Alchemy & Martial Supreme

That was the Ninth Grade Sword. No matter how hard Qin Ming's fist was, he wouldn't dare say that it was as hard as the Ninth Grade Sword.    

"Even if I'm restricted, I can still defeat you!"    

Clenching his fist, Qin Ming dodged and threw another punch towards Wang Zhenwei's chest.    

"This is really uncomfortable!"    

Looking at Qin Ming's powerful punch, he could feel the surging Power of Divine Soul on top of it. What? Wang Zhenwei felt that Qin Ming was like a hedgehog with nowhere to attack.    

His strength was not as strong as his opponent's, and his speed was also incomparable. The Spirit Skills was not as high as his, and even the Power of Divine Soul was defeated by him. Wang Zhenwei really had no idea how he should fight this battle.    

But he wasn't someone who would give up easily.    

The two swords drew in the air. The sword carried a strong force of heaven and earth, and it was mixed with the Power of Divine Soul.    

"Twin Heavens of Nine Clouds."    

A visible ripple was sent out from the two swords, aiming at Qin Ming's fist. The ripple contained the force of heaven and earth, overlapping layer by layer.    

Qin Ming's fist was like hitting a swamp, slow and powerless.    

"He lost?"    

Wang Zhenwei saw that although Qin Ming was slow, his fist was moving towards him bit by bit. His face was ashen.    

He had used his strongest attack, but after Qin Ming's attack canceled out his attack, he could still move forward. Obviously, his most powerful attack was useless.    

If his guess was correct, Qin Ming did not use his ultimate move.    

"Looks like I can only use the Forbidden Pill!"    

Retracting his sword, Wang Zhenwei turned around and dodged Qin Ming's attack. His mouth was gasping for breath. The sword attack just now had consumed a lot of his energy.    

When Qin Ming saw Wang Zhenwei dodge, he didn't chase after him. He just stood there quietly, looking at what Wang Zhenwei was trying to do.    

Wang Zhenwei took out a Forbidden Pill from his Dimensional Ring. He hesitated for a moment and was about to swallow it.    

"Wait!" Qin Ming shouted.    

"Huh?" Wang Zhenwei looked at Qin Ming and saw that Qin Ming was also holding a Forbidden Pill in his hand. Looking at its appearance, it was much better than the Forbidden Pill in his hand.    

"Even you have a Forbidden Pill, how can I, the owner of the Perfect Grade Nine Pills, not have a Forbidden Pill?" Qin Ming said faintly, "You better not consume it!"    

"I assure you, the power of your Forbidden Pill is not as great as mine."    

"After you consume the Forbidden Pill, you will have no chance of winning. You should save some pill!"    

After thinking for a while, Wang Zhenwei's trembling hand placed the Forbidden Pill into the Dimensional Ring. Just like what Qin Ming had said, how could he possibly have as much as Qin Ming's Perfect Pills?    

Furthermore, the pill in his hand had a huge side effect. Unless it was absolutely necessary, he didn't want to consume it.    

Now that he had consumed the pill and lost even more miserably, he naturally wouldn't consume it.    

"Looks like you don't have any other methods!" The corner of Qin Ming's mouth rose as he strode forward as fast as flying and punched out.    

"Bang!"    

Wang Zhenwei waved his swords with all his strength, and blocked the attack.    

Seeing Wang Zhenwei blocking the attack, Qin Ming was not surprised. He threw another punch at Wang Zhenwei's swords.    

"Bang!"    

The two swords collided with the fists, creating a loud sound. Qin Ming frowned slightly.    

His fist made contact with the two swords again. There was a faint mark on his fist, and there was a slight pain.    

Qin Ming felt a slight pain in his fist. Wang Zhenwei, who had been knocked back by the two swords, felt more than just pain. His palms felt like they were going to split open, and it was a heart-wrenching pain.    

This was one thing, but every strike of Qin Ming carried the force of heaven and earth and the Power of Divine Soul. The grade of the Power of Divine Soul was just too high. He could only feel that his entire body was drifting.    

The strength of Qin Ming's fist was transmitted to his body through the dual swords, making his chest feel stuffy.