There are always sick girls with ill intentions towards me

Chapter 23 You Don't Even Have the Qualification to Die in My Hands

Facing the heavy punch that was as powerful as a mountain, Li Lingge did not dodge this time. Instead, he blocked it with one arm holding the sheath.

It was easier for him to deal with a guy who had just entered the sixth rank and had internal injuries than before.

Seeing that his attack was easily blocked, Jintule roared angrily and gathered his strength to press down hard again.

However, Li Lingge's arm did not move at all.

The next moment, the scabbard rotated and drew a semi-arc in the air.

He used the power of Tai Chi to push the two huge fists apart, and then took advantage of the situation to throw Jintule with his arms, causing him to lose balance.

Before he landed on the ground, Li Lingge stepped forward and kicked low, full of energy.

boom!
Jin Toule, who had just rushed onto the stage, was kicked high into the air and was just an inch away from rolling off the stage.

He slapped the ground hard and jumped up.

This palm strike directly collapsed the edge of the stage.

He shook his neck, and then only a shadow remained where he was.

"Brother, be careful!"

Qiu Yuebai had just finished shouting out his reminder when, facing Jin Toule who suddenly rushed towards him, Li Lingge took a half step back and dodged the powerful punch by leaning sideways.

Silk-wrapped single cloud hand!
Taking advantage of the opponent's force, he grabbed Jintule's neck with his palm and threw him out heavily.

Jin Tule used his face to rub the ground and slid forward nearly ten feet before he could stop.

Before he could stand up, Li Lingge suddenly appeared in front of him.

puff!

The long sword pierced through Jintule's broad palm, and the sword blade passed through the palm and nailed into the stage.

"what!"

Jintule cried out in pain, and at the same time he found that the sword stuck in his body seemed to be nailed into the ground and could not be pulled out no matter what.

“My true energy—”

He quickly realized that this sword could restrain the flow of true energy.

The sword pierced into his palm, and the sword energy sealed his dantian. Now he was just like an ordinary person without true energy.

At this moment, Jintule finally felt a little fear.

Because he really saw murderous intent in Li Lingge's eyes.

"I admit—"

However, before he could admit defeat, Li Lingge kicked him in the head with a high sweep.

His body was kicked up and spun in the air, and he didn't know how many teeth flew out.

The palm of the hand nailed to the ground by the long sword had a bloody hole left, with pieces of broken bones exposed.

"Your Highness!"

The Liang State guards wanted to rush onto the stage, but were suppressed and unable to move by Qiu Yuebai who was standing at the edge of the stage.

"Those who act rashly will die!"

The guard leader shouted angrily.

"The winner has been decided. Our Highness has already admitted defeat. Why don't you stop?"

Qiu Yuebai turned his head slightly and looked at the guard leader, his voice cold.

"I didn't hear him admit defeat."

Jintule wanted to pull out the long sword that pierced his palm, but the sword energy entered his body, and even though his palm was already bloody, he still couldn't pull it out.

Seeing this, he could only grit his teeth and swallow his anger, and opened his mouth again to admit defeat.

"I--"

boom!
Li Lingge kneed him hard in the jaw, then hooked his foot and drew his sword.

Blood flowers bloomed in the air, and Jintule felt his brain went blank. Although his body was free, he fell heavily to his knees on the ground.

Li Lingge stepped forward and before Jin Tule could react, he had already pointed out with his Lingxi Finger.

The ghost head seals the door, two fingers open the sky, eight characters break the middle door, and Amitabha lights the lamp, all of which are heavy strikes on the Golden Map's Tanzhong point.

boom!
Jin Toule rolled his eyes, and the cloak behind him stirred up the true energy, and then his figure flew heavily off the stage.

"Your Highness!"

The guard commander hurriedly caught Jintule, then grabbed his wrist to check.

He looked at Li Lingge on the stage in disbelief and said in a trembling voice.

"It's useless..."

At this moment, Jintulu's Dantian was completely destroyed, and his true energy was gone. How could he explain this to the emperor when he returned?
Hey!
Everyone was shocked!

The entire Hongxiu Building was in an uproar!
In less than a cup of tea, Jin Toule, who was so arrogant when he entered the door, was pinned to the ground and had no chance to admit defeat.

Now he has fallen to the ground and his life or death is unknown.

Lingxi covered her chest and found it difficult to breathe.

Blood splattered on the stage, but did not stain the robes at all. The man in white holding a sword instantly dazzled her eyes.

"Owner……"

On the side, Chu Feng didn’t notice what Lingxi said at all.

Because his head was buzzing and he felt that everything was too absurd and hard for him to accept.

He was only at the eighth level, yet he beat the sixth level Jin Toule into this state.

Without Lingxi's help, he would never have won so easily against Jintule.

Listening to the crowd cheering for the man on the stage, and catching a glimpse of admiration in Su Wanwan's eyes, his heart bled.

These should all belong to him!
If Lingxi hadn't stopped him just now, he would have already been on the stage before Li Zei.

The guard commander spoke sternly while holding the unconscious Jin Toule.

"Li Lingge, you murdered my Daliang prince. I will definitely negotiate with the Honglu Temple and report this to the Emperor of Chu!"

Before Qiu Yuebai could speak, an old man on the second floor stood up.

"I am Sheng Qiyuan, the Minister of the Honglu Temple. Today, the Third Prince of Liang insulted our Great Chu first, and then provoked the King of Wei. I will report the truth to the court tomorrow morning."

The guard commander clenched his fists and glared at the old man on the second floor.

"I'm going to file a complaint with the Censorate. Is this how you, the Great Chu, treat your guests?"

In the lobby, a thin middle-aged man dressed in fine clothes slowly stood up.

"I am Peng Jing, the Imperial Censor of the Imperial Court. Everyone has seen what happened today. I will report the facts to you tomorrow."

"Jingzhao Prefecture Governor Ban Debiao will definitely submit a joint petition."

"Minister of Justice Fang Yongtai, count me in as one of them."

"Minister of Rites!"

"The Dali Temple Minister!"

"Overwatch!"

……

The commander of the guards looked a little dazed as he heard people reporting their positions over and over again.

Isn’t this Hongxiu Tower a brothel? How come I feel like I have walked into a court meeting of the Great Chu?

"You! And you! You! Aren't you afraid that the alliance between the two countries will fail?"

"I, Li Lingge, have never been a fighter. When friends come, I have good wine. But if a wolf comes, I have a spear to greet him."

Emperor Liang knew very well that if the Great Chu was destroyed, the Liang State would definitely be the next.

Therefore, the alliance between the two countries is an inevitable trend, and it cannot be stopped by a prince or a guard commander.

Moreover, even if the alliance really fails, he has ways to prevent Liang State from acting rashly.

Li Lingge pointed his sword at the guard commander and then at Jin Tule.

"Besides, can you make the decision for Liang Guo? Or can he make the decision?"

The guard commander opened his mouth but was unable to refute.

In Daliang, of course, the emperor of Daliang has the final say.

Moreover, his mission on this trip was to promote an alliance between the two countries, and the failure of the alliance was just a cry.

If I really mess up this important matter, I will have no way to report back.

At this time, Jin Tule woke up and immediately noticed the changes in his body.

It’s gone. Decades of hard work, all gone.

He pushed away the guard beside him and staggered to his feet, his eyes full of ferocity.

"Li Lingge, kill me if you can!"

Li Lingge sheathed his sword, glanced at Jin Tule and shook his head slightly.

"You don't even deserve to die in my hands."

He threw the sword in his hand back to Qiu Yuebai, then stretched out his arms and spoke loudly.

"Keep playing music, keep dancing!"

(End of this chapter)