1890: C1890 Qi Lin

C1890 Qi Lin

Qin Ming didn't think he would lose. Even if there was a precious and incomplete Flood Dragon Blood Essence in it, he didn't care about it. He placed it on the plate in front of him.

"Qin Ming, how dare you bring a Dimensional Ring with you?" Chiaki snorted coldly.

He didn't know that Qin Ming had a Flood Dragon Blood Essence in his Dimensional Ring. If he knew, he definitely wouldn't have such an expression on his face.

Flood Dragon Blood Essence! It was a treasure that was very difficult to obtain even with Origin Stones.

The Prefectural Turtle smiled faintly. "Bringing along a Dimensional Ring is a good thing. Later on, if we win, we can even split some Origin Stones."

Although the battle had not yet begun, he had already treated the Dimensional Ring as an item in his bag.

He estimated that Qin Ming was just a little Heavenly Pill Master without any background. It was likely that there were no treasures in the Dimensional Ring.

The most valuable one was probably this Dimensional Ring.

If he knew that Qin Ming had compensated him with 10 billion Origin Stones yesterday, he would have been scared silly without even blinking his eyes.

In the world of Martial Cultivator, the Origin Stone was strength.

Why did the Martial Cultivator born from those major powers have a higher future than ordinary Martial Cultivator?

It wasn't because their talent was better, but because they had sufficient resources.

In martial arts, resources were always ranked first, followed by hard work, and once again talent.

The two of them had always looked down on Qin Ming. They did not understand at all that they had entered this fighting stage. This meant that their life and death had already been decided.

As Chiaki and the Prefectural Turtle spoke, they also placed the Dimensional Ring on the plate.

After the three of them put down the items, referee Qi Lin sensed that none of the three of them had any pill or Source Plant on them. He nodded in satisfaction.

He mainly focused on sensing Qin Ming.

Because it was impossible for the two Snake Alchemist to cheat.

And Qin Ming would die in a fight. Cheating still had a slim chance of survival, and the possibility of cheating was very high.

However, Qin Ming appeared calm and composed. He did not hide anything on him, so he was very satisfied.

Even if he died, he would still be able to face it calmly. This was the true Martial Cultivator, and his courage was commendable.

"Alright. Since both of you are ready, the battle will officially begin."

"Because this is a battle between two people. The rules of the battle have changed."

"First of all, both sides have four hours to concoct pills. During these four hours, you can concoct Detoxification Pill, or poison pills."

"If Qin Ming only concocted one poison pill, then he can only give it to one person."

"On the other hand, if both parties concoct poison pills, then Qin Ming must consume two."

"Consume the Detoxification Pill you refine yourselves. I don't care."

"Do you understand?"

Qi Lin looked at the three people on the stage.

When the audience heard what Qi Lin said about the rules, they looked at Qin Ming with pity.

Fighting two Alchemist at the same time, the difficulty of the battle was more than doubled.1

One of them was concocting a poison pill, and the other was concocting a Detoxification Pill. Although four hours was a bit rushed, with their rich experience in alchemy, they should be able to guarantee that nothing would go wrong.

As for Qin Ming's side?

If they refined Detoxification Pill first, then the time needed to refine poison pills would be very tight, to the extent that it would not even be enough.

Just refining the Detoxification Pill was just defending and not attacking. He would die sooner or later.

Hence, he could only attack and not defend.

If he fought two Snake Alchemist, he would only attack and not defend. He would die without a doubt.

Therefore, no matter what, Qin Ming would die. No one thought highly of him.

Even if his skill in alchemy had reached the Snake realm, there was only a slight possibility of him winning.

But could he come down now?

Impossible.

According to the rules of the Lan City, once one stepped onto the stage, one side must die. Otherwise, the battle would not end.

These city guards had already surrounded this place. Even if Qin Ming was given wings, he would not be able to escape.

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