Alchemy & Martial Supreme

Jin Zhijun stroked his chest. Qin Ming had already shown mercy in the battle just now. Otherwise, he would have been lying on the ground instead of just being lightly injured.    

He didn't consume the healing pill. He had to remember the pain he was feeling right now.    

No one cared about Jin Zhijun. Their eyes were fixed on Qin Ming on the stage, and Jin Zhian who was standing beside the stage.    

Qin Ming was so powerful. It wouldn't be easy for Jin Zhian to defeat him. If he lost, it would be extremely shameful, and even the prestige of the patriarch would be lowered.    

Although Jin Zhian had just taken over the position of patriarch, most of the power was still in his father's hands, and most of the matters in the family were handled by Jin Jun.    

However, he was the patriarch after all, so he couldn't lose the prestige of the patriarch. If he lost the battle, he would be brought up by others for the rest of his life.    

Facing the gazes of everyone present, the pressure on Jin Zhi'an instantly increased. He took a deep breath and walked onto the arena.    

"Qin Ming, do you want to rest for a while?" Jin Zhi'an asked. Qin Ming had just fought with Jin Zhi Jun, so he must have wasted a lot of energy.    

This was a spar, not a life-and-death battle, so he naturally had to be a gentleman.    

Qin Ming shook his head. "I have already rested."    

"I lost to you last time, and now my strength has increased again. Please advise me."    

"Your strength has indeed increased a lot. Who knows who will guide you later?" Jin Zhi An smiled. He was very satisfied with Qin Ming's words.    

Only his sister had seen his battle with Qin Ming. He would never tell the audience that he had defeated Qin Ming once just to publicize himself.    

What Qin Ming said was more convincing than what he said in public.    

He would let the audience know that the battle between the two of them was equivalent to Qin Ming challenging them again.    

This way, even if he lost this battle, it would not affect his reputation much.    

Qin Ming had obviously thought of this, and that was why he purposely gave him face.    

The reason his father arranged this battle was not only to motivate him, but also to show Qin Ming's talent in martial arts to everyone, so that they would have confidence in Qin Ming.    

Qin Ming's bloodline needed to consume a large amount of black stones to break through to the peak of the Divine Beast realm. This required the support of all the higher-ups of the Golden Mysterious Macaque Race.    

Moreover, if Qin Ming's martial arts strength really reached the pinnacle, he might need to control the entire Golden Mysterious Macaque Race.    

Now, he was paving the way for Qin Ming's future.    

"Qin Ming, let me see your true strength." Jin Zhi'an didn't say anything more. He tightened the sword in his hand, and his body was filled with combat intent. The Qi in his body was also boiling.    

He had already transformed, which was why his Qi was so powerful. However, the transformation of Jin Zhi'an's bloodline didn't change much, so the more he didn't look afraid of Qin Ming.    

Qin Ming's elbow, knee, and forehead were all barbs. There was a fiery red long tail on his tailbone. When it rubbed against the ground, it made a creaking sound.    

Facing Jin Zhi'an's aura, Qin Ming did not suppress his aura anymore. A terrifying killing intent spread across the entire arena.    

Qin Ming became even more terrifying. Just by standing there, it made many of the spectators who had yet to reach the Divine Beast Realm feel afraid.    

They were all Martial Cultivators, and they weren't weak at all. However, when they felt the terrifying killing intent released from Qin Ming's body, they actually had the impulse to run.