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

"Hoo~"

With his head tilted back, Ning Wuque slowly exhaled a breath of stale air. He opened his eyes and looked towards the distant elders' seats.

Compared to the beginning, there were three more figures above: the sect leader, Wu Feng's father, and... an unfamiliar old man.

He withdrew his gaze, looking at the poised Wu Feng in the distance and the quietly waiting Ning Tian, ​​and spoke:

"I told you, today I will show you my whole self and make you understand how unfortunate it is to be friends with me."

After saying that, he didn't fling his clothes off like before, but instead naturally unbuttoned them and took them off, revealing the soul-guided forging device he was wearing underneath.

Extending his left hand, he pressed it against the arm guard on his right wrist, gently twisted it to release the restraints, and threw it to the ground. As he slowly unfastened the training devices on his body, his words echoed in the silent arena.

The audience had already fallen silent, stunned by his words; they all realized something incredibly shocking had happened! Everyone quieted down, listening intently to Ning Wuque's voice echoing in their ears:

"After I awakened my martial spirit, I realized that my life was destined to be ordinary. But sometimes true ordinariness is self-degradation. From that day on, I racked my brains to make myself stronger, unwilling to accept my weakness and ordinariness."

I succeeded. I opened a path that leads me to the summit, but... it comes at a price—a price that requires my utmost effort, a price that could kill me at any moment.

As Ning Wuque spoke, he removed all the training devices from his limbs.

He placed his hands flat on either side, and his breastplate was removed under the manipulation of his soul power, then fell backward naturally with a loud thud.

"I will not fall when spring rain comes to my face, and I will be as strong as iron when I train hard in the sweltering summer."

The autumn wind blows, yet the figure remains steadfast; the winter's coldest days forge the soul to steel.

Ning Wuque softly recited the hardships he had experienced over the past three years, and a purple soul ring slowly rose from the soles of his feet.

Martial Spirit Possession!

Whoosh—!

In the stands, everyone who was unaware of what was happening was utterly shocked. What were they seeing? The first ring in a millennium!

Ning Wuque actually possesses such a terrifying first ring in a thousand years! It's simply... simply... simply unheard of!

How did he do it? Why was he able to do it?

This is a privilege that even true geniuses don't have. The second ring of the millennium is still within the realm of understanding, but the first ring of the millennium... has astonished the world!

Ahead, Ning Tian's pupils contracted slightly. Although she had known about Ning Wuque's first ring in a thousand years for a long time, she still found it hard to believe when she actually saw it with her own eyes.

At the same time, the poem Ning Wuque had just recited echoed in her ears, and the memories of his daily extreme training played on repeat in her mind.

"How...how is this possible!"

Wu Feng cried out in surprise. She had eaten the ten-thousand-year-old whale glue that her father had prepared for her, but her first soul ring was only a little over five hundred years old.

Although it was a high-level fire-attribute dragon soul ring, she was still unwilling to accept it!

Why is Ning Wuque so dazzling!

"I gave it my all, I prepared for all of this with all my might! I spent all my time training and cultivating, torturing my body again and again, and then letting it heal itself through pain time and time again, clearly feeling the process."

As Ning Wuque spoke, his aura suddenly unfolded, and an unparalleled gust of wind spread outwards as he mobilized all his soul power.

Even Ning Tian, ​​who was more than ten meters away, could feel a wave of energy brushing against his face.

"This is the first time I've used this soul skill. Watch Ning Tian closely, its power, and... the price it will have to pay!"

First Soul Skill: [Blood Drain Revitalization]

The spirit rings shimmered brightly.

snort!

Then, with a muffled groan, Ning Wuque's pupils contracted, and the purple soul ring beneath his feet exploded like a brilliant firework!

pong~

The soul was wailing! The explosion rang clearly in everyone's ears. They stared blankly as Ning Wuque blew up his own soul ring.

"The first of the nine gates of hell, the [Blood Surge Gate], open it for me!!!"

Roaring, Ning Wuque manipulated the massive surge of soul power brought about by the exploding ring to flow through his body, like a wolf king leading a pack, carrying astonishing soul power along the blood pulse that had been simulated countless times.

A vast amount of soul power flowed through his limbs and bones, swelling his meridians and blood vessels, breaking through the first shackle on his body—the surge of blood!

Ning Wuque's body swelled up in an instant, reaching a height of 1.6 meters, and his skin turned blood red due to the super-enhanced blood.

Soul power was injected, flowing through his blood vessels and meridians throughout his body, radiating outwards to stimulate and activate all his blood. In an instant, the surging blood gave him a 300% boost in blood energy.

His speed, strength, and self-healing ability were instantly pushed to the limits of this body!

The body's defense and overall quality also improved by fifty percent under the baptism of the exploding ring!

But that's not all!

Something unexpected happened, including to Ning Wuque!

A dazzling blood-gold light emanated from him, radiating outwards and appearing like a golden dragon rising from a pool of blood under the setting sun.

That's a spirit ring, a blood spirit ring, a blood-gold blood spirit ring!

"What is that...?"

On the elders' seat, Ning Fengxiao looked puzzled; this had completely exceeded his comprehension.

That spirit ring, that blood-gold spirit ring, what on earth is it?!

.........

"Qi and Blood Soul Rings?"

Ning Wuque frowned, staring in disbelief at the newly formed soul ring beneath his feet, yet he felt no soul skill associated with it.

I could only feel that it was connected to my bloodline, as if it were a switch, a very big switch!

But before he could continue thinking, the price he paid for the Ninefold Gate of Hell interrupted his thoughts.

It hurts! My whole body aches!

He transformed his martial spirit into his own power source, using his body to bear a large portion of the soul power that should have been borne by the martial spirit.

The price he paid was that he needed immense willpower just to move his body at this moment! He had it! But he no longer had any thoughts to distract him.

He looked at the two people in front of him, roaring and howling, as ferocious as a lion!

"Come on, give it your all, and feel my struggle against fate—!"

The referee was stunned.

But when he saw Ning Tian release his martial spirit, he still shouted with unwavering professionalism:

"The match begins!"

boom---

The stone bricks shattered, and Ning Wuque stomped on the jade bricks beneath his feet, crushing them to pieces. He then swung his fists like a rapidly firing bullet, smashing towards Ning Tian and the other man.

He covered a distance of more than ten meters in less than two seconds, instantly appearing in front of the two people.

A ferocious expression and an overwhelming aura pressed down on Wu Feng in an instant.

Boom! Boom boom boom boom—

With the first punch delivered with tremendous force, Ning Wuque stopped just twenty centimeters away from Wu Feng and began to swing his fists continuously.

Ten punches! Thirty punches! Seventy punches! A hundred punches in the blink of an eye! The Wu Feng's vision was filled like a city wall!

The force of the punch even created air currents, striking Wu Feng hard with the force of the punch, knocking her, who had been powerless to fight back, into Ning Tian's arms.

puff~

The two fell to the ground together, but Ning Wuque's fists kept striking down in front of them, leaving afterimages and pressing down on them, making them weak and unable to move!

Under the setting sun, the youth's vitality roars!