Alchemy & Martial Supreme

This was because he was using the forces behind him to deal with Qin Ming. Everyone was furious at his actions, but there was nothing they could do about it.    

They had gotten used to it. Which of those young masters didn't rely on their own power to show off in front of them?    

Power was also a type of power. No matter how hard they worked, sometimes it was better than winning.    

On the stage, Qin Ming kept stepping back. The Martial Cultivator didn't have any good ideas either. They could only wave their fists and shout loudly to cheer Qin Ming up.    

Some of the more observant Martial Cultivator could see that something was wrong with Qin Ming on the stage.    

Even if they saved energy, retreating repeatedly like this was definitely not the best choice.    

Although he could save energy in a short period of time, letting Ghost Blade seize the opportunity could even force Qin Ming to attack with all his strength, which would consume even more energy.    

They had seen the previous battles, so they naturally knew that Qin Ming had a lot of combat experience. Why would he choose such an unreasonable way of dealing with it?    

Of course, most ordinary Martial Cultivator didn't have this kind of eyesight. They could only see Qin Ming's embarrassment, but they couldn't see anything unusual about it.    

When Qin Ming was retreating step by step, it seemed like he couldn't hold on anymore. However, ghost Blade's face no longer had a smile. Instead, he became even more cautious.    

Gui Dao had been through hundreds of battles. Even if he did not know what Qin Ming was doing, he could sense that this was the calm before the storm.    

Therefore, gui Dao's eyes were fixed on Qin Ming, ready to prevent any accidents from happening.    

Sure enough, in just a moment, he felt a tremendous pressure from Qin Ming.    

"Not good." Ghost Blade suddenly thought of Qin Ming's shocking attack.    

In fact, before he went on stage, ghost Blade had reminded himself to be careful of Qin Ming's attack.    

However, everything went too smoothly after he went on stage. And now, he had almost used up all of his energy. He planned to attack a few more rounds before he walked down the stage and admitted defeat. He had been careless for a moment.    

When he suddenly felt the strong pressure from Qin Ming, ghost Blade finally reacted, but it was already too late.    

Qin Ming raised his fist high up into the air and punched towards Gui Dao's chest with indomitable force.    

The sharp sound of the wind and the powerful pressure caused Gui Dao's heart to tighten. An unprecedented sense of crisis made his scalp tingle.    

Qin Ming didn't even try to conceal this punch. The purpose of this punch was to kill him.    

If I can't block it, I'm going to die!    

Faced with such a powerful punch, gui Dao suddenly had the thought of dying for no reason.    

For the first time, he felt death so close to him.    

"Argh..." Gui Dao shouted. Both of his hands tightly gripped the blade in his hands, placing him in front of his chest, blocking the path that Qin Ming's fist had to pass through.    

Previously, his continuous attacks had caused his body's center of gravity to shift forward. Qin Ming suddenly attacked again. The two of them were extremely close, and there was no way for them to dodge.    

They could only choose to receive it head on. There was no second option.    

Qin Ming's fist landed on the large saber in Ghost Blade's hand. The powerful wind and fire dao on it gave off a world-shaking power.    

"Bang!"    

Along with a loud sound, the blade in Ghost Blade's hand was knocked back. The powerful force sent him flying. Both of his hands, which were holding the blade, had lost all feeling. His hands were trembling irregularly, and his ribs were broken.    

Feeling the intense pain, ghost Blade could not exhale no matter how hard he tried. His entire body was trembling.