Qin Ming stared at Wang Zhenwei's silver-white swords and sighed in his heart. If he had gloves, he wouldn't have had to transform into palms just now and punch them. A martial saint with such weak strength would not be able to take his blow.
"You have to go all out, otherwise... you will die!"
Looking away, Qin Ming said calmly, Wang Zhenwei didn't use all his strength just now.
At first, these people despised him, or they were afraid that if they accidentally killed him, the channel for the perfect elixir would disappear, so they kept some strength.
Wang Zhenwei stared at Qin Ming with a solemn expression, nodded, and held the rapier tightly with both hands.
Seeing that Wang Zhenwei was ready, Qin Ming tapped the ground lightly, and like an arrow from a bow, the man appeared in front of him with a whooshing sound, and struck Wang Zhenwei's chest with a punch like thunder.
Looking at the extremely terrifying fist, Wang Zhenwei's expression changed slightly. Qin Ming didn't use his full strength in the punch just now.
"Can't force it!"
With the power of his soul gathered all over his body, Wang Zhenwei moved sideways to the left. The two swords in his hands were like fluttering butterflies, dazzling people, and moved toward Qin Ming.
"The power of the soul is pretty good!"
Seeing that Wang Zhenwei did not move stubbornly, Qin Ming admired in his heart that his soul was of earth level and could move without being affected at all, which proved that Wang Zhenwei's soul power was not weak.
Even if the grade is not as high as his, the quantity is definitely not less than his.
If it were a protracted battle, Wang Zhenwei would definitely not be his opponent if he wasted his soul power like this. But in a warrior battle, the winner would be decided in a split second. Without an overwhelming advantage, the suppression of momentum would be of no use.
With a slight smile, Qin Ming gathered the power of the soul in his palms and struck Wang Zhenwei's swords regardless.
"Raptor Zetsu!"
"What?" Wang Zhenwei was horrified, Qin Mingquan The power of the soul must be too much, and the grade seems to be very high.
He wanted to withdraw his swords, but Qin Ming's punch was too fast. As a last resort, Wang Zhenwei took the blow forcefully.
"Zizzi."
Wang Zhenwei stepped back and his swords were stuck on the ground, rubbing against the bluestone ground and making an unpleasant sound.
"So strong."
Stopping, Wang Zhenwei looked at Qin Ming in shock, gasping for air.
"The head of the family...lost?"
Looking at Wang Zhenwei's embarrassed appearance, everyone in the distance was shocked.
How strong the Patriarch’s fighting ability is. Everyone who has fought with him knows that in the entire Senmu City, the Patriarch of the Mori Family is the most powerful on the surface, but in fact, the Patriarch of the Mori Family and the Mu Family Patriarch combined are no match for the Patriarch.
This is something they have always been proud of, but now they have lost to Qin Ming.
"I can't...defeat."
Panting heavily, Wang Zhenwei stood up straight, placed his swords in front of his chest, and assumed an attacking posture.
Only he can deal with Qin Ming in the entire family, and the entire family cannot lack him.
Without him, the family will definitely be annexed by the Mori family and the Mu family, and he cannot be defeated no matter what.
In the distance, Qin Ming rubbed his fist, and there was a small red mark on it. This was a hard fight with Wang Zhenwei just now. He used a fist of flesh and blood to hit the double metal swords, and was slightly injured.
With Qin Ming's gentle rubbing, the tiny red mark on his fist completely disappeared, and he could no longer feel the pain.
"Since the Raptors' breakthrough, not only has my body become stronger, but my recovery ability has also become much stronger."
"Even without gloves, my fists can still survive a fight!"
But I can't attack the opponent's long sword head-on, which limits my ability to exert my strength! Qin Ming stared at Wang Zhenwei's silver-white swords and sighed in his heart. If he had had gloves, he wouldn't have had to transform into palms just now, and punched down.
Such a weak martial saint could not take his blow.
"You have to go all out, otherwise... you will die!"
Looking away, Qin Ming said calmly, Wang Zhenwei didn't use all his strength just now.
At first, these people despised him, or they were afraid that if they accidentally killed him, the channel for the perfect elixir would disappear, so they kept some strength.
Wang Zhenwei stared at Qin Ming with a solemn expression, nodded, and held the rapier tightly with both hands.
Seeing that Wang Zhenwei was ready, Qin Ming tapped the ground lightly, and like an arrow from a bow, the man appeared in front of him with a whooshing sound, and struck Wang Zhenwei's chest with a punch like thunder.
Looking at the extremely terrifying fist, Wang Zhenwei's expression changed slightly. Qin Ming didn't use his full strength in the punch just now.
"Can't force it!"
With the power of his soul gathered all over his body, Wang Zhenwei moved sideways to the left. The two swords in his hands were like fluttering butterflies, dazzling people, and moved toward Qin Ming.
"The power of the soul is pretty good!"
Seeing that Wang Zhenwei did not move stubbornly, Qin Ming admired in his heart that his soul was of earth level and could move without being affected at all, which proved that Wang Zhenwei's soul power was not weak.
Even if the grade is not as high as his, the quantity is definitely not less than his.
If it were a protracted battle, Wang Zhenwei would definitely not be his opponent if he wasted his soul power like this. But in a warrior battle, the winner would be decided in a split second. Without an overwhelming advantage, the suppression of momentum would be of no use.
With a slight smile, Qin Ming gathered the power of the soul in his palms and struck Wang Zhenwei's swords regardless.
"Raptor Zetsu!"
"What?" Wang Zhenwei was horrified, Qin Mingquan The power of the soul must be too much, and the grade seems to be very high.
He wanted to withdraw his swords, but Qin Ming's punch was too fast. As a last resort, Wang Zhenwei took the blow forcefully.
"Zizzi."
Wang Zhenwei stepped back and his swords were stuck on the ground, rubbing against the bluestone ground and making an unpleasant sound.
"So strong."
Stopping, Wang Zhenwei looked at Qin Ming in shock, gasping for air.
"The head of the family...lost?"
Looking at Wang Zhenwei's embarrassed appearance, everyone in the distance was shocked.
How strong the Patriarch’s fighting ability is. Everyone who has fought with him knows that in the entire Senmu City, the Patriarch of the Mori Family is the most powerful on the surface, but in fact, the Patriarch of the Mori Family and the Mu Family Patriarch combined are no match for the Patriarch.
This is something they have always been proud of, but now they have lost to Qin Ming.
"I can't...defeat."
Panting heavily, Wang Zhenwei stood up straight, placed his swords in front of his chest, and assumed an attacking posture.
Only he can deal with Qin Ming in the entire family, and the entire family cannot lack him.
Without him, the family will definitely be annexed by the Mori family and the Mu family, and he cannot be defeated no matter what.
In the distance, Qin Ming rubbed his fist, and there was a small red mark on it. This was a hard fight with Wang Zhenwei just now. He used a fist of flesh and blood to hit the double metal swords, and was slightly injured.
With Qin Ming's gentle rubbing, the tiny red mark on his fist completely disappeared, and he could no longer feel the pain.
"Since the Raptors' breakthrough, not only has my body become stronger, but my recovery ability has also become much stronger."
"Even without gloves, my fists can still survive a fight!"
But I can't attack the opponent's sword head-on, which limits my ability to play!