Lu Ping had not expected Meng Xinian to actually make it to the third round.
Zhao Xin and the others, however, were ecstatic.
Yang Zhiqi almost couldn’t resist the urge to call Old Meng.
But then he thought that the outcome of the third round was still unknown, so he decided to hold back.
Zhao Xin, similarly restraining himself, had been admonished by Chiang Xiao to call her immediately with any news.
He also felt it would be best to wait until after the third round.
During the break, Gao Wei approached Lu Ping, handed him a bottle of water, and whispered something to him before walking away.
A chill ran down Lu Ping’s spine.
However, the glory of the Elite Supervisor Guard King was something he was determined to obtain.
Now that he had seen Meng Xinian’s strength, he felt that if he didn’t viciously target his right leg’s weakness, he might not be able to defeat Meng Xinian.
After all, it was Meng Xinian himself who insisted on entering the competition with an injured leg, wasn’t it?
Lu Ping’s eyes gradually firmed up.
The third round of the Elite Supervisor Guard King championship contest began.
Meng Xinian was there to challenge the previous Elite Supervisor Guard participant.
The two of them stood face to face.
They were of similar height; Lu Ping seemed a bit more robust and muscular than the proportionately built Meng Xinian, especially his upper body muscles, which bulged with evident strength.
At the whistle, Lu Ping was the first to lunge at Meng Xinian.
Had it been anyone else, he, as the last Elite Supervisor Guard, might have maintained a calmer stance and waited for the other to move. But facing Meng Xinian now, all that remained was his strong will to win.
He dashed towards Meng Xinian in a flash and kicked towards Meng Xinian’s right shin.
Below the stage, Yang Zhiqi, Meng Chaojun, Zhao Xin, Du Jinruo, and others all gasped, nearly jumping to their feet uncontrollably.
Lu Ping’s move was sharp and fast.
If his kick connected, Meng Xinian’s wound would undoubtedly burst open again.
In their eyes, the injured Meng Xinian would be too slow to dodge.
Du Jinruo shrieked and covered her eyes, unwilling to see the scene of Meng Xinian’s leg injury bleeding. However, that scene did not happen.
Just as Lu Ping’s kick came, Meng Xinian moved like a graceful and steady leopard, swiftly sidestepping and perfectly avoiding the kick.
As he changed direction on his feet, his elbow bent and he forcefully struck down on Lu Ping’s thigh.
Lu Ping felt his entire leg go numb.
He inwardly cursed, ready to change his move, but Meng Xinian’s other hand had already struck toward his underarm.
Even his fist carried the sound of the wind.
Lu Ping abruptly fell to his knees and lunged forward to dodge Meng Xinian’s attack, but even the evasion looked somewhat awkward.
Before he could rise, Meng Xinian’s foot had already kicked towards him again.
Lu Ping had no choice but to roll on the ground, avoiding the attack once more but looking even more ungainly.
Below the stage, Gao Ming, Gao Wei, and the others looked on with darkened faces.
This relentless offense from Meng Xinian that nearly took his life didn’t give Lu Ping a single chance to breathe. Could this truly be the patient with a severe leg injury as described in the medical records?
At this moment, seeing Meng Xinian’s performance, Meng Chaojun threw all previous thoughts out of his mind and got carried away with excitement.
His son was performing so outstandingly on stage!
He was much more capable in combat than he had imagined!
"This kid must have gotten in too many fights when he was little, that must be how he trained," he chuckled.
Fong Luyuan and Lu Dan looked at him disdainfully and swept their gazes over him.