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

Boom boom boom—

The force of the punches was unrestrained.

On the ground, Wu Feng was crushed onto Ning Tian by Ning Wuque's domineering fist wind. This instantaneous movement prevented the latter from even releasing his soul skill, and he collapsed to the ground, overlapping with Wu Feng.

They tried to stand up, but Ning Wuque's fist followed closely behind!

A fist, as solid as a city wall, flashed incessantly in his eyes, and the powerful wind pressure repeatedly pressed Wu Feng, who was trying to stand up, back to the ground.

How could this be! How could this happen!

Body, body, get up! Why? This is just the wind from the opponent's punch, Wu Feng, get up!

She frantically mobilized her soul power to try and resist, but it was useless! Absolutely useless!

Ning Wuque's punches landed precisely on her limbs, abdomen, and chest, completely overwhelming her!

Wu Feng's dragon eyes flashed with defiance, but it quickly turned into fear. She couldn't move, she couldn't struggle anymore, and all the muscles in her body ached terribly from the beating.

Looking at the fists flashing afterimages in her eyes, and feeling the powerful force and impact of them, she had no doubt that each of those fists was enough to kill her!

Ning Tian was under the least pressure; the force of the punch, passing through Wu Feng's body, barely affected her.

But she was only a support-type Soul Master, and she had no way to push away the witch wind on her body and roll away. Her strength was insufficient, completely insufficient!

"This power..."

She struggled to open her eyes, facing Ning Wuque directly in front of her as he swung his fist at them. She felt it, she felt that power with absolute clarity!

Before ten seconds had passed, Wu Feng could no longer hold on under Ning Wuque's deliberate suppression. Her clothes were covered with fist marks that pinned her firmly to her skin.

The power of the punch weakened, allowing Ning Tian, ​​who had been struggling to breathe, to catch his breath.

But the bigger ones are yet to come!

Swish swish————

The air exploded with a loud bang, and the even stronger punches from both sides exerted even greater pressure on the two of them, making them shrink back from even the slightest trembling and preventing them from moving at all!

On the ground, as Ning Wuque unleashed his final full power, a miracle, like water dripping through stone, unfolded before everyone's eyes.

With just the force of his punch, he cracked the jade bricks beside them, leaving tiny but noticeable fist marks!

"Ha ha--"

The torment lasted for a full half minute before Ning Wuque stopped. The sound of the wind in his ears disappeared, and Ning Tian, ​​who had not been harmed, looked at the boy who had put away his fists and stood tall in the setting sun.

But soon, before he could even say a single word...

"Ha—ha—cough!"

A pool of blood spurted from his mouth and splattered onto Wu Feng's body. Then, Ning Wuque's body fell limply backward, like an empty scarecrow or a kite with a broken string, losing consciousness.

Swish!

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Can, who was prepared, flashed onto the arena and caught Ning Wuque, who had fully released his soul power, and quickly took out a bottle of medicine to give him.

"Quickly, a healing-type Soul Master, quick!"

Without any hesitation, Zhang Can shouted loudly towards the medical team.

He then swiftly moved and took Ning Wuque away from the scene to receive treatment.

"It hurts...it hurts so much...ooh~"

Ning Tian was stunned by the sudden scene, and only came to her senses after hearing Wu Feng whimpering in her arms.

At this moment, Wu Feng had already withdrawn from the Martial Soul Possession state. He was in so much pain that tears streamed down his face. He curled up like a cat dumpling in Ning Tian's arms, whimpering and emitting mournful cries.

Ning Wuque was measured in his actions, but he showed no mercy! Instead, he brutally beat every part of Wu Feng's body except for her vital areas, leaving most of her muscles in a state of pain!

"Ning Tian fought against Wu Feng, and Ning Wuque won!"

The belated verdict announced the winner of this battle. Anyone could clearly see that Ning Wuque had held back—he had given up an entire ocean of water!

Look at the stone bricks next to them. If that force were to hit them directly, not to mention the punch, even the wind from the punch would be something that Wu Feng could not withstand. If he was hit for a long time, he would be crippled even if he didn't die!

"He...is so amazing, so..."

Ning Tian held Wu Feng in his arms, recalling Ning Wuque's figure standing in the sunset. Even though he had exhausted all his strength and soul power, he still stood on the ground like steel, upright and unyielding!

In the stands, most of the spectators were still in shock for a long time.

Many of them knew Ning Wuque, Elder Zhang Can's adopted grandson, an ordinary martial soul master with innate soul power level three, and a strange child who started to "go crazy" after his martial soul awakened.

Today, he proved with a series of absolutely crushing battles that his efforts were not in vain, and proved what it means that there is always a way out!

His strength, talent, and willpower—all his admirable qualities—deeply impressed the elders who came to witness the ceremony, including the sect leader, Ning Fengxiao.

"Zhang Can... has adopted a wonderful grandson, what a good grandson!"

"How could I have such a dream—that an ordinary one-ring Soul Master could unleash power comparable to a top-tier three-ring Beast Soul Master?"

Can hard work and talent really change one's destiny?

"Exploding the rings, the ninefold gates of hell—what a magnificent act of self-destruction, what a powerful quest for strength from death!"

The crowd was abuzz with discussion, and it took them a long time to recover from the shock they had just experienced.

.........

"The familiar ceiling."

When Ning Wuque woke up again, he was already in his bedroom bed. He opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling above him, memories of the final battle flooding his mind.

Half a minute is not his limit, but the limit he reaches after giving it his all.

Normally, a thousand-year soul ring is enough to maintain his first stage for about seven minutes, after which he will be forcibly exited from the Ninefold Yama Gate's switch state.

He just didn't expect that the side effects of using this self-created soul skill for the first time would be so huge that he couldn't even say his last boastful words before losing consciousness and collapsing.

However, that probably won't happen again. His body has already adapted to the switch-on state of the first level. The next time his soul power is exhausted, he will at most be unable to move his entire body.

At least their consciousness will be clear.

"But... do I really need to go through nine of these comas? It's really making me feel uneasy."

Ning Wuque muttered to himself.

In fact, he knew very well that he might only fall into a coma eight times at most, and the ninth time... he might never wake up again.

Unless he can obtain a treasure that can save his life, such as—the Gold of Life!

"Wuque, you're awake! That's great! The doctor said you overdraw all your vital energy and soul power. I... next time you do something so dangerous, you have to explain everything clearly, understand?!"

"Grandpa... I understand. I didn't expect the side effects to be this severe. I overestimated myself. The cost to my martial spirit is at least three times that of my body!"

Ning Wuque nodded to indicate that he understood. At the same time, this experimental experiment provided him with a huge amount of room for theoretical development and modification.