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

"Fengmei, how long do you think it will take for Wuque to win?"

"Him? Hmph~ I bet he'll be in a sorry state. Three minutes, three minutes, I guess."

Wu Feng confidently crossed his arms and looked at Ning Wuque, who had stepped onto the jade stone arena, with utter contempt.

Although this guy trains very hard, what's the point? If hard work were effective, what would be the point of having geniuses?

However, Ning Tian shook her head. She knew more than Wu Feng. Ning Wuque was a true genius! He was someone that these geniuses, who were born with powerful martial souls and high-level soul power, could not compare to.

They were merely favored by Heaven, but Ning Wuque did not need Heaven's favor to become just as powerful as them!

"I think Wuque will win within a minute, and it will be a crushing victory!"

Ning Tian ignored Wu Feng's jealous expression and complaints, staring intently at Ning Wuque on the field.

…………

Stepping on the jade bricks of the arena is a special design to prevent soul skills from accidentally hitting the ground. These bricks can defend against normal first- or second-ring offensive soul skills.

Looking at the little girl who was provoking him before the battle, Ning Wuque clenched his fists, eager to show her what bad kids were going to do.

Don't be so hot-tempered at such a young age, you'll get beaten up!

"The competition rules are one-on-one, and the use of soul tools is not allowed."

On the side, a sixth-ring Soul Emperor teacher, acting as the referee, shouted loudly, then looked clearly at Ning Wuque.

It's as if it's saying: I know you're carrying a soul tool.

"Is that so? That's such a pity."

Speaking calmly, Ning Wuque looked at the girl not far away with a pitying gaze, which naturally aroused her dissatisfaction.

But just as she was about to angrily rebuke Ning Wuque, she suddenly let out a scream:

"You scoundrel—!!"

There was no other reason than that Ning Wuque had grabbed the corner of his school uniform with one hand and flicked it into the air with a flourish.

In an instant, all eyes in the room were focused on this incredibly brave boy!

"Look, what is he wearing? Is that a soul tool? What's it used for?"

"A defensive soul tool? No wonder the referee glanced at him just now. That's really despicable. One punch from that thing would definitely hurt!"

"That's so vulgar! How could he do that!"

"Hmm, look, something's wrong with that soul tool!"

On the field, Ning Wuque began to mobilize his soul power and connect it with the soul-guided forced forging device on his body.

Then.

Click~

All that could be heard was the sound of a mechanism turning, and then his soul tool automatically unlocked.

Ning Wuque slowly raised his arms, and the forced forging devices on his arms automatically fell downwards after being unlocked, crashing down like a heavy weight.

dong~

A loud bang rang in everyone's ears. Looking closely, they saw two obvious dents in the originally smooth jade stone arena, caused by the falling arm guards!

It's not over yet!

Boom!

The breastplate fell freely backward, leaving a shallow dent in the same spot.

Then came two soft thuds as two identical pairs of leg guards fell from his trousers to his feet.

At this point, all the forging devices on his body were removed, and he returned to his strongest state under normal conditions!

.........

"He he he he—"

In the stands, Wu Feng, his expression shocked and his voice stammering, pointed at Ning Wuque on the arena and said to Ning Tian in disbelief:

"He always wears this kind of thing when he works out!"

She couldn't believe it at all. No wonder she always felt that something was wrong. Since a year ago, Ning Wuque's training seemed to have entered a vicious cycle of neither progressing nor falling.

I've never heard him mention a number higher than 1,500.

She thought... she thought that was the end of it, and even mocked him several times because of it. Now it seems that this guy didn't care about her at all from the very beginning!

hateful!

"I was...very surprised too!"

Ning Tian covered her mouth to maintain her elegant posture. Her father's message to her mentioned that Zhang Can had forged a soul-guided forging weapon for Ning Wuque, but she found it hard to believe that he wore it almost every day.

He never complained about the hardships or the fatigue; he just kept training, training, training!

Train yourself to be as tough as iron, as strong as steel!

…………

Leaving aside the shock and other emotions of the students in the audience, on the stage, Yu Xiaoxiao, Ning Wuque's opponent, was so frightened that she was out of her mind.

She knew very well the hardness of the jade stone arena. Her teacher had mentioned this before she came. Because she knew this, she understood just how monstrous Ning Wuque was, who could wear a soul tool that could leave a mark on the arena!

This guy... please go easy on him!

"Gurgle~"

She swallowed hard, beginning to regret her impulsive remarks about going on stage.

Sigh, is it too late to reconcile now?

"Both sides release their martial spirits."

The referee glanced at Yu Xiaoxiao with a hint of pity, and then immediately moved on to the second round of the competition.

Soon, Yu Xiaoxiao on the opposite side possessed her martial soul. A jade longsword appeared in her hand, with an ornament on the hilt. A yellow hundred-year soul ring rose from under her feet and began to pulsate slightly.

In contrast, Ning Wuque crossed his arms and showed no intention of activating his martial soul. He simply gave the referee a look that said he was ready and then made no further move.

The referee, respecting the athlete's personal will, shouted:

"The match begins!"

boom-!

As soon as he finished speaking, Ning Wuque stomped hard on the floor tile, his soul power gathering at his heel under his superb control.

He aimed at the gap in the jade brick and used a classical mechanics approach to make it fly!

All anyone saw was Ning Wuque stomping his foot forcefully, and a stone brick, half a meter long and thirty centimeters wide, was lifted up by his foot and then flew into the sky.

As the stone bricks fell, Ning Wuque's gaze focused on Yu Xiaoxiao, who was already terrified.

Raise your arm.

A punch was thrown!

pong———

Like a cannonball, the falling jade brick was violently blasted into a straight line by Ning Wuque's punch.

pop~

As expected, the stone brick flew directly towards Yu Xiaoxiao's chest. The referee, just before it hit her, swiftly caught it and announced the result of the match:

"In this match, Ning Wuque will win against Yu Xiaoxiao!"

"It's a pity. You originally had another chance to get closer to me, but of course, that's all you can do now."

Ning Wuque spoke calmly, directly echoing his earlier statement.

Once he removed his forging equipment, his speed surpassed even that of an ordinary agility-based Soul Master who had just entered the third ring!

After saying that, he bent down slightly and began to pick up the forging equipment from the ground and put it back on.

Everything he did just now was very cool.

However, the way he bent down to pick up the forging tools and put them back on looked really pathetic.