Douluo Continent: All I Do Is Destroy Rings is Skill.

Chapter 163: Yesterday I was missing friends, tomorrow I am worried about friends, now I have a chance encounter without worries!

"The first of the nine gates of hell has opened!"

twang

After his first spirit ring flashed briefly, it exploded, and Ning Wuque's aura surged once more.

"Second level open!"

peng—

With his second spirit ring exploding, Ning Wuque's aura surged even higher, and his blood and qi rose like a blazing sun under the perfect harmony of heaven and man.

"Open the third level for me!"

twang

The third spirit ring shattered, and Ning Wuque's aura surged once again! Exploded! The blazing sun rose like a scorching sun, and the mingling of their qi and blood caused the temperature around the entire arena to rise to over sixty degrees Celsius!

Three blood-gold spirit rings rose one after another, replacing Ning Wuque's three spirit rings, but the crowd had no time to be surprised.

Because an even stronger shock followed immediately.

All that could be heard was Ning Wuque's voice, like a golden bell or a lion's roar, sweeping across the surrounding area. The sound waves were so powerful that the surrounding plants swayed, and the three soul rings around him slowly shattered amidst his muffled cries of alarm.

"The body may break, but the spine will not bend; with a thousand feet of iron bones, one can rejoice in a hundred battles."

The soul is without shadow, the breath without leakage, devouring the Dragon Lake and drinking all the cloud wine.

Yesterday I was short of friends, tomorrow I am worried about friends, now I meet you unexpectedly and have no worries!

With his will utterly destroyed and his spirit utterly ignited, Xing Tian stood tall, traversing the vast ocean!

Eyes~^

As Ning Wuque's breath dissipated and his words faded, all three blood-gold soul rings shattered. He stood upright, transforming into a seven-meter-tall blood-gold giant, looking down at Long Aotian beneath his feet.

At this moment, the fervent power of blood and qi reached its peak. Ning Wuque and Long Aotian were like two great suns facing each other, their blood and qi constantly clashing and forming waves of astonishing energy.

The temperature is rising! The air is already eighty degrees Celsius, so hot that it appears to expand and distort to the naked eye.

"Wow! Could this be the embodiment of vital energy?! It was worth coming today, absolutely worth it!"

"Damn it, go for it, Aotian! Don't lose to this kid! Crush his avatar with your fists! Shatter his aura! Destroy his will!"

"That's awesome! I feel like I'm about to pee myself from nervousness! Holy crap! I'm so shocked I peed myself!!!"

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

The cheers grew louder and louder, and even the second-generation disciples, whose cultivation levels were average Soul Saint and Soul Douluo, were overwhelmed by the aura of the two.

He even felt a kind of affection for Ning Wuque, who could fight against Long Aotian! A fanatical admiration! Absolute respect!

Looking up, Huo Yuhao stared wide-eyed at Ning Wuque's seven-meter-tall aura of blood and qi. His blood began to boil. This was what a true man should look like! The true man should look like!

He wanted it to be this way, he had to be this way!

"Alright, alright, let's fight! Let's fight!"

Long Aotian was incredibly excited. His fighting spirit had completely broken through to its peak after Ning Wuque transformed into a blood and qi giant, reaching a point where he looked down on everyone else. He only wanted to rush over and test the strength of Ning Wuque's blood and qi incarnation.

Without hesitation, his three spirit rings lit up in turn, one after another.

The demonic ape transforms, unleashing the power of dark gold, and the world changes.

With the three state soul skills empowered, his body swelled from just over two meters tall to three meters.

This is not over yet!

Long Aotian inhaled sharply, and the surrounding soul power filled his body. His martial soul underwent a second awakening in an instant. As his aura surged, and with the support of the power of heaven and earth around him, he swelled to nearly five meters tall. Even his pants burst open, leaving him with only a pair of specially made rubber pants.

"Waaaaah! Hit me! Come on, hit me hard!"

"Alright, let's fight!"

Ning Wuque waited until Long Aotian was ready before taking a step forward. The sound of his foot landing was like the ringing of a bell, and his raised fist, which generated a strong wind, struck Long Aotian's body like the roar of a lion and the howl of a tiger.

The latter, however, did not dodge at all. After the fourth spirit ring lit up, he clenched his hands as if he were wielding an axe or hammer and slashed at the enemy.

avoid?

We will not back down! We must not back down! We must fight head-on!

A loud bang echoed as a fist collided with an axe hammer, and the surging air currents caused distant giant trees to sway, seemingly about to be uprooted and sent flying by the powerful wind. This demonstrated the immense strength of the two, which only a true Soul Saint could withstand.

Boom boom boom—

Punch after punch, hammer after hammer blow.

The fight between the two was not as fast as before. The punches and hammers landed in a visible exchange, and the power of heaven and earth clashed with their own will, making it difficult to determine the winner. It was so exciting that it made people's blood boil and they wanted to wrestle with the person next to them on the spot to vent their anger. They fought fiercely!

The battle continued.

However, both of them were quite strong, so after exchanging blows for more than ten minutes, they finally exchanged a single punch and pulled back.

Long Aotian mustered all his strength, the black light of his sixth soul ring flashed, and his sixth soul skill, Yama's Claw, was activated. He gathered all his power and launched a final attack on Ning Wuque.

Ning Wuque was not to be outdone. In an instant, relying on his invincible fighting spirit, he achieved a perfect synergy with his martial soul. His blood and qi incarnation suddenly grew demonic horns, long fangs, and armor, standing tall and firm!

The seven-meter-tall aura of qi and blood instantly swelled to nine meters, and the fist, wrapped in a gauntlet with an inch-long armor, was more than two meters in diameter.

With a single step, Ning Wuque met Long Aotian's strongest attack head-on, completely unafraid of the opponent's overwhelming power, and tore open a gap with his own will.

Dong

The impact was like the ringing of a bell. The shockwaves generated by their collision were as powerful as a rolling river, instantly breaking the vegetation and cracking the rocks beneath their feet!

"I lost—"

After the attack, Ning Wuque was lifted up and pulled aside by Du Busi, leaving only Long Aotian, who had exited the second awakening state of his original martial soul, in the ruins of the center of the arena.

He stood firm like a pine tree, still capable of fighting.

Ning Wuque, on the other hand, had exhausted his soul power and blood, leaving him with only the combat ability equivalent to a Soul Master of a four-ring beast martial soul. It was obvious who would win or lose.

"No, I lost. I am almost four years older than you and my cultivation is thirty levels higher than yours, yet I was still beaten so badly by you. I won, but I lost completely."

Shaking his head, Long Aotian was convinced.

During wartime, he could forget everything and treat Ning Wuque as an opponent, giving his all without being affected by anything.

However, regardless of before or after the battle, he had to admit that he was completely inferior to Ning Wuque at the same age. Perhaps only the original Douluo who created the innate secret technique could compare with him.

In the end, he hated it! He hated that Ning Wuque wasn't a true martial soul! He hated that he couldn't be brothers with him!

What a pity, what a real pity.

"Well done! Well done! Hahahaha, Ah Zui, go prepare the meal for everyone. We're having a feast! We must have a feast today!"

"Yes, Sect Master!"

An elder nodded. His martial soul was his mouth, and he was a level 91 Title Douluo. Although he wasn't very strong, he was the best cook in the Body Sect.

He had thoroughly enjoyed the spectacle, and as if he had inexhaustible energy, he flew off to prepare a grand feast for everyone at Du Bu Si's command.

"Come on, let's go rest. You little rascals, there's going to be a big feast at noon today. Eat as much as you want, eat as much as you want!"