Alchemy & Martial Supreme

Now, he finally understood why Song Chaoyun wanted to follow Qin Ming around.    

Qin Ming must have comprehended the Great Dao and had an extraordinary opportunity. He would definitely be able to break through to the Saint Beast realm.    

The path of martial arts for such a Martial Cultivator was very broad. No one knew how far he could walk.    

Perhaps the limit was at the late stage of the holy beast realm, or perhaps the limit was at the peak of the holy beast realm.    

"Regret is useless. Kill him. Only then can I live. I can live even better. " The fear in Yuan Long's eyes disappeared, and a trace of courage appeared on his body for no reason.    

As the son of a noble family, yuan Long's courage had returned at a critical moment.    

Qin Ming had almost killed him in the arena earlier, scaring him out of his wits. After such a long time, he finally recovered.    

The others at the side saw the change in Yuan Long's aura and smiled faintly.    

Every faction had nurtured quite a number of descendants. Apart from the direct descendants, not many were able to stand out in the end. If not for his grandfather being a Saint Beast expert, with his martial talent, yuan Long would have long been obliterated in the sea of people.    

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On the arena, after Qin Ming repelled Frenzied Axe, he did not stop. Instead, he charged forward with indomitable will towards Frenzied Axe.    

After being defeated by Qin Ming, his chest felt stuffy, but Crazy Axe did not wake up.    

His eyes were red. When he saw the rapidly approaching Qin Ming, he did not retreat. Instead, he moved forward with a giant axe dancing with great power.    

"Good timing." Facing the crazy axe, Qin Ming shouted loudly. He threw another punch at the axe with all his strength.    

This time, he didn't have much time to gather the Wind and Fire Dao, so the power was not as great as before.    

But blocking the attack of the Frenzied Axe and forcing it back was more than enough.    

One punch, two punches, Qin Ming did not stop attacking, like a storm, forcing Crazy Axe to retreat.    

Ever since Crazy Axe stepped onto the arena, the sound of banging had never stopped.    

This was the collision of strength and strength. It made the Martial Cultivator below the arena feel their blood boil.    

There were very few Martial Cultivator that specialized in tempering the body, and the Martial Cultivator were rarely able to see battles that specialized in refining the body. What was even rarer was that there were people who would choose to clash head-on with the body refining Martial Cultivator.    

Many female Martial Cultivator let out shrill cries as they waved their arms. Their eyes were filled with passion as they looked at Qin Ming, bouncing and jumping.    

She had never fought before. Her blood was boiling, and her fists were hitting her flesh.    

Compared to this side, the 19 arenas by the side were as soft as a house, without any attention at all.    

Therefore, other than the referee, most of the Martial Cultivator were gathered below Qin Ming's arenas.    

This made those Martial Cultivator who wanted to show off their skills on the arenas extremely depressed.    

On the arena, Qin Ming's over a hundred punches were finally not enough to support Frenzied Axe. He spat out a mouthful of blood, and his crazy eyes slowly became clear.    

"How could this be?" Crazy Axe finally came to his senses. He was seriously injured, and many of his internal organs had been shifted. His arm, which was holding the weapon, had become numb. Everything that had happened before was still vivid in his mind. Crazy Axe stared with his huge fish eyes, and his face was filled with disbelief.    

Previously, he was unconscious, so he couldn't control himself at all.    

This was the drawback of the Body Tempering Origin Skill that he was cultivating. It was also a great benefit.    

Insanity was naturally the drawback.    

However, this disadvantage could greatly increase one's combat strength. This bit of disadvantage was nothing.    

There had never been a Martial Cultivator that could wake him up from his unconscious state.    

Qin Ming was the first.