The Ling State Prefecture Martial Arts Alliance Tournament was about to begin, and the Lin Family naturally had to participate.
However, the Lin Family had too few people. There were only five disciples from the younger generation. Compared to the dozens of disciples from the other martial arts schools or aristocratic families, the Lin Family was too weak.
Moreover, during the tournament, the number of disciples from each family had to be an even number. Otherwise, there would be an empty slot. In order to prevent this situation, they had set a rule that the number of disciples must be an even number.
The Lin Family was already small in number. Did they have to reduce one disciple?
Lin Wancheng was also a little worried. A servant suggested, "Master, why don't we let Young Master Lin Qing join as well? With him, there will be a total of six people."
Lin Wancheng frowned subconsciously and wanted to refuse. However, he thought that Lin Qing had been learning from that silly teacher for more than half a year and had not learned anything. It was fine to let him go to make up the numbers. Anyway, he could not cause any trouble.
With this thought, Lin Wancheng asked the servant to inform Lin Qing to participate in this tournament.
After Fang Qiaohua received the news, she could not hide the joy in her heart. She was just an ordinary woman and did not have so many schemes in her heart. In her opinion, it was undoubtedly an honor to let Lin Qing participate in the Ling State Prefecture Martial Arts Alliance Tournament.
"Qing, go and tell this news to your teacher. Let him give you more pointers before the battle." Fang Qiaohua instructed.
Lin Qing nodded blankly, then shook his head and said, "No, teacher is in seclusion now. I can't let others disturb him. But it's okay. Even if teacher is not here, I can still win."
Fang Qiaohua lovingly touched Lin Qing's head. She did not expect Lin Qing to get a good ranking in the tournament. As long as he did not embarrass the Lin Family, it was fine.
If he showed his face a little, the mother and son's life in the Lin Family would be better.
On the second day, the joint martial arts competition of the Ling State Prefecture officially began. Even though it was a competition held by a small prefecture, it was still a grand spectacle. There were about five to six thousand people attending the competition, and there were more than a hundred young disciples sent by various forces.
On the long street in the center of the Ling State Prefecture, the arena had already been built. The arena was filled with warriors from various forces.
There were only three people at the highest position. One of them was the Zhenwei Martial Arts Club's focus, the Primordial Warrior, Thunder Sword Nie Yuan.
The other two were the head of the Victorious Distance Escort Agency, Qiu Ming, and the head of the Li Family, Li Hesheng.
These three people were the only three Innate Realm martial artists in the Ling State Prefecture. Naturally, they were qualified to sit in the highest position.
Looking at the young martial artists from the major forces, Qiu Ming stroked his beard and said, "Brother Nie and Brother Li, the people from your two families are going to be in the limelight in this competition.
Brother Nie, your grandson is only thirteen years old, but he has already broken through to the primary stage of the Hou Tian realm. Brother Li, the one in your family is less than twelve years old, but he has already beheaded a fierce bandit.
Among the three major forces in Ling State Prefecture, his Victorious Escort Agency was the one that stood aloof from worldly affairs. This was because his escort agency only recruited adult escorts. He had no interest in participating in the fights between these young disciples. He was only here to watch the show and did not send anyone to participate at all.
Hearing Qiu Ming's compliments, Nie Yuan and Li Hesheng both smiled but did not say anything. However, they were already secretly competing against each other, preparing to see whose disciple would be stronger this year.
The young disciples brought by the various forces all drew lots according to random order. Lin Qing also followed the other disciples of the Lin Family and began to draw lots according to order.
The main force of the Lin Family this time was Lin Wancheng and Nie Hanmei's son, Lin Sheng.
At the age of thirteen, he had broken through to the primary stage of the Hou Tian realm. In addition, Nie Yuan did not have a son, so it could be said that he had really put in all his effort to train this grandson. This caused Lin Sheng to be said to be the most outstanding among the younger generation of the Lin Family.
The other disciples of the Lin Family were the distant relatives of Lin Wancheng and his brother. They were not valued much and their strength was also average. At this time, they all gathered in front of Lin Sheng and flattered him.
Although they were all young, they knew that in the future, Lin Sheng would definitely be the head of the Lin Family. It would definitely not be wrong to build a good relationship with him now.
At this time, one of the Lin Family disciples saw that Lin Qing was actually foolishly following behind them to draw lots. He could not help but sneer and say, "Lin Qing, you haven't even learned a complete set of the Lin Family's sword techniques and you dare to participate in this competition?"
Lin Qing said blankly, "I've learned it all."
The other disciples of the Lin Family immediately laughed loudly and mercilessly ridiculed him.
Right now, everyone in the Lin Family knew that Lin Wancheng was the head of the Lin Family. This pair of mother and son were a thorn in his side. Even these young disciples of the Lin Family knew what kind of attitude they should use to treat Lin Sheng and Lin Qing, this pair of brothers.
Lin Sheng waved his hand and said, "Alright, stop laughing. Let's start drawing lots."
He had a proud expression on his face and did not put Lin Qing in his eyes in the slightest.
If Lin Qing's father, Lin Wanze, was still alive, the position of the next head of the Lin Family would probably be Lin Qing's.
But now, this Lin Qing was basically crippled. He had the title of a legitimate son of the Lin Family for no reason, but it was useless.
This kind of person who posed no threat to him, Lin Sheng did not even bother to suppress him.
A group of young martial artists put their hands into the box and began to draw lots. A martial artist from Zhenwei Martial Arts School stood in the middle of the ring and said loudly, "Number 23, two martial artists will fight!"
The two martial artists who had drawn the 23rd lot at the same time immediately walked onto the ring and began to compete.
There was really nothing to see in the competition between these low-level martial artists. They were all below the age of 15. In a place like Lingzhou Prefecture, it was rare to see someone at this age who had broken through the early stage of the Houtian realm.
Watching these low-level martial artists practicing their moves methodically, the people in the stands were a little bored. On the contrary, the younger martial artists were watching with great interest and even cheered for their own people.
"Number 37, two martial artists will fight."
On the Lin Family's side, Lin Sheng and Lin Qing took a step forward at the same time. Everyone was stunned. These two people from the same clan actually drew the same number.
But thinking about it, it was normal. These forces sent at most more than ten martial artists to participate in the competition, and the Lin Family sent at least six people. There was still a high chance that they would draw their own people.
Lin Sheng said lightly, "Lin Qing, don't waste time. Just give up."
His words were not very arrogant. Instead, it was as if it was a matter of course.
This kind of situation had happened many times in the history of the previous competitions. When martial artists from the same force drew lots together, most of the time, one of them would voluntarily give up.
Since everyone was from the same school, there was no point in continuing to fight. Moreover, fighting on the ring was exhausting, which was disadvantageous to the next competition. So under normal circumstances, the weaker party would directly give up.
But Lin Qing was still thinking about his mother's advice. He wanted to win glory for her in the competition, so he directly shook his head and said, "No, I won't give up."
Lin Sheng and the other disciples of the Lin Family suddenly changed their expressions. They did not expect Lin Qing to be so ungrateful.
"Lin Qing! This concerns the reputation of the Lin Family. Don't mess around, go back! "Lin Sheng shouted in a low voice.
Lin Qing still shook his head and said, "No, I must participate in the competition."
The commotion they caused here was a little big. Lin Wancheng immediately walked over and said, "Lin Qing, what are you doing? You have to look at the big picture, don't you know?
You are a disciple of my Lin Family, and Lin Sheng is also a disciple of my Lin Family. It's the same no matter which of the two of you goes on the ring.
If you don't give up and insist on fighting with Lin Sheng, you will only waste his energy and let the other forces take advantage! "
Lin Wancheng said the last sentence with a stern voice and expression, wanting to intimidate Lin Qing.
But although Lin Qing's face revealed a fearful expression, he still stubbornly shook his head and refused.
Seeing him like this, Lin Wancheng was so angry that he wanted to make a move. He was simply lifting a rock and smashing his own feet.
If he had not decided to add Lin Qing into the list of participants in the competition, this kind of thing would not have happened.
Moreover, Lin Wancheng believed that Lin Qing absolutely did it on purpose.
This kid was clearly taking revenge on him, taking revenge on the Lin Family for being unfair to him and his mother all these years.
This kid looked simple and honest, but his schemes were very deep!
At this time, Li Hesheng who was sitting on the high platform said with a smile that was not a smile, "Brother Nie, what's the meaning of this? Shouldn't the competition be on the stage? Why do I feel that your fine son-in-law wants to make a move below the stage right now? "
Nie Yuan's expression was livid. He gave a cold snort and said, "Come back! Let them go up the stage and have a match! "
Lin Wancheng retracted his hand resentfully and let Lin Sheng and Lin Qing ascend the stage.
Nie Yuan glared at him fiercely. This son-in-law had always been this good-for-nothing appearance. Unable to accomplish anything, but good at spoiling things!
Back then, he originally wanted to marry his daughter to his big brother, Lin Wanze. That Lin Wanze who died early, regardless of whether it was strength or temperament, was considered high-grade. Furthermore, he had a steady personality.
But sadly, Lin Wanze's age was too old. He only had that one daughter and did not wish to wrong her. Moreover, that Lin Wanze married three wives in succession, and they all died violent deaths. This was very sinister. Hence, Nie Yuan married his daughter to Lin Wanze's younger brother, Lin Wancheng.
It was a pity that compared to his big brother, this fellow was too far off. He was simply a pile of mud that could not be helped up.
Lin Sheng ascended the stage and said in a gloomy tone, "Lin Qing, since you don't know what's good for you, then don't blame me for being ruthless!"
He originally did not want to lower himself to Lin Qing's level, but Lin Qing actually insisted on going up the stage to fight with him and exhaust his strength. Doing such a thing that harmed others without benefiting himself, then don't blame him for not considering the relationship between brothers.
Following the shout of the Zhenwei Martial Arts School's referee, Lin Sheng immediately charged up with the longsword in his hand. The sword's momentum was awe-inspiring like the wind, like a rainbow piercing through the sun, striking straight at Lin Qing's chest!
Everyone present immediately went into an uproar.
Although that Lin Sheng was only using the Lin family's entry-level sword technique, there were still a few killer moves within it.
Right now, Lin Sheng was using one of those killer moves. His killing intent was awe-inspiring, and he did not hold back at all.
To be so heavy-handed in a match between brothers of the same clan, wasn't this a little too much?
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