Alchemy & Martial Supreme

It could be imagined that Ran Sibo and Zhu Lechun both agreed with his strength.    

This naturally caused the Martial Cultivator to be curious. With a casual inquire, they knew that the Martial Cultivator standing at the center was called Qin Ming. His martial talent had already reached the monstrous level.    

Initially, they thought that this might be a false rumor. After all, they had never seen him before, so they were all curious about how strong Qin Ming's Martial Dao was.    

Was it the same as the rumors? Was his martial arts strength comparable to a Saint Beast expert?    

In reality, the battle had exceeded their expectations. Furthermore, they had not expected that there would really be a Saint Beast expert who could easily defeat their opponent.    

When Qin Ming attacked just now, no one in the surrounding Martial Cultivator felt that they had the ability to withstand that punch.    

Naturally, they saw Qin Ming looking at them. He was afraid that Qin Ming would be in a bad mood, so he had some thoughts about them, so he rushed over to attack them.    

"Hu... Hu..."    

The sounds of battle on the arena were endless, and there was a very quiet spot in the arena. Qin Ming sat cross-legged on the ground with his eyes closed. The sounds of the Martial Cultivator fighting around him weren't loud, as if they were afraid of attracting his attention.    

Halfway through the battle, most of the Martial Cultivator had already been eliminated. Qin Ming opened his eyes and looked around.    

"Don't come over!" The Martial Cultivator were shouting in their hearts.    

Qin Ming randomly chose a direction and walked towards the opposite party.    

"I admit defeat." When the Martial Cultivator saw Qin Ming enter his zone, it immediately said.    

Qin Ming showed mercy to the female Martial Cultivator, but he didn't necessarily show mercy to himself. He knew that he would lose, and even if he fought Qin Ming, it would only be a struggle for his life. It would be meaningless, and he might even lose his life.    

After seeing the Martial Cultivator withdraw, Qin Ming nodded his head, then turned around and walked to the other side.    

"I... I admit defeat!" The Martial Cultivator was very unwilling, but in the end, it tightened its grip on its weapon and admitted defeat.    

He really wanted to have a chance to enter the Chen Family's Ancestral Shrine, but Qin Ming had given him a huge pressure, so he had no choice but to give up.    

Since the Martial Cultivator had admitted defeat and won all three matches, according to the rules, he wouldn't be eliminated.    

In that case, Qin Ming returned to his own area and sat down cross-legged to rest.    

Seeing that Qin Ming didn't continue moving towards the other areas, the nearby Martial Cultivator heaved a sigh of relief.    

The pressure of a demonic genius was too strong. They were really afraid that Qin Ming wouldn't care about the outcome of the Martial Arts Competition. He only wanted to eliminate a little more Martial Cultivator.    

If he really did that, all of them would suffer.    

Fortunately, Qin Ming did not have this intention. After obtaining the qualifications, he would wait for the competition to end.    

There was no Martial Cultivator that wouldn't think about it. If Qin Ming didn't come out, they would take the initiative to provoke him.    

At this time, ran Sibo had also completed three battles, and easily won the battle.    

Among the people present, there were only a handful of people who could fight him. Ran Sibo did not want to meet those opponents who were on par with him in advance, but he wanted to obtain the qualification to continue the competition.    

Seeing that Qin Ming had finished the battle, ran Sibo wasn't surprised at all.    

"The strength of a genius is a lot stronger compared to an ordinary Martial Cultivator. And the strength of a monstrous grade Martial Cultivator is also much stronger than us geniuses." Ran Sibo clenched his fists tightly.