Qin Wushang's strength was terrifying. His divine force had been awakened to ninety-nine percent, and his power was shocking. Not only was his divine force extremely condensed, it even had a trace of the origin divine force's characteristics and was filled with destructive power.
With such divine force, the Seven Wounds Fist was not something the Qin Clan's genius could compare to.
"Moon Slash!"
Lu Ming pushed the divine force in his body to the maximum. With the seven types of divine divine force as the core, he condensed them into a ball and struck out with his long spear.
Boom!
The two clashed for the second time, and the power was even more terrifying. The stone platform under their feet shook violently.
This time, the two were still on par. It was hard to tell who was stronger.
The people below the stage were extremely shocked, especially Jin Xing.
When Lu Ming fought with him in the Qin Tian Star Field, although he was stronger than him, there was a limit. How long had it been since then? Lu Ming's strength had already reached such a level.
This level of strength was completely capable of insta-killing him.
"Seven Wounds Divine Fist!"
Qin Wushang roared as he punched out with both fists. Fist imprints shot out from his body and pressed down on Lu Ming.
"Sky Splitter, Moon Slash …"
Lu Ming continued to use the first two moves of the Apocalyptic Three Strikes to fight with Qin Wushang.
The two fought fiercely, and in the blink of an eye, they had exchanged dozens of blows. Even after dozens of blows, it was hard to tell who was stronger.
"Awesome!"
Lu Ming became more excited as the fight went on. His battle intent grew stronger, and he became more proficient in using the Apocalyptic Three Strikes.
His divine force was endless, and he was not afraid of exhausting it. He could push the power of each of his moves to the maximum.
As for Qin Wushang, the more he fought, the more shocked he became.
Lu Ming was only a fifth-level Heavenly God. With his cultivation, he thought he could easily take down Lu Ming. However, Lu Ming's strength had far exceeded his expectations.
Until now, he still had not taken down Lu Ming.
"Looks like I have no choice but to give it my all!"
A glint flashed across Qin Wukong's eyes. Soon after, his figure suddenly retreated rapidly. As he retreated, a green light suddenly appeared on his body.
Swoosh!
In the next instant, Qin Wukong's figure disappeared. On the stone platform, a series of afterimages appeared.
This was a terrifying speed-type divine skill. When it was used, the sky was filled with afterimages, and the speed was astonishing.
With Lu Ming's current eyesight, it was very difficult for an ordinary speed to leave an afterimage in his eyes.
To be able to leave an afterimage under his current eyesight, it could be seen how fast this speed was. It was faster than Lu Ming's eyesight.
"Speed Divine Skill, Level Eight!"
Lu Ming muttered.
He could tell that Qin Wukong was using a speed-type divine skill, but it had already reached the eighth level.
Under Divine King, being able to cultivate a divine skill to the eighth level was already extremely impressive.
For example, the Qin Clan's prodigy and Jin Jue had only cultivated their divine skills to the seventh level.
"Seven Wounds Divine Fist!"
Qin Wukong's voice rang out once again. Then, from all directions, numerous fist imprints blasted towards Lu Ming, completely enveloping Lu Ming.
Using a speed-type divine skill together with the Seven Wounds Divine Fist to seal off all paths of retreat, the power increased exponentially.
In an instant, dozens of fist imprints blasted towards Lu Ming.
"Level Eight of a speed-type divine skill. You think you're the only one who has it?"
Lu Ming muttered. On his body, divine power surged and condensed into a Kun Peng.
This Kun Peng was very small, only slightly bigger than Lu Ming. The Kun Peng flapped its wings, and Lu Ming's figure disappeared from the spot.
In the eyes of others, Lu Ming had also turned into afterimages, shuttling through the numerous fist imprints. His speed was not any slower than Qin Wukong's.
Lu Ming's Nine Heavens Kun Peng Technique had also reached the eighth level.
The Nine Heavens Kun Peng Technique was originally known for its speed and long-distance flight.
But now, it was being used by Lu Ming for short-distance movement. Its power was also extremely strong, completely avoiding Qin Wukong's fist imprints.
"This kid's speed-type divine skill has also reached the eighth level. Damn it!"
Qin Wukong roared in his heart. He was truly shocked.
Swoosh!
His body suddenly stopped, and he retracted his fist imprints, gathering them together and rushing towards Lu Ming.
In the process of rushing out, Qin Wukong opened his mouth and let out a long roar. A terrifying vibration came from his mouth.
The air above Qin Wukong's mouth vibrated with visible vibrations. In the end, it turned into battle swords and slashed towards Lu Ming.
Clang! Clang!
Lu Ming waved his long spear to block. The battle swords slashed on the long spear, causing the long spear to vibrate continuously. Lu Ming's body trembled slightly, and he took a few steps back.
"What a powerful divine skill. Level Eight of a speed-type divine skill!"
Lu Ming's eyes narrowed slightly.
Qin Wukong was indeed powerful. No wonder he was so confident.
Not only had he cultivated a speed-type divine skill to the eighth level, but he had also cultivated a speed-type divine skill to the eighth level.
The eighth level of a speed-type divine skill had already surpassed the Seven Wounds Divine Fist in terms of power.
"Die!"
Qin Wukong hollered. He opened his mouth and let out a long whistle. The air vibrated and formed many combat swords, slashing toward Lu Ming.
"Divine Dragon Dharma Idol!"
Lu Ming shouted, and stepped forward. Nine-clawed Dragon Dharma Idol condensed one after another, a total of seven dragons. They roared and pounced towards Qin Wukong, clashing with his battle swords.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The sounds of explosions continued. The Nine-clawed Dragon Dharma Idols were no match for Qin Wukong. They trembled violently, and finally, they were split into two.
However, Lu Ming used the Ice Shackles.
The nine ice shackles danced in the air like long snakes. Qin Wukong's battle sword slashed against the ice shackles, emitting a clanging sound. However, the ice shackles did not break apart, and the sword was blocked by the ice shackles.
"How is this possible?"
Qin Wukong was shocked.
His attack-type divine skill was known for its attacking power. Moreover, he had cultivated it to the eighth level. In addition to the divine power that was at ninety-nine percent awakened, its power was shocking and its destructive power was extremely strong. However, Lu Ming had blocked it.
"Void Splitter!"
Lu Ming took the opportunity to launch an attack. A spear light shot out, piercing towards Qin Wukong.
Qin Wukong was shocked. He wanted to dodge, but it was too late. He could only barely avoid being hit in his vitals. Half of his body almost exploded, and blood and flesh splattered everywhere. It was a tragic sight.
"Lu Ming, I want you dead!"
Qin Wukong's eyes were blood-red. His body emitted an even more terrifying aura.
Boom!
Qin Wukong punched out two consecutive times. The two fist imprints merged into one, emitting a dazzling blood-red light. It rushed towards Lu Ming, and its power was shocking.
"The power has increased by a level. It is said that the Seven Wounds Divine Fist of the Qin Clan is more powerful the more injured one is. So it is true!"
Lu Ming's mind raced.
He had injured Qin Wukong just now, and it had allowed Qin Wukong to push the power of the Seven Wounds Divine Fist to the maximum.
"Let's see how long you can last!"
Lu Ming's eyes were cold. He did not believe that if he beat Qin Wukong half to death, Qin Wukong would still be able to use his full strength.
Shua! Shua!
Nine ice shackles danced in the air, revolving in front of Qin Wukong, forming a defensive wall.
(End of Chapter)
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