3819: C3819 There Are No Ifs in Life

C3819 There Are No Ifs in Life

Lin Zicong stared coldly at Liu Chenggong as he muttered to himself. His face was pale and his heart was filled with disdain. Qinger did not want to marry him but liked a piece of trash instead. The more she looked down on him, the more furious she became.

"Impossible!" Liu Chenggong stood up and glared at Lin Zicong. He said hatefully, "Qinger will not ruthlessly abandon me. You must be lying to me, right?" He urgently hoped that Lin Zicong would admit that Qinger, who had once thought that she had died for love, would suddenly appear in front of him. This meant that the oath of the Mountain and Sea Alliance in the past was a lie.

Liu Chenggong had been injured for love. The reason why he returned to Liu City to do business was because he wanted to become rich. No, he was not rich enough. He had to become the richest man in China to have a direct conversation with Qinger family. But the more he did business, the more he found hope.

Qinger's family was too powerful and terrifying.

He came to the capital with the determination to die. Other than reporting to Yang Ping, he also wanted to visit Qinger's tomb. Even if Qinger died, he did not have the right to visit her. However, Lin Zicong appeared and slapped his face.

"You should feel honored."

Lin Zicong waved his hand and all the men in black dispersed. They locked the warehouse and looked down at Liu Chenggong. He sighed and said, "The difference between us is too big. If it wasn't for Qinger, you would be no different from an ant. Do you believe it or not? I only need one sentence to turn your family into ashes."

Liu Chenggong glared at Lin Zicong angrily, but when he thought of his grandfather, he wanted to be tough, but he didn't dare because he knew that Lin Zicong had the ability to do it. If the Liu Family was destroyed because of him, he wouldn't dare to imagine it.

"Are you scared?"

Lin Zicong laughed and shook his head. "How dare you say you like Qinger?"

"I'll give you a chance. If you promise to cripple your martial arts and never step into the capital again, I can let you go." Lin Zicong stared into Liu Chenggong's eyes and ordered, "How about it? I will be merciful to you."

Liu Chenggong's face was gloomy. He wanted him to cripple his own martial arts. At the same time, he could never see Qinger. He could not do it at all.

"Don't even think about it."

Liu Chenggong gritted his teeth. He really wanted to pounce on Qinger, but for the sake of the Liu Family, he held back.

"Since that's the case, I'll kill you."

Lin Zicong sighed and shook his head, as if he was going to trample an ant to death. He shrugged and said, "You're pretty strong in the Yanhuang Team. I heard that you have performed a level 1 merit. Apart from the Yan Huang Captain, you are not bad at all. "But the army is the army, and this is the Pugilistic World."

Come, use the martial arts that you are most proud of to defeat me. I will show you what a tall mountain is! "

Liu Chenggong was bewildered.

"If you defeat me, not only will I cancel my engagement with Qinger, but I will also matchmake you."

Lin Zicong said with a smile.

Liu Chenggong's eyes lit up, revealing a strong desire. If he could defeat Lin Zicong, he could be together with Qinger, even if he was willing to give it a try.

"Really?"

Lin Zicong smiled, his smile full of contempt. He clicked his tongue and said, "I never go back on my word."

Liu Chenggong took a deep breath and became unprecedentedly solemn. He had already lost the qualification to continue advancing and had almost been crippled. However, he still had the strength of a Ninth Level Stage. He was once arrogant and arrogant, but he also had a powerful talent, and he knew that he wasn't any weaker than others. As long as he fought with his life on the line, he would still have a chance to defeat his opponent.

After experiencing the battles, he had obtained many precious experiences. Lin Zicong was only a disciple of a big family, so he definitely wasn't as ruthless as him.

Lin Zicong stood with his hands behind his back and looked at him with a smile. "Ninth Level Stage, not bad. You are a watchdog in my house."

Swoosh!

Liu Chenggong's Qi increased. It was as if he had become a different person. He had become a sharp sword. All of his essence, energy, and spirit had reached their peak. With a loud roar, he turned into a ray of light and pierced towards Lin Zicong.

He gathered all of his energy into his fist and fiercely smashed it towards Lin Zicong.

This was the peak of his fist, and it surpassed the previous one.

Even if he was a Subsaintly State warrior, he still wouldn't be able to defeat him. Liu Chenggong also felt that he could fight in his current condition. Lin Zicong looked even younger than him. No matter how strong he was, could he still be a Saint Stage?

His fist rubbed against the air, and the surrounding flames started burning.

"Just this kind of power?"

Seeing Liu successfully punch over, Lin Zicong shook his head and said in disappointment, "Too slow."

Pffft!

Liu Chenggong's fist was about to hit his opponent, but Lin Zicong suddenly lost track of him. The next moment, he was in front of his eyes. There was a sharp pain in his lower abdomen. He looked down and saw that Lin Zicong's fist had unknowingly hit his body.

Liu Chenggong flew away and hit the wall hard. His fist was seriously injured.

He got up and looked at Lin Zicong in shock.

He was actually so powerful.

Boom!

Lin Zicong unleashed his spiritual pressure, and a Subsaint aura spread out. Although he wasn't a top young man in Lin Family, he was definitely very powerful. He was a Subsaintly State warrior at such a young age, and he would definitely break through to the Saint Stage realm and become a top combat power in the Lin Family.

The pressure of a Subsaint made Liu Chenggong's soul tremble instinctively. It was an intrinsic difference, and he couldn't resist it.

"Kneel!"

Lin Zicong released a powerful pressure, and Liu Chenggong knelt down.

Liu Chenggong gritted his teeth. His eyes were bloodshot. Even though his legs were bent and his bones were cracking, he still insisted, "I won't kneel."

Lin Zicong sneered, "It's not up to you."

No matter how strong the pressure became, Liu Chenggong's consciousness became blurry. His surroundings seemed to have turned into a raging sea. He was a small boat in the raging sea and was on the verge of collapse. If it was not for his obsession with Qinger, he would have fainted a long time ago. But right now, it was still very uncomfortable.

He could fall down at any time.

"You can't fall down. Qinger is still waiting for me. She must have been forced."

Liu Chenggong almost fainted. He bit the tip of his tongue and blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth. He stared at Lin Zicong and shouted, "Ultimate Fighting Technique!"

Under the strong pressure, Liu Chenggong finally understood the Fighting Technique that Yang Ping had given him. It was just an ordinary combat technique, but when he used his spiritual energy into the Fighting Technique, his combat strength would increase by a level.

The pressure was like glass being pierced by something, shattering the ground. All the pressure disappeared. Lin Zicong found that Liu Chenggong's eyes were red, revealing a surprised look.

This move was a bit interesting.

It could actually hurt him.

The Ultimate Fighting Technique was a move that could threaten Subsaint warriors. When Liu Chenggong struck out with his fist, he felt like his body was dissipating like water. Compared to the previous punch, it was more than ten times stronger. His confidence also increased along with the use of the Ultimate Fighting Technique.

Facing the Ultimate Fighting Technique, Lin Zicong lightly struck out with his palm. His seemingly soft palm wrapped around Liu Chenggong's fist.

Liu Chenggong's fist landed on Lin Zicong's palm, and his expression changed drastically. It was as if he had fallen into a swamp, unable to extricate himself. All of his strength was like rain falling into the sea, unable to stir up any waves. After that, he lost all of his strength.

He continued to fly out.

Seeing Liu Chenggong, who was lying on the ground, even standing up with difficulty, Lin Zicong frowned. There was a stabbing pain in his palm, and his expression was cold. Killing intent was aroused. A Ninth Level Stage warrior had actually injured his palm.

This was a kind of humiliation.

Liu Chenggong had only used two moves, but he had already exhausted all of his energy. He could only wait for his death.1

His eyes were filled with despair as he thought to himself, Qinger, I'm sorry. I can't go and see you again.

Stepping on Liu Chenggong's chest, Lin Zicong bared his teeth and said darkly, "I'll send you to hell."

He raised his head and patted Liu Chenggong's head.

But at this time, the warehouse door shattered.

Three figures were thrown in from the warehouse and fell in front of Lin Zicong, vomiting blood.

A figure walked in with big strides. He was as tall as a mountain.

The content came from [Micoo Reading].

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