Alchemy & Martial Supreme

At this moment, he suddenly understood what kind of despair Zhu Lechun was facing. Such an attack was not something these geniuses could withstand. Perhaps only the monstrous genius of the Martial Path, Chen Xiuxian, could block it.    

No, even Chen Xiuxian couldn't block it. There was only one way, not giving Qin Ming any time to accumulate strength.    

Such an attack would definitely require a long time to accumulate energy and a large amount of Dao energy. As long as Qin Ming didn't have time to accumulate energy, it would be impossible for him to launch such a powerful attack.    

The reason why Qin Ming and Zhu Lechun were fighting earlier was because of the fog. Even if Zhu Lechun didn't want to gather energy for Qin Ming, he wouldn't be able to do it. The situation of the battle was completely under Qin Ming's control.    

He had deliberately given Qin Ming some time in this battle. Initially, he thought that the longer the battle dragged on, the more advantageous it would be for him.    

Now, he understood that he was thinking too much. Giving Qin Ming time was courting death.    

"I admit defeat!" Ran Sibo once again called out to admit defeat, his hand tightly gripping his saber, his eyes becoming firm.    

Since he had chosen the path of martial arts, he would definitely have to face danger. Ever since he started cultivating martial arts, he already had the resolve to die.    

Ran Sibo admitting defeat was not out of Qin Ming's expectations. It was just that even if Ran Sibo admitted defeat, this punch of his was not something that could be taken back just because he wanted to.    

If he could integrate 100% of the Wind and Fire Dao, he might be able to do it. But now, he had to continue this punch.    

"Attack as you wish, don't stick to your moves and Dao!" Qin Ming shouted at Ran Sibo, his fist fiercely pounding on his chest. Although he could not withdraw all of it, Qin Ming was trying his best to reduce the power of this move. He only hoped that Ran Sibo could survive.    

Hearing Qin Ming's words, a light flashed in Ran Sibo's mind.    

Qin Ming's meaning was to tell him not to be stuck in his moves and not in the Dao.    

Could it be that the real meaning was to make his body react on its own?    

Under the threat of death, his brain spun faster than ever, and with Qin Ming's words that seemed to have been enlightened, he suddenly understood.    

"I understand!" Ran Sibo held the handle of the knife. There was no despair and fear on his face. Instead, he was eager to give it a try.    

He raised his sword and did not use any moves. He slashed at Qin Ming's fist. There was no loud collision sound. Instead, it was as if it was attached to Qin Ming's fist.    

However, this lasted for a very short period of time. In an instant, the powerful wind and fire passed through the flames and hit the blade.    

Ran Sibo could no longer hold the blade in his hand and was sent flying. At the same time, Qin Ming's fist was aimed at Honse's chest from top to bottom.    

Ran Sibo only had time to stretch out his arm to block his chest and gather all his strength to block it.    

After the force of the saber and the counterforce of Qin Ming's wind and fire, the fist that hit his arm still broke it in an instant.    

However, after a few buffs, Qin Ming's fist finally stopped.    

Ran Sibo took seven steps back and sat on the ground. The bones in his arms were completely broken. He lay on the side, blood flowing from the corner of his mouth as he kept coughing.    

He gritted his teeth and endured the enormous pain on his body.    

At this time, the referee had already arrived in front of Ran Sibo and started to check his injuries.    

Ran Sibo shook his head. Now that he had gotten used to it, he felt less pain. The pain on his face disappeared and he laughed.