Alchemy & Martial Supreme

Qin Ming had absolute confidence that his Ultimate Defense could withstand a single blow.    

Besides, it was just a ferocious beast at the early stage of the Half-Step Supreme Realm. No matter how much force it accumulated, it would be useless.    

Once the ferocious beast accumulated its strength and used its strongest attack, there would definitely be a flaw.    

Qin Ming watched the ferocious beast leisurely and waited for its attack.    

Facing Qin Ming's unmoving attitude, the ferocious beast was a little suspicious.    

The aura on his body was getting stronger and stronger. Could it be that the other party did not sense it?    

The ferocious beast did not think too much about it. It had already accumulated its strength. There was no way it would turn around and run.    

The ferocious beast roared and rushed towards Qin Ming at its fastest speed. Its huge body was like a small mountain. Even though it had not attacked yet, the oppressive feeling made Hua Yuankui, who was a distance away, feel that it was difficult to breathe.    

Hua Yuankui's palms were sweating for Qin Ming.    

Boom...    

The ferocious beast crashed into Qin Ming. When it finally made its move, a horn had grown out of the ferocious beast's forehead. The horn pierced straight towards Qin Ming.    

The horn was not too sharp, but the pitch-black color made it look extremely hard.    

It did not need to be sharp. The powerful impact would pierce through anyone who was hit by the horn. Blood would flow like a fountain.    

Besides, the human Martial Cultivator in front of him was very small. The small horn was only compared to its huge body. To Qin Ming, the horn was even bigger than him.    

However, what made the ferocious beast extremely shocked was that Qin Ming was not the one who was sent flying, but he himself.    

The ferocious beast only felt that it had hit a huge mountain.    

No, it was definitely not just hitting a huge mountain.    

With the strength of its body, even if it hit a towering mountain, it could still break it.    

However, the ferocious beast felt that the one who was broken was not Qin Ming, but it.    

Its horn had been smashed into its own body. It felt that its head was extremely painful, and the horn had penetrated deep into its skull.    

Just how much force had it used to smash its horn into its own body? How deep was the hole?    

Before the ferocious beast could recover from its shock and pain, Qin Ming's fist had already arrived.    

One punch, two punches... Qin Ming used his fist to hammer the ferocious beast's head at an extremely fast speed.    

During the previous battle, the ferocious beast had tried its best to protect its head when fighting with him.    

However, after this collision, it was already dizzy and had a splitting headache. It was in so much pain that it could not even open its eyes. How could it defend against Qin Ming's attack?    

One punch after another, the ferocious beast screamed miserably, but its voice became softer and softer. Finally, it laid on the ground motionlessly.    

Qin Ming did not stop. He only stopped when he forcefully smashed the ferocious beast's head with his fist.    

"Huff …" Qin Ming gasped for breath.    

It was truly difficult to kill a body-refining Vicious Beast.    

Of course, this was because he did not use the power of the rules. He only used the power of the body to kill the Vicious Beast.    

Although it was very tiring, he had to admit that the feeling of punches hitting flesh was really very comfortable.    

Using his body's pure strength to kill the Vicious Beast, Qin Ming felt incomparably joyful and proud.    

His strength was actually able to defeat the Vicious Beast, defeating it in the aspect that the Vicious Beast was most proficient in.    

When the Vicious Beast was about to die, Qin Ming saw fear in its eyes.    

Even a Half-Zhizun Vicious Beast was scared by him. He was even more ferocious than the Vicious Beast.