Evil Master

One was a Body Tempering Martial Artist, the other held a powerful weapon; for a moment, Qin Ming was caught in a dilemma.

Being passive was not in Qin Ming's nature; turning passivity into initiative was Qin Ming's style.

He turned and flew towards the Holy Master. Although the Holy Master practiced Body Refining, his strength was not that great. Meanwhile, the Evil Young Master held the evil dragon whip, making it impossible for Qin Ming to get close. Naturally, one should pick the softest persimmon to squeeze.

"Fierce Dragon Absolute." Qin Ming gathered Spiritual Qi in his feet and, with a flash, dodged the obstruction of the Evil Young Master's long whip, appearing behind the Holy Master.

The Holy Master was a Body Tempering Martial Artist, and his movement technique was not fast—at least, it could not compare to Qin Ming's. He was immediately kicked again and sent flying towards the ground.

This time, the Holy Master was fully focused. He blocked Qin Ming's attack with his arms; although his arms felt numb, at least he wasn't injured like the previous two times.

Qin Ming wanted to continue the pursuit, but the Evil Young Master repeated his old trick, causing Qin Ming's attack to be interrupted.

"Damn it, this isn't working." Qin Ming was annoyed. If not for the Evil Young Master, killing this damn Holy Master would definitely be a matter of minutes.

"Bastard, bastard." The Holy Master's eyes were bloodshot, and he looked as if he was about to breathe fire.

This was the third time he had been knocked flying. The injuries weren't too severe, but it was extremely humiliating.

When had he ever suffered such a loss? He immediately felt that Qin Ming was treating him like a soft persimmon, and a nameless rage surged in his heart, making him want to tear Qin Ming into ten thousand pieces.

"How is your speed so fast?" The Evil Young Master's expression was solemn. He initially thought it was just a coincidence, but the repeated attacks made him realize that Qin Ming's speed was extraordinary.

Although the Holy Master was not skilled in speed, he was not someone that just any Martial Artist could hit.

Yet, Qin Ming's attacks never missed, which clearly showed that his speed was beyond what the Holy Master could compare to.

Qin Ming did not answer the Evil Young Master, pondering how to break the deadlock.

He did not want to drag this out; who knew if these two had sent people to attack his Family.

The Evil Young Master clearly lacked patience. Seeing that Qin Ming did not reply, he immediately charged towards Qin Ming.

Qin Ming flashed away, not entangling with the Evil Young Master, but instead appearing behind the Holy Master and kicking him again.

"Ah!" The Holy Master was kicked away, letting out an angry roar; he felt insulted.

In that instant, Qin Ming also realized that with these two working together, he could not fight them head-on; he could only defeat them one by one.

Although the Holy Master's injuries from each attack were not severe, the accumulation would still be enough to take his life.

"Ah…" The Holy Master flew back and forth in the air just like that, looking extremely disheveled.

Attack after attack also caused the Holy Master's arms to completely lose sensation.

"Damn it." The Evil Young Master also saw through Qin Ming's plan, but unfortunately, although his attacks made Qin Ming wary, his speed could not match Qin Ming's, so he could only be led by the nose by Qin Ming.

"Ah!" The Holy Master's arms were numb and unable to parry Qin Ming's attack, so he was kicked squarely in the nose by Qin Ming on the spot, sending blood flying.

The Holy Master completely broke down; he roared, and his Aura surged.

"Forbidden Art?" Qin Ming was surprised and quickly retreated.

"Ah, Qin Ming, die! To be able to force out my Forbidden Art, you are already proud enough. I will tear you into pieces." After using the Forbidden Art, the Holy Master's self-confidence exploded, and he laughed wildly.

Qin Ming shook his head, wondering if this kid had been beaten stupid.

"Come on, why aren't you coming? Aren't you fast? Why aren't you attacking?" The Holy Master shouted loudly.

"Why would I go over there? Wouldn't it be better if I waited for your Forbidden Art to end and then came to collect your corpse?" Qin Ming said matter-of-factly.