible! This is impossible!"

He plotted against others, but in the end, he poisoned himself!

The audience was stunned. The entire hall fell silent, and everyone stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

The Mountain King, who had just been in the lead, was suddenly seriously injured and in a sorry state!

Lin Ping stopped dodging, his lazy aura dissipated, his eyes suddenly turned sharp, and the pressure of an emperor slowly erupted from his body.

"A mere half-step Grandmaster dares to resort to underhanded tricks in front of me. His despicable methods are utterly disgraceful."

"Even when you went all out, you couldn't hurt me in the slightest. You dared to ambush me; you're just asking for death."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Ping stopped holding back and his aura surged as he unleashed seventy percent of his power.

The chilling pressure of the ancient emperor instantly swept across the entire Black Rock Valley, making everyone present gasp for breath. The people who had been mocking him all turned pale, trembled, and felt an extreme fear welling up in their hearts.

At this moment, Lin Ping stood tall and exuded an aura that seemed to reach the heavens, a stark contrast to his casual and ordinary demeanor just moments before!

With a single step, the bluestone on the ground cracked open. His figure moved in an instant, without any fancy moves. Every punch contained the spiritual power of an emperor, with immense force, directly striking the weaknesses of the Mountain-Suppressing King.

The force of the punch pierced the air, its oppressive power shaking the heavens!

The King of Zhenshan was poisoned and his martial arts cultivation was almost completely destroyed. He was powerless to resist and could only desperately parry.

Lin Ping's fists were steady and his attacks were fierce but not rash. His blocking, counterattacks, and pressure were fluid and precise, and every move was used to suppress the Mountain King.

With arm blocks, sidesteps, deep punches, and sweeping kicks, the movements were crisp and clean, with power increasing layer by layer, completely suppressing the Mountain King in the center of the arena, leaving him with no chance to fight back.

The Mountain Guardian King desperately channeled his remaining martial arts energy, but it was completely suppressed by Lin Ping's oppressive aura. His bones cracked and popped, blood kept spilling from the corners of his mouth, and his body was covered in wounds. His former domineering aura had vanished, leaving only a disheveled state and fear.

He finally realized that he was no match for Lin Ping at all. The young man in front of him was already stronger than a Grandmaster and his strength was unfathomable!

Lin Ping slowly stepped forward, his eyes cold, looking down at the Zhenshan King who was lying on the ground, suffering from the effects of the poison. His voice was clear and cold, resounding throughout the entire area.

"Jiangcheng martial arts are nothing but ants in my eyes."

"A duel to the death should be a fair and square fight, but you chose to resort to underhanded tactics and harm others. You brought this upon yourself, and this is your fate."

The entire room fell silent; no one dared to utter a sound. Those who had previously mocked Lin Ping were all pale-faced, filled with shame, and utterly humiliated.

The girl dressed as a boy in the audience stared intently at Lin Ping on stage, her eyes sparkling. She secretly fell in love with him, and the feelings of love in the imperial harem had already taken root.

Unbeknownst to anyone, in the shadows of the valley, the extraterrestrial warriors dispatched by the Feng family, with sinister eyes, slowly tightened their grips on their weapons, preparing to seize the opportunity to attack and kill Lin Ping!