My husband Can Cultivate-Chapter 128: Worse Than a Servant!

"Yang Qi, is this the extent of your ability?" Ning Que taunted. "You think you can defeat me with these pathetic tricks? Let me tell you, I’m just a very ordinary servant of the Lin Family in Jingzhou. You can’t even beat me, and you still aspire to be with Miss Qingxuan? How laughable!"

Although Ning Que looked somewhat disheveled, he hadn’t been injured at all. He was still in a position to say such things.

"You don’t have to deny it. I can see that you like her, and she likes you too. She only refuses to admit it to protect you, doesn’t she?

"Honestly, I’m baffled. Any of the young talents in Jingzhou are ten thousand times stronger than you, to say nothing of the Divine Child. He is a true favorite of the heavens, a young man standing at the very pinnacle of the pyramid. In his presence, you aren’t even worthy of being called an ant!"

Yang Qi remained unmoved. He knew all of this without needing anyone to spell it out for him. In Kang City, he could hardly be considered invincible, let alone in a place like Jingzhou. But with the Dragon God Technique, he was confident that one day he could crush all the so-called prodigies of Jingzhou, including that "Divine Child."

"Your taunts are useless against me," Yang Qi said coldly. "Right now, I’m not worthy. With my current abilities, I can’t even protect her. But one day, I will personally go to the Lin Family to ask for her hand in marriage. On that day, I will declare to the entire world that Lin Qingxuan is my woman! As for today... let me vent my frustrations on a servant like you!"

He remained perfectly calm, steadily executing his strategy, not allowing anger or impulse to disrupt his plan.

Meticulous, calm, and not easily provoked... He really is promising material. But the gap in their strength is immense. How does he plan to beat Ning Que? Lin Qiye was also intrigued.

Gradually, Ning Que grew accustomed to the power of the Detonator Talismans, even managing to stand his ground against the blasts without being pushed back.

"Hahaha, it’s time to end this!" Ning Que roared. "I’ll admit, you might have a bright future, but today, you will die here! Miss Qingxuan’s Destiny is to marry the Divine Child. It’s over for you!"

Ning Que suddenly accelerated, closing the distance to Yang Qi. He had actually managed to evade the Detonator Talisman traps and threw a punch straight at Yang Qi’s head. "Die!"

Outside, Lin Qiye was about to intervene. After all, Yang Qi had saved Lin Qingxuan’s life; he couldn’t just stand by and watch him be killed. But in the next instant, he froze in astonishment.

An explosion erupted on Ning Que’s body. At some point, a Detonator Talisman had been stuck to his back, and he hadn’t even noticed. Of course, a single talisman wasn’t enough to injure him. At most, the blast threw him off balance, causing him to stumble toward Yang Qi. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Yang Qi’s real killing blow was waiting in his right hand: the Hand Palm Thunder he had been charging for a long time. The longer this technique gathered energy, the more terrifying its power became. While it had a power cap, that cap was the limit of a Cultivator’s own Spiritual Power. Yang Qi had expended half of his Spiritual Power to condense this attack. He slammed his palm into Ning Que’s chest.

BOOM! CRACK!

With a deafening roar, Ning Que was sent flying. This time, there was no way he was unharmed. Yang Qi had clearly heard the sound of breaking ribs.

"ARGH!" Lying on the ground, Ning Que coughed up a large mouthful of blood that even contained what looked like shards of bone. His face was a mask of utter shock and disbelief. He had been thrown back by Yang Qi? He had been injured by Yang Qi? And the injury was serious.

"Interesting!" Outside, Lin Qiye smiled. "No wonder Qingxuan likes him. It seems that besides his Medical Skills, this kid’s combat prowess and intellect are sharp as well! Just injuring Ning Que is impressive enough. However, Ning Que won’t be defeated so easily. What will you do next?"

Yang Qi didn’t give Ning Que a chance to get back on his feet. He charged forward and threw out all his remaining Detonator Talismans, which detonated with a sonic boom. A terrifying roar of explosions enveloped Ning Que.

Yet, Yang Qi’s expression remained grim. He knew this wouldn’t be enough to defeat his opponent; at best, it would only worsen Ning Que’s injuries.

Sure enough, a figure shot out from the smoke. He was so fast that Yang Qi had no time to react. In that split second, all Yang Qi could do was cross his arms in front of him. He then felt a terrifying impact smash into them. The kick landed on his arms, fracturing the bones. The power was horrifying. If that blow had landed on his chest, Yang Qi would undoubtedly be dead. Even so, the pain from his fractured arms forced him to clench his jaw tightly.

"What a humiliation, to be injured by you. However, your luck ends here."

Ning Que did not continue his attack. He looked to be in pain; the recent exertion had likely aggravated his wounds, and he spat out another mouthful of blood.

"I said I would kill you, and I meant it! You are not worthy of being with Miss Qingxuan. A man who can’t even beat a servant like me deserves only death!"

As he spoke, Ning Que swallowed a Medicine Pill, apparently one meant for healing.

Yang Qi also pushed himself to his feet and consumed a Healing Pill of his own. This type of Healing Pill was from an exclusive recipe in the Dragon God Technique. It was meant for Cultivators and was countless times more effective than the Healing Medicine used by Martial Artists.

"Heh heh, it’s not over yet," Yang Qi sneered at Ning Que. "Who lives and who dies today is still up in the air!"

Although his arms were useless, he still had his legs. This battle wasn’t just for survival; it was a fight for his dignity. Yang Qi had no powerful backing. When he was in danger, there was almost no one to save him. Therefore, he had to win. Winning was his only path to survival. Winning was the only way he could continue to pursue Lin Qingxuan.

He had no idea that Lin Qiye was watching from outside. He was even less aware that Lin Qingxuan had already called Uncle Jian, asking him to come as quickly as possible. With such a loud commotion, it was impossible for Lin Qingxuan not to have heard. But she was powerless to help, so she could only ask Uncle Jian to intervene, even if it meant exposing her secrets. She could not let Yang Qi die.

Of course, Yang Qi knew none of this. Right now, his mind was consumed by a single thought: he had to win.

"Heh, you think you can win just because I’m injured?" Ning Que sneered. "You reckless fool!"

After taking the Healing Medicine, his condition improved slightly, but broken ribs wouldn’t heal so easily. For that, he hated Yang Qi. He hated him with a burning passion and wanted nothing more than to butcher him. The next moment, he readied himself to attack again. Although every movement threatened to tear his wounds open, he was confident that this next strike would be the one to put Yang Qi down for good. He knew the power of his attacks better than anyone.

Yang Qi bent his knees, showing no intention of dodging. Instead, he was preparing to charge his opponent.

Ning Que froze for a second, then laughed. "Since you’re courting death, I’ll be happy to oblige!"

He moved, launching a kick at Yang Qi. With his arms immobilized, Yang Qi had no way to block the attack.

This time, it must be over. Lin Qiye shook his head, preparing to step in once more, but again, he stopped.