Alchemy & Martial Supreme

Qin Ming stared at Wang Zhenwei's silver-white swords and sighed in his heart. If he had gloves, he wouldn't have had to transform into palms just now. With one punch, a martial saint with such weak strength would not be able to catch his blow.

"You have to go all out, otherwise... you will die!"

Looking back, Qin Ming said calmly, Wang Zhenwei didn't use all his strength just now.

At first, these people despised him, or were afraid that if they accidentally killed him, the channel for the perfect elixir would disappear, so they kept some strength.

Wang Zhenwei stared at Qin Ming with a solemn expression, nodded, and held the rapier tightly with both hands.

Seeing that Wang Zhenwei was ready, Qin Ming tapped the ground lightly, and like an arrow from a bow, the person appeared in front of him with a whoosh, and a punch hit Wang Zhenwei's chest like a thunder.

Looking at the extremely terrifying fist, Wang Zhenwei's expression changed slightly. Qin Ming didn't use his full strength in the punch just now.

"Can't force it!"

With the power of his soul gathered all over his body, Wang Zhenwei moved sideways to the left, the two swords in his hands were like fluttering butterflies, dazzling people, and moved towards Qin Ming.

"The power of the soul is pretty good!"

Seeing that Wang Zhenwei did not move stubbornly, Qin Ming admired in his heart that his soul was at the earth level and could move without being affected at all, which proved that Wang Zhenwei's soul was not weak.

Even if the grade is not as high as his, the quantity is definitely not less than his.

If it were a protracted war, Wang Zhenwei would definitely not be his opponent if he wasted his soul power like this. But in a warrior battle, the winner would be decided in a split second. Without an overwhelming advantage, imposing pressure would be of no use.

With a slight smile, Qin Ming gathered the power of the soul in his palms and blasted towards Wang Zhenwei's swords without hesitation.

"Rapid Dragon Zetsu!"

"What?" Wang Zhenwei was horrified, Qin Mingquan

There must be too much soul power, and the grade seems to be very high.

He wanted to withdraw his swords, but Qin Ming's punch was too fast. As a last resort, Wang Zhenwei took the blow forcefully.

"Zizzi."

Wang Zhenwei stepped back, his swords hitting the ground and rubbing against the bluestone ground, making an unpleasant sound.

"So strong."

Stopping, Wang Zhenwei looked at Qin Ming in shock, gasping for air.

"The head of the family...lost?"

Looking at Wang Zhenwei's embarrassed appearance, everyone in the distance was shocked.

Everyone who has fought with him knows how strong the Patriarch's fighting power is. In the entire Senmu City, the Patriarch of the Mori Family is apparently the most powerful, but in fact, the Patriarch of the Mori Family and the Mu Family Patriarch combined are no match for the Patriarch.

This is something they have always been proud of, but now they have lost to Qin Ming.

"I can't...defeat."

Panting heavily, Wang Zhenwei stood up straight, placed his swords on his chest, and assumed an attacking posture.

Only he can deal with Qin Ming in the entire family, and the entire family cannot lack him.

Without him, the family would definitely be annexed by the Mori family and the Mu family. He could not be defeated no matter what.

In the distance, Qin Ming rubbed his fist. There were small red marks on his fist. This was a hard fight with Wang Zhenwei just now. He used his flesh and blood fist to hit the metal swords and was slightly injured.

With Qin Ming's gentle rubbing, the tiny red mark on his fist completely disappeared, and he could no longer feel the pain.

"Since the Raptors' breakthrough, not only has my body become stronger, but my recovery ability has also become much stronger."

"Even without gloves, my fists can still survive a fight!"

But I can't attack the opponent's sword head-on, which limits my ability to play! Qin Ming stared at Wang Zhenwei's silver-white swords and sighed in his heart. If he had gloves, he wouldn't have had to transform into palms just now. With one punch, a martial saint with such weak strength would not be able to catch his blow.

"You have to go all out, otherwise... you will die!"

Looking back, Qin Ming said calmly, Wang Zhenwei didn't use all his strength just now.

At first, these people despised him, or were afraid that if they accidentally killed him, the channel for the perfect elixir would disappear, so they kept some strength.

Wang Zhenwei stared at Qin Ming with a solemn expression, nodded, and held the rapier tightly with both hands.

Seeing that Wang Zhenwei was ready, Qin Ming tapped the ground lightly, and like an arrow from a bow, the person appeared in front of him with a whoosh, and a punch hit Wang Zhenwei's chest like a thunder.

Looking at the extremely terrifying fist, Wang Zhenwei's expression changed slightly. Qin Ming didn't use his full strength in the punch just now.

"Can't force it!"

With the power of his soul gathered all over his body, Wang Zhenwei moved sideways to the left, the two swords in his hands were like fluttering butterflies, dazzling people, and moved towards Qin Ming.

"The power of the soul is pretty good!"

Seeing that Wang Zhenwei did not move stubbornly, Qin Ming admired in his heart that his soul was at the earth level and could move without being affected at all, which proved that Wang Zhenwei's soul was not weak.

Even if the grade is not as high as his, the quantity is definitely not less than his.

If it were a protracted war, Wang Zhenwei would definitely not be his opponent if he wasted his soul power like this. But in a warrior battle, the winner would be decided in a split second. Without an overwhelming advantage, imposing pressure would be of no use.

With a slight smile, Qin Ming gathered the power of the soul in his palms and blasted towards Wang Zhenwei's swords without hesitation.

"Rapid Dragon Zetsu!"

"What?" Wang Zhenwei was horrified, Qin Mingquan

There must be too much soul power, and the grade seems to be very high.

He wanted to withdraw his swords, but Qin Ming's punch was too fast. As a last resort, Wang Zhenwei took the blow forcefully.

"Zizzi."

Wang Zhenwei stepped back, his swords hitting the ground and rubbing against the bluestone ground, making an unpleasant sound.

"So strong."

Stopping, Wang Zhenwei looked at Qin Ming in shock, gasping for air.

"The head of the family...lost?"

Looking at Wang Zhenwei's embarrassed appearance, everyone in the distance was shocked.

Everyone who has fought with him knows how strong the Patriarch's fighting power is. In the entire Senmu City, the Patriarch of the Mori Family is apparently the most powerful, but in fact, the Patriarch of the Mori Family and the Mu Family Patriarch combined are no match for the Patriarch.

This is something they have always been proud of, but now they have lost to Qin Ming.

"I can't...defeat."

Panting heavily, Wang Zhenwei stood up straight, placed his swords on his chest, and assumed an attacking posture.

Only he can deal with Qin Ming in the entire family, and the entire family cannot lack him.

Without him, the family would definitely be annexed by the Mori family and the Mu family. He could not be defeated no matter what.

In the distance, Qin Ming rubbed his fist. There were small red marks on his fist. This was a hard fight with Wang Zhenwei just now. He used his flesh and blood fist to hit the metal swords and was slightly injured.

With Qin Ming's gentle rubbing, the tiny red mark on his fist completely disappeared, and he could no longer feel the pain.

"Since the Raptors' breakthrough, not only has my body become stronger, but my recovery ability has also become much stronger."

"Even without gloves, my fists can still survive a fight!"

But I can't attack the opponent's sword head-on, which limits my ability to play!