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Several men dressed in black armor and wearing Black Hooded Helmets quickly emerged from the shadows, seemingly having been lying in wait.
Their lower bodies were clad in red pants, and they each had a Long Sword hanging at their waists. These men were actually Imperial Guards.
The shortest among them stood at over 1.7 meters, while the tallest exceeded 1.8 meters. They exuded an air of menace and appeared to be quite skilled.
They swiftly dashed out from behind the hidden plum trees and quickly surrounded the pavilion!
Qin Feng looked at these men in surprise, feeling a sense of worry. It seemed they were coming for him, their faces displaying a hint of murderous intent as they cracked their knuckles, seemingly ready to take action against him!
Wasn't the emperor waiting for him here? How could there be so many Imperial Guards? They all looked quite capable.
Could this be a trap? That Liu Xian was just an ordinary person who deliberately led him here to facilitate Wang Xiang's attack on him, leaving him completely unprepared.
With a bitter smile, he said, "Brothers, is there some misunderstanding? The emperor sent me here; you can't harm me. That would lead to serious consequences!"
The leader of the Imperial Guards, standing over 1.8 meters tall and a few centimeters taller than Qin Feng, appeared strong and robust—he was likely the boss of these men.
A strange smile crept across his face, one filled with contemptuous mockery.
"Qin Sir, no, I should call you Bai Lian. You went to Yanhua Tower and even tried to sleep with General Wang's woman. Aren't you asking for death? This is a trap designed to lure you here so that we can cripple your hands and legs."
"Don't blame us; if you manage to survive, seek revenge on General Wang Xiang. We are merely following orders!"
Qin Feng's face turned pale with fear; it really was like this! This was the emperor's Imperial Garden, his territory—how could they harm him?
"This is the emperor's palace! You people are courting disaster by trying to harm me. It's just a misunderstanding; why not let me go and pretend nothing happened?"
The Imperial Guards erupted into laughter, truly mocking him.
Ignoring his words, they approached with clenched fists! The Imperial Guards were elite troops, and their skills and strength were certainly impressive.
They could all hear the sound of their fists thudding, and the strength behind them was immense; even their movements were incredibly swift, truly capable of causing serious harm to oneself.
His heart felt an overwhelming fear, accompanied by an inexplicable darkness. The court was indeed too corrupt, even arranging for people in the palace to attack him—was there no justice at all?
Of course, he would not just stand by and wait for death. Ever since he woke up, he felt as if his body was filled with muscles, and his strength had increased significantly.
He could even take on a General, so dealing with these few should be manageable!
One Imperial Guard, standing at about six feet tall, covered his fist and swung it towards his face. The force behind it was tremendous; they were definitely serious about this.
Qin Feng also saw this and clenched his fist tightly. His speed increased even more as he struck the guard's face, sending him flying across the pavilion.
Immediately, blood gushed from the guard's nose, accompanied by several cries of pain.
Several other Imperial Guards were taken aback; how had Qin Sir become so powerful? Nevertheless, they still surrounded him.
Qin Feng continued to throw punches left and right, then delivered a powerful kick that sent three of them flying away.
However, the remaining Imperial Guards closed in on him. One grabbed his left arm, another seized his right arm, while a third kicked his leg, forcing him to kneel down.
He found himself in a passive position, restrained and kneeling on the ground, looking quite disheveled.
A young Imperial Guard approached him with a thick wooden stick over a meter long, a sinister smile on his face as he slowly drew closer.
He raised the stick and swung it towards one of Qin Feng's legs with considerable force.
Qin Feng felt despair; these people truly intended to cripple him. His hands were held tightly by these lackeys.
Wang Xiang was nothing short of a despicable creature; having injured him himself, he had called upon the Imperial Guards to ambush him and sought to ruin him—there would be no peace between them.
Suddenly, immense strength surged through his right hand as he reversed grip and seized one of the Imperial Guards, pulling his body in front of himself as a shield.
Then came the sound of cracking bones, and the man groaned in pain on the ground, tears streaming from his eyes.
The person holding the stick appeared somewhat panicked; he had clearly aimed at Bai Lian, so how did he hit one of his own? That bone must be broken.
Qin Feng certainly would not remain passive any longer. As he pulled that person over, his right hand reached for another individual, grabbing his arm and twisting it backward, likely breaking some of his bones as well.
The man screamed loudly, and then Qin Feng threw him to the ground, calling him a useless dog.
His eyes turned a shade of red, filled with fury! Since they wanted to cripple him, he would first cripple them.
The Imperial Guards swung their wooden sticks, aiming for his head with all their might.
He swiftly dodged, bending his body down and delivering a punch to the man's stomach, sending him flying out of the pavilion. The wooden stick fell to the floor with several loud thuds.
Now he had experience and would not be easily ambushed. He carefully observed the movements of his surroundings, including their actions.
His heart raced; this was indeed a trap. It was all Wang Xiang's fault—what a worthless scoundrel!
He had only injured two fingers, yet they were intent on crippling him.
One by one, the Imperial Guards charged at him, attacking with all their strength.
Qin Feng noted their movements; he was also quite skilled and roughly assessed their attack routes and the timing of their punches.
Although he took several painful hits to his arms and waist, under his fierce counterattacks, he managed to knock several Imperial Guards to the ground, each one crying out in agony.
Their faces were swollen and bruised, each developing large lumps. How had Qin Feng become so formidable that he could take down these men?
Their eyes were filled with terror as if they were facing a monster crawling forward on the ground; they truly did not want to be beaten!
However, one Imperial Guard remained calm, observing the situation. He was the leader of several Imperial Guards.
Qin Sir is indeed a master; everyone who approached him was knocked down. He truly hides his strength! Usually, he appears to be a scholarly person, with a refined demeanor.
He slowly walked up, observing Qin Feng's movements. He said, "Those few are just weaklings; the real master is me. Let me cripple you! Then I can go to General Wang to take credit; that would be quite a reward!"
Initially walking slowly, he suddenly sprinted forward. With a leap from the ground, he soared over a meter high and aimed a kick at Qin Feng's head.
Qin Feng didn't take this person seriously; he originally intended to cripple him as well and hit harder.
However, this person's movements were incredibly swift, and his leap was even faster as he aimed for Qin Feng's head with considerable force.
Qin Feng hurriedly dodged to the side, but the attacker flashed in mid-air and still managed to kick Qin Feng, landing a powerful blow to his abdomen.
The impact sent him flying two meters away; the force was immense, and he felt something metallic in his mouth. Spitting it out revealed his own bright red blood.
That single kick had caused him to spit blood. Fortunately, he was wearing thick clothing; otherwise, his abdomen might have been severely injured.
The tall Imperial Guard was somewhat surprised that Qin Feng could evade his rapid strike; he truly was a master! Qin Sir, you really are well-concealed. Let me test your skills again!
He quickly ran towards Qin Feng, paused briefly, then leaped over a meter high again, delivering another powerful kick toward Qin Feng's body!
A strange smile appeared on Qin Feng's face as he thought, "Do you really think your skills are that impressive? I've already observed your blind spots."
He charged forward fiercely, extending his left hand and gathering all his strength to strike against the incoming right foot.
When their limbs collided, he felt intense pain radiating from his arm throughout his body; however, his bones were not broken—the force was just too strong.
He managed to withstand that powerful blow. Now it was my turn to attack; I will cripple you.
Taking advantage of the moment before both of his legs touched the ground, Qin Feng thrust out his right foot and delivered a forceful kick between the attacker's legs—a heavy blow meant to incapacitate him.
Then came the heart-wrenching screams, one after another; it felt like he was about to be completely ruined down there.
Unable to control his body any longer, he couldn't even stand straight and fell backward, his eyes filled with terror and quickly reddened with bloodshot veins.
His voice was unclear, sounding almost like a eunuch's, as he shouted, "Qin Sir, how could you kick me..."
The several Imperial Guards nearby were also shocked; they had managed to defeat a formidable commander. They scattered in all directions, not wanting to get hit, looking utterly disheveled.
Qin Feng's strange smile grew wider. It was truly infuriating that this dog brought the Imperial Guards to attack him, leaving him injured and nearly crippled.
I will definitely not let you off the hook; you are probably destined to be a cripple for life!
Clenching his fists tightly, he aimed for the man's face. He couldn't let him off lightly; with those lackeys having run away, he could only vent his anger on him!
His punches were powerful, like stones hitting the target. With each strike, large swollen welts appeared on the man's face, quickly covering it with red bumps.
The man obviously had no strength to fight back, but having been kicked in his weak spot would leave him incapacitated! His screams echoed like a eunuch's cries—half-male, half-female.
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