Fantasy: I'm in a discarded alchemy room, but I can turn trash into treasure!

Ma Kun's killing of Liu Deshan shocked the entire audience.

None of the ten outer disciples on the life-or-death arena dared to utter a word of challenge, not even Zhao Tie, who was at the tenth level of Qi Refining, looked away.

It was at this moment that Qin Mo stepped forward.

This is exactly the moment he's been waiting for.

The moment when Ma Kun is at his most triumphant is when he kicks him from the clouds into the mud, and that's when it's truly satisfying.

At that moment, everyone in the square was stunned.

This handyman in the alchemy room, a piece of trash at the first level of Qi Refining, dares to jump out and challenge Manager Ma, who is at the ninth level of Qi Refining?

Are you crazy?

The gap between the first level of Qi Refining and the ninth level of Qi Refining is simply insurmountable by human power.

Even if Qin Mo tempered his physical body to the pinnacle, he shouldn't have the confidence to challenge Ma Kun, who had just crushed Liu Deshan.

Everyone thought that Qin Mo's strength lay solely in his muscular physique and brute force, thanks to his tough, unyielding body.

He did indeed kill Qian Dalong, who was at the sixth level of Qi Refining, with a single punch, but the opponent in front of him was Ma Yanwang, who was at the ninth level of Qi Refining.

"Qin Mo!"

Han Dazhuang grabbed his wrist.

"What are you doing?"

Qin Mo turned her head to look at him.

Han Dazhuang's swollen face was full of anxiety as he shook his head frantically.

"fine."

Qin Mo patted Han Dazhuang on the shoulder and then strode towards the No. 1 Life and Death Arena.

The crowd automatically parted to create a passage.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at his retreating figure.

"Qin Mo".

On the stage, Ma Kun looked down at them with a cold, serpentine gaze.

Qin Mo stepped onto the first step, walking slowly and steadily.

"He really went up there..."

The entire audience erupted in chaos.

"What gives him the right?"

"What's the difference between this and courting death?"

"Was his brain damaged by erysipelas?"

No one could understand how a well-known good-for-nothing servant could have the guts to face off against Ma Kun, who had just crushed Manager Liu.

"That's interesting."

High in the sky, Shangguan Yue's gaze fell again, and a slight smile appeared on her lips.

"What's going on with this handyman?"

Yan Yuan put down his teacup and squinted his eyes.

To be honest, in everyone's mind, it's a joke to challenge a level nine Qi Refining cultivator from level one.

What Yan Yuan noticed was that this servant named Qin Mo showed no sign of panic from the moment he stepped out onto the steps.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

"Brother Feng, Brother Zhou, are you still going to gamble?"

Yan Yuan raised his voice.

"What are we betting on?"

Deacon Feng's face was grim.

He just lost twenty mid-grade spirit stones in the last round.

"Who will win and who will lose between these two at the betting table?"

Yan Yuan gestured towards the No. 1 Life and Death Arena.

"No need to even think about it! Ma Kun is guaranteed to win!"

"I'm annoyed," Deacon Zhou said.

"There is absolutely no way that someone at the first level of Qi Refining can defeat someone at the ninth level of Qi Refining."

Deacon Feng also said.

"not necessarily."

Yan Yuan lowered his voice, "I'm betting on Qin Mo, that he'll win. Do you dare to bet?"

"Why wouldn't you dare?"

Deacon Feng gritted his teeth, "Fifty mid-grade spirit stones! Today I'll win back everything I lost!"

"I'll also bet fifty yuan."

Deacon Zhou glared at Yan Yuan.

"That's great. If I lose, I'll pay you double."

Yan Yuan patted the armrest and laughed loudly.

"You're doomed to lose this time."

A smile appeared on Deacon Feng's face.

How can a Qi Refining Level 1 defeat a Qi Refining Level 9?

Unless the sky falls down.

Qin Mo was now standing on the life-or-death stage.

He glanced at the pool of blood and flesh and the shattered skull of Liu Deshan on the table.

That was a truly tragic death.

"You'll end up like him soon."

Ma Kun stared at Qin Mo with a sinister grin on his face.

"I have no grudge against you."

Qin Mo looked directly at Ma Kun, "Why did you want to kill me?"

"Does killing a dog need a reason?"

Ma Kun scoffed.

"Since you think I'm going to die today anyway, then let me die knowing why."

Qin Mo stared intently at him, "Who exactly is that inner sect senior sister who's behind you?"

This is Qin Mo's true purpose.

He wanted to pry the venomous snake hidden in the shadows out of Ma Kun's mouth.

"You're off to ask Yama, the King of Hell, right now, what nonsense are you spouting!"

Ma Kun stomped his right foot on the ground.

boom!

The tabletop shattered, revealing a spiderweb-like pattern of cracks. Ma Kun was propelled forward, throwing a punch at Qin Mo's chest.

The primordial energy of the ninth level of Qi Refining poured out, creating a sweeping gust of wind from the fist.

Qin Mo felt a strong gust of wind hit his face, and his hair flew backward.

The outer disciples below the stage gasped in surprise.

Ma Kun's punch was imbued with the full force of his spiritual energy; any impact would result in annihilation.

"snort."

Qin Mo clenched his right fist, and the Primordial Devouring Heaven Technique roared into operation within his body. The blood and qi of the peak of the Copper Skin Realm poured into his fist, and he crashed into the fist.

"No way, he took a direct hit from a ninth-level Qi Refining cultivator?"

"Even sending someone to their death is done this way!"

"This person is completely hopeless!"

The outer disciples watching from below the stage were dumbfounded.

Even if a Qi Refining Level 1 cultivator has the toughest body, it is impossible for them to withstand the full force of a Qi Refining Level 9 cultivator head-on.

However, just as everyone was waiting to see Qin Mo be shattered...

boom!

The two fists collided.

Click!

The sound of bones shattering could be heard clearly.

The next moment, everyone's expression froze.

The person who was blasted away was Ma Kun.

"Varied……"

"impossible……"

"How could this be...?"

Deacon Feng jumped up from his chair.

The teacup in Deacon Zhou's hand was smashed on the ground.

Yan Yuan narrowed his eyes and chuckled softly.

"This little errand boy is a real character."

High in the sky, Shangguan Yue's eyes lit up.

Ma Kun never dreamed that Qin Mo's punch could send him flying three feet back.

What horrified him even more was that all the bones in his right arm from shoulder to elbow were broken, and his entire arm hung limply, bent strangely like a noodle.

boom!

His back slammed hard against the stone slab, sending shards of stone flying everywhere.

"impossible!"

Ma Kun, enduring the excruciating pain of his severed arm, rolled over and got up, spitting out a mouthful of blood. His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at Qin Mo like a dying wild dog.

"Nothing is impossible."

Qin Mo took a step forward and instantly appeared in front of Ma Kun.

Ma Kun was terrified. He flipped his left hand over and a jet-black talisman was already between his fingers.

Second-tier Thunderfire Talisman!

He raised his hand to activate the talisman.

However, Qin Mo beat him to it, grabbing his left wrist with his five fingers like iron clamps and snatching the talisman away.

Immediately afterwards, Qin Mo slapped the Thunderfire Talisman directly into Ma Kun's front pocket, then turned and retreated.

"Varied……"

Ma Kun was so shocked that his soul trembled, and he frantically tried to pull out the talisman from his chest.

boom!

Thunder and fire exploded.

A burst of crimson-gold flames instantly engulfed Ma Kun.

Ma Kun froze on the spot.

When the lightning subsided and the smoke dissipated, what everyone saw was a scene that sent chills down their spines.

Ma Kun's entire body was charred black, his robes turned to ashes, and his hair and eyebrows were completely burned away.

Fragments of electricity still flickered across his body, his muscles twitched uncontrollably, and a wisp of black smoke rose from the corner of his mouth.

The entire place was deathly silent for two breaths, then erupted into a commotion.

"Oh My God……"

"Did Steward Ma get blown up by his own lightning and fire talisman?"

Ma Kun was both shocked and furious, and spat out a mouthful of blood three feet away.

The method he used to kill Liu Deshan with the bone-corroding poison talisman was still fresh in his mind, but in the blink of an eye, Qin Mo used the same method against him.

"Qin Mo!"

Ma Kun's lips trembled, and his left hand suddenly shot out, a dark red pill held between his charred fingers.

Qin Mo frowned.

"Life-Burning Pill?"

Ma Kun opened his mouth and swallowed the pill.

"Today... even if it costs me half my life... I will tear you to pieces!"

Boom!

A violent surge of energy erupted from his body.

The Life-Burning Pill burns away lifespan and vital energy, forcibly elevating cultivation to the half-step Foundation Establishment level.

The spiritual pressure pressed down as if it were a physical force, even causing the stone slabs on the table to crack.

"Qin Mo, die!"

Ma Kun's eyes were bloodshot, and he pounced on Qin Mo like a crazed demon.