The City’s Strongest Son-in-law

"Li Yawei, that fool. If it weren’t for the fact that our master has passed away, I’d certainly let the master teach him a lesson. Being fellow disciples with Li Yawei truly puts me to shame." Wu Xiangming said disdainfully.

"Huh? Is the participant a woman? I usually disdain fighting women, but if she insists on participating, don’t blame me for being ruthless." Luo Jianlin said.

"Jianlin, if Donglin Martial Arts Hall really sends a woman to the ring, you don’t need to hold back; just take her out." Wu Xiangming said viciously.

Luo Jianlin nodded slightly, knowing that once on the ring, life or death is a matter of destiny, and if he accidentally kills someone, the blame can’t be placed on him.

"I will definitely make her regret participating in this competition." Luo Jianlin said with confidence.

"Indeed, I want Li Yawei to regret his decision and see Donglin Martial Arts Hall fall into an abyss."

On the night before the grand tournament, Wu Xiangming deliberately used his connections to find the president of the Martial Arts Association, proposing to have Luo Jianlin face Chen Qingqing in the preliminary round. Wu Xiangming thought of making Donglin Martial Arts Hall an irredeemable place by striking in the initial round.

"President, I only have this small request, so please give me some face. As for the price, just name it, I believe such a trivial matter won’t trouble you." Wu Xiangming said with a smile. Such matters were commonplace, with many underhanded maneuvers in previous competitions. It’s just a word from the president, and he could earn some money on the side, so Wu Xiangming thought the president would agree.

"If it were a previous competition, considering our friendship, I’d definitely agree. But this time is different from before, I can’t help you." the president declined tactfully.

Wu Xiangming, who had been full of confidence, didn’t expect the president to refuse, so his face changed immediately, and he asked, "Why was it previously possible but not this time? Is the money too little? Name your price, I, Wu Xiangming, can afford it."

"Oh, old Fang, if it were a matter of money, could I refuse? The key is that it’s not just about money now." the president said helplessly, paused, and continued, "Old Fang, I won’t hide it from you. A very influential person has directly ordered us not to engage in behind-the-scenes actions."

"Hmm?" Wu Xiangming looked confused and asked, "Is there anyone whose position is higher than yours as president?"

"Although this person is not from our field, his status in Beijing is much higher than mine. He has already spoken, who would dare make any sly moves?" The president said reluctantly. He was keen on taking this matter, but he didn’t dare risk being found out, as it would ruin his future, so he couldn’t let short-term gains ruin long-term prospects.

Wu Xiangming remained unwilling, so he asked, "Who is this person with such influence?"

"I would like to know who’s so influential, but I’m not sure either. I’m just following orders received, but many of Beijing’s influential figures are watching this Martial Arts tournament. In other words, whoever wins this competition might have their destiny altered." The president sighed.

When Wu Xiangming heard this, his mind was already wandering far off, realizing that many of Beijing’s big names are silently observing. If Luo Jianlin can win the championship, he’ll certainly earn their favor, and Lifeng Martial Arts Hall will subsequently flourish.

"Could it be someone from there?" Wu Xiangming pondered for a long time before voicing his thoughts, his heartbeat accelerating as he asked.

Being a martial artist like Wu Xiangming, he knows of Tuo Shi’s existence, and every martial artist’s lifelong dream is to enter Tuo Shi, becoming one of them—an unparalleled honor.

The president merely smiled slightly, not expressing explicitly, since the matter was significant, and he wasn’t bold enough to speak too clearly, leaving Wu Xiangming to interpret for himself.

Wu Xiangming also smiled slightly, understanding the president’s implication, and said, "This time, Lifeng Martial Arts Hall is likely victorious, and the championship will surely be ours."

"Luo Jianlin is considered a pinnacle figure in Beijing; he indeed possesses remarkable strength." The president also highly regarded Luo Jianlin.

After leaving the president, Wu Xiangming drove to Lifeng Martial Arts Hall, immediately dragging Luo Jianlin to the office without a word.

Wu Xiangming mysteriously locked the door, appearing very cautious.

Luo Jianlin, seeing Wu Xiangming’s demeanor, was puzzled and asked, "Did you call me over thinking there’s no one left to compete with me?"

"You should still remember the matter we discussed before, right?" Wu Xiangming didn’t answer Luo Jianlin directly but abruptly asked instead.

Hearing Wu Xiangming’s sudden question, Luo Jianlin’s expression turned serious, and he replied earnestly, "How could I forget such a significant matter!"

"Let me tell you now, this Martial Arts tournament seems to have caught the attention of Tuo Shi, and they might be recruiting talented individuals." Wu Xiangming revealed his thoughts to Luo Jianlin.

Upon hearing this news, Luo Jianlin was thrilled and immediately said, "I am sure to win this grand tournament. Who dares challenge me?"

"This is a serious matter, so make sure you are fully prepared." Wu Xiangming advised. Initially, he didn’t think much of the grand tournament, but now the circumstances have changed. With Tuo Shi involved, Wu Xiangming didn’t want any mishaps, so he reminded Luo Jianlin to perform well and not miss this great opportunity.

If Luo Jianlin gets noticed by Tuo Shi and enters, Lifeng Martial Arts Hall will also usher in a golden era.

"Haha." Luo Jianlin chuckled arrogantly, saying dismissively, "Master, aside from me, do you think anyone else could win the championship? In today’s Beijing Martial Arts World, I declare myself second, who dares claim first?"

Wu Xiangming nodded slightly. Over the years, no one had been Luo Jianlin’s match, so Luo Jianlin was evidently confident; it was just a formality. That’s why reminding Luo Jianlin seemed redundant.