Another one died

Seeing the Sword-Wielding Martial Artist's sword strike, Qin Ming's expression did not change; he released his grip on the man's shoulder.

Just as the Sword-Wielding Martial Artist thought his scheme had succeeded and he could turn to flee, he did not expect that Qin Ming would not continue his attack, but instead charge headlong into him.

"This…" The Sword-Wielding Martial Artist's pupils constricted violently. How was he supposed to dodge this now?

This collision was unlike the previous punch; Qin Ming had only used eighty percent of his strength for that punch, which could be dodged, and it wasn't very fast either.

But this collision involved the entirety of Qin Ming's broad chest, which was not something he could dodge just by wanting to.

"I don't believe it. Your fists are powerful, but your body can't be that sturdy as well." The Sword-Wielding Martial Artist felt that while Qin Ming had great strength, his body might not necessarily be extremely tough.

As long as he could withstand this blow and free himself, he would flee immediately.

"Bang!" The Sword-Wielding Martial Artist let out a muffled groan, secretly cursing his bad luck in his heart.

He felt as if his internal organs had been violently assaulted, as if someone were taking an iron hammer and directly pounding his internal organs, causing his body to tremble.

"Still want to run?" Qin Ming looked at the trembling Sword-Wielding Martial Artist, who had no Power left to fight back, and threw a punch directly at his chest.

"Big Brother, save me!" This battle might take a long time to describe, but in reality, it happened in the blink of an eye, and the Scarred Martial Artist had only just reacted.

"Don't kill my brother!" the Scarred Martial Artist shouted loudly.

Qin Ming sneered and did not stop his attack, slamming his fist fiercely into the Sword-Wielding Martial Artist's chest.

As expected, the Sword-Wielding Martial Artist's entire chest was pierced through.

When Qin Ming walked past them, he had already thought about attacking; he did not believe that the Feng Huo Three Brothers would be kind enough to let him go.

If they were the type to let people go so easily, they wouldn't have made such a big name for themselves.

Qin Ming had heard of their reputation in Yan City. The three of them rarely attacked Martial Artists of the same rank; they only killed Martial Grandmasters, Martial Spirits, and Martial Ancestors. Because of this, they were despised by all the Bandits.

Martial Artists below the Martial King rank generally possessed far less wealth than Martial Kings, so most Martial King Bandits focused their targets on other Martial Kings.

Attacking Martial Artists below the Martial King rank, while safe, yielded much less wealth and would also offend the Power behind those Martial Artists.

Therefore, most Bandits focused their targets on those of the same rank, but the Feng Huo Three Brothers targeted Martial Artists far weaker than themselves, making all Martial Kings ashamed of their conduct.

They truly brought shame to the Martial King rank.

However, these three were very good at hiding, and most of the time, they only acted when they had absolute certainty of success.

Now, unable to discern Qin Ming's identity, but seeing that Qin Ming clearly wasn't an ordinary Martial Artist and was all alone, given their despicable nature, it would be strange if they didn't attack.

After killing the Sword-Wielding Martial Artist, Qin Ming turned his gaze toward the Scarred Martial Artist.

"Whoosh." Seeing Qin Ming's gaze and his two fallen brothers, the Scarred Martial Artist didn't even think; he ran toward the distance.

Qin Ming quickly gave chase.

However, the Scarred Martial Artist had clearly prepared in advance; he charged directly toward a nearby river and jumped in without hesitation.

Qin Ming halted his steps. He wouldn't jump; he hadn't investigated what was in the river, and what if there was a ferocious Demonic Beast inside?

Qin Ming wasn't afraid of one, but he feared the Demonic Beasts might be in a pack.

No one could say for sure what kind of Demonic Beasts were in the water.

Qin Ming turned around and began to collect the belongings of the Feng Huo Three Brothers.

Although Qin Ming currently had many Spirit Stones, no one would complain about having too many, especially since the two dead men were Martial Kings and, furthermore, Bandits; they should have quite a lot of wealth on them.