Alchemy & Martial Supreme

Qin Ming looked over. The center of the arena was empty, and that position was beside Ran Sibo.    

The more center the position, the higher the talent needed?    

This way, wouldn't some Martial Cultivator who felt that their talent was very high fight over the position?    

"Bang..." The sound of battle was transmitted over, accompanied by the loud roar of the Martial Cultivator.    

Some of the Martial Cultivator had already clashed with each other in order to be in the center of the battlefield.    

The few judges standing at the edge of the arena turned a blind eye to this. They only looked at the Martial Cultivator with smiles on their faces.    

Qin Ming did not think too much about it and stood beside Ran Sibo.    

No one dared to forcefully occupy this position.    

That was true. Some Martial Cultivator thought highly of themselves, but they were not stupid. After witnessing the strength of a genius like Ran Sibo and Zhu Lechun, they still dared to snatch the position in the middle. They would probably die without even knowing how they died.    

In the previous two battles, weapons were not allowed, but in the Martial Arts Conference, how could the Martial Cultivator not be allowed to use weapons?    

In terms of weapon cultivation, it was also a part of the Martial Cultivator's strength.    

If the Martial Dao Conference required the Martial Cultivator to use empty hands to fight, then what was the Martial Dao Conference called?    

As long as one used weapons, then it was very normal for a situation of death to occur.    

Unless there was a Divine Beast Realm powerhouse acting as the referee, it was simply impossible to predict danger and stop the battle in time.    

But what kind of person was a Divine Beast Realm expert? How could he be the referee for a competition of this level?    

The sounds of battle in the vicinity did not stop. There were already quite a number of Martial Cultivator that were fighting over the position. They were not fighting over the position, but were fighting over dignity.    

No one wanted to lose to others, especially those who thought they could win, but stood in front of them. Naturally, they felt uncomfortable.    

"I admit defeat!" No one knew who shouted this, but the judge next to him made a move and stopped the Martial Cultivator who was about to take the opportunity to kill.    

After saying this, there were a few more people who admitted defeat. The sound of the battle was obviously much softer. It seemed like the winner and loser had already been decided, and they had found their own positions.    

Someone had already been seriously injured before he admitted defeat. Now, he was lying in a pool of blood. He had been carried off the arena by someone, and there was one less person in the Martial Cultivator competition.    

Just as Qin Ming thought that this farce would come to an end, a tall and sturdy man with a tall and sturdy body appeared. The Martial Cultivator with a ferocious scar on its face said to the black-cloaked Martial Cultivator beside it: "I have long been unhappy with you, you are just a mystifying fellow!"    

Qin Ming looked to the side and gave the tall and sturdy Martial Cultivator an encouraging look.    

Truly, the ignorant are fearless. The other geniuses didn't dare to say anything to him. There was actually someone who dared to snatch his position.    

Qin Ming sensed the Qi on his body. Not bad. The burly man's strength was not ordinary. His Qi was full, and his body carried a strong killing intent.    

This man often fought. He had either killed many people or killed many Origin Beast. The smell on his body was filled with the scent of blood.    

A Martial Cultivator with a weak will might be frightened by his killing intent when facing the Martial Cultivator in front of him.    

However, the strength of this cloaked Martial Cultivator was not as simple as it appeared on the surface.    

Although this scarred man's strength was not bad, it was still far from the other party's.    

Just what kind of consequences would this scar-faced man have? It was entirely up to the cloaked Martial Cultivator to see what it wanted.