The forbidden technique disappears

"What a pity, the medicinal effect is weakening." Qin Ming felt a bit greedy.

The first heart mending pill just now had allowed him to re-Cultivate his Martial Spirit three times, bringing the total number of Martial Spirit Cultivations to seven.

But now, this heart mending pill only increased his Martial Spirit Cultivation count by one, reaching eight times.

"It's already very good; this is equivalent to Cultivating the entire Martial Spirit Realm all over again. If a real Martial Spirit Martial Artist took this Medicinal Pill, they would likely Breakthrough the Martial Spirit Realm and become a Martial King directly."

Qin Ming comforted himself. He had also successfully tested the effects of the heart mending pill. If given to an ordinary Martial Spirit, this Medicinal Pill could not only heal their injuries but also allow them to Breakthrough the Martial Spirit Realm to reach Martial King without any resistance.

However, if one in the Martial King Realm consumed this Medicinal Pill, they would at most reach the Martial King Peak. This was because the key to a Martial King breaking through to Martial Emperor was not Spiritual Qi, but rather comprehending 'Force,' and the heart mending pill clearly could not help a Martial Artist comprehend 'Force'.

While the Evil Young Master was panting heavily, Qin Ming had almost fully recovered. At the same time, he felt the medicinal power of the heart mending pill within his body disappearing.

He quickly took out another perfect quality heart mending pill and swallowed it.

"You… you… have more?" The Evil Young Master looked at Qin Ming as if he were a monster and backed away violently. At the same time, he had a sinking feeling that things were going to end badly.

With Qin Ming endlessly taking out Medicinal Pills, he estimated that even if he spent the entire duration of his Forbidden Art hitting him, he likely wouldn't be able to exhaust Qin Ming's supply.

The thought that he might run out of time on his Forbidden Art before exhausting Qin Ming's pills made him realize he was in danger.

He currently had no weapon and could only fight bare-handed. If the Forbidden Art duration for both of them expired, he would absolutely be no match for Qin Ming.

Qin Ming was faster than him and stronger than him; when that time came, the situation would be reversed.

"No, I must take this opportunity to kill him." A murderous light flashed in the Evil Young Master's eyes. He gritted his teeth and walked toward Qin Ming.

He already felt very tired. Beating Qin Ming was simply too physically demanding, especially since attacking at such a high speed wasted even more stamina.

"Die, die, die…" He attacked Qin Ming relentlessly, strike after strike. The Evil Young Master had gone mad, fighting with his very life.

After a flurry of blows, the Evil Young Master would run out of strength and could only lie on the ground panting.

At those moments, Qin Ming would take out another heart mending pill and swallow it.

"Ah… die, die…" The Evil Young Master's face twisted as he struggled to get up and deliver another barrage of punches and kicks to Qin Ming.

"What's wrong? Didn't you eat?" Qin Ming felt the strength of the Evil Young Master's attacks getting weaker and weaker, so he couldn't help but mock him.

He wanted the Evil Young Master to attack harder so that his bones would shatter, allowing the heart mending pill to take effect.

Unable to withstand the provocation, the Evil Young Master continued his fierce assault on Qin Ming.

Just like that, through round after round of attacks, the Evil Young Master's power grew weaker, and the fifteen-minute mark was fast approaching.

"Sigh… I can only reach nine times for the Martial Spirit at most. I was hoping to break through the Martial Spirit in one go, but it seems it's not going to work." Qin Ming shook his head slightly and sighed. The effect of the heart mending pill was getting worse and worse, until now it had no effect at all.

Seeing Qin Ming shake his head, the Evil Young Master spat out a mouthful of blood.

I used all my strength to hit you, yet you're still despising me for not using enough power. He felt incredibly aggrieved. This mouthful of blood was partly out of anger and partly out of desperation.

Because he could already feel his Forbidden Art disappearing.