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

Soon, it was time for the afternoon matches to begin.

Today is the final of the freshman assessment. Looking around, Ning Wuque saw an old man eating a chicken leg in the distant stands. His gaze was on him, as if he was being sized up.

At the same time, standing next to him was a middle-aged man with a very serious appearance and demeanor, who should be Yan Shaozhe, the dean of the outer academy of Shrek Academy.

Ning Wuque's assessment of them was that they were two extremely rotten people with terrible reputations, and Yan Shaozhe, in particular, had been involved in more than one shocking incident.

The most famous one should be called "One shot kills an evil soul master".

It's quite... hard to hold back.

"Names of personnel from both sides."

The two teams entered the venue, Ning Wuque stood in front of the team, Wu Feng was on his side and Ning Tian was behind him, and walking towards them were three people led by Dai Huabin.

A big cat, a little cat, and a fox.

"Dai Huabin", "Zhu Lu", "Cui Yajie"

"Ning Tian", "Ning Wuque", "Wu Feng"

The two teams exchanged names, and Ning Wuque keenly noticed the barely suppressed excitement and fighting spirit in Dai Huabin's eyes. This big cat seemed to regard him as a challenge target and was eager to try.

So confident in yourself?

"The match begins!"

"White Tiger Protective Shield, White Tiger Vajra Transformation, you are not allowed to make a move!"

With a commanding tone, Dai Huabin, after his martial spirit was activated, transformed his dazzling golden hair into black and white tiger fur, and with his sharp claws outstretched, he charged towards Ning Wuque.

On the other side, Ning Wuque was happy to see that his opponent wanted to fight one-on-one, since he didn't want to use his Martial Soul Fusion Technique.

"I'll do it myself."

Ning Wuque casually remarked, showing great confidence in himself. Without even possessing a martial spirit, he unloaded his heavy burden and charged forward with a single step.

Boom!

The two fists collided, producing a muffled thud. Ning Wuque took two steps back, realizing that in terms of pure strength, he was no match for Dai Huabin in his current state.

The White Tiger Martial Soul is terrifying indeed.

Give it your all!

After their fists collided, the two separated by a distance. Seeing that Ning Wuque had no intention of getting serious, Dai Huabin roared angrily.

He had heard of Ning Wuque long ago, and had even been training extra to prepare for a match with him. To be fair, he had never even watched a single one of Ning Wuque's soul-fighting matches.

The only thing he possessed was that Ning Wuque's physical body was comparable to that of a soul beast.

Now it seems that what was said was true!

"Go all out? There's no need for that. You're very strong, so it's worth it for me to get serious and fight you."

He shook his head slightly, ignoring Dai Huabin's thoughts, and immediately entered the Martial Soul Possession state. Two purple thousand-year soul rings rose from beneath his feet:

"First Soul Skill: Bloodline Revival; Second Soul Skill: Dark Golden Ant Power!"

Having activated his Martial Soul, Ning Wuque showed Dai Huabin the utmost respect, intending to use three punches to show him what the biggest mistake he had made in this match was!

"Kaa~"

The chirping of insects roared in his mind's sea of ​​consciousness, and a strong will, guided by his martial soul, covered Ning Wuque's already strong fists, making their strength and hardness even greater!

chua——

With a whooshing sound, Ning Wuque took the initiative to attack, taking a step forward and swinging his left fist with five times the base strength towards Dai Huabin's chest.

The latter thought that this punch was only 30% stronger than before the martial spirit possessed him.

He didn't take it seriously, intending to take Ning Wuque's attack head-on with his own physique. Instead, he used his tiger claws to grab Ning Wuque's head, trying to break his face and force him to defend himself.

But it was too late.

Ning Wuque had no intention of defending himself. His face was scratched, but he could simply apply some medicine. He was far less obsessed with his appearance than with his desire for power.

dong!

The fist struck the flesh before the claws could reach it. Just as Ning Wuque's face was about to be scratched by Dai Huabin, his fist landed squarely on Dai Huabin's defenseless chest.

"Pfft~"

Internal organ fragments were sprayed out along with blood. Dai Huabin's eyes widened and slowly turned white.

Ning Wuque also stared wide-eyed.

Seriously, isn't this kid afraid that this punch will cripple him? Not even a little bit of defense? Not avoiding a direct hit?

Courage! Great courage!

"Hua Bin—!"

In the distance, Zhu Lu screamed in shock after seeing her fiancé knocked unconscious and seriously injured by a single punch. Then, a figure arrived at Ning Wuque and Dai Huabin's side before her, pulled Dai Huabin away, and quickly ran towards the healing-type soul master not far away.

It's the referee!

He anticipated that Dai Huabin would take Ning Wuque's punch head-on, but he never expected that Ning Wuque's punch was something that an ordinary Soul Master could not withstand.

Even the top-tier beast spirit, the White Tiger, cannot withstand it if it is completely undefended.

And so the accident happened in the match. Ning Wuque almost sent Dai Huabin to meet his god-like ancestor with a single punch.

"That guy's really tough. I thought I'd have to throw at least three punches to bring him to his senses."

Standing still, Ning Wuque gazed at Zhu Lu, whose face was filled with rage, as if she wanted to kill him immediately, and slowly spoke:

"Admit defeat. When he wakes up, tell him that not choosing to use the Martial Soul Fusion Skill immediately was a sign of overconfidence and arrogance, and that his biggest mistake was misjudging the enemy's strength."

"How dare you challenge me without understanding the difference in our strength? He doesn't even have a one in ten thousand chance of winning! Confidence is a good thing, but life is like walking along the edge of an endless cliff; one wrong step and you're plunged into an abyss."

"...We... admit defeat."

Clenching her fists, Zhu Lu could only glare hatefully at Ning Wuque before admitting defeat and surrendering.

Without Dai Huabin, she and Cui Yajie wouldn't have been able to get past Wu Feng.

The referee's voice was silent because he was worried about whether he would lose his job.

The scene was silent. When everyone was looking forward to the fierce final battle, and when Ning Tian was about to concede defeat before the match, Dai Huabin did something unexpected that dashed all their expectations.

This guy... his physical body withstood a mental blow that was five times the force of Ning Wuque's punch!

"You... won?"

There were no cheers. Wu Feng looked at Ning Wuque who was walking over, somewhat puzzled. Had they won already?

In response to this, Ning Wuque nodded:

"Yes, we won."

"This is boring, let's go eat Yuhao's barbecue."

"Not yet, Fengmei. We have to wait until we finish receiving our awards before we can leave."

Shaking his head, Ning Tian hadn't expected the final to end so dramatically. What was this all about?

Even though the opposing team could easily win the team fight by simply using their ultimate ability, they just like to keep auto-attacking and messing around until they lose contact?

Compared to Dai Huabin's older brother, Dai Yueheng, is he as impulsive, reckless, and blindly confident as Wu Feng?

This generation of Netherworld White Tigers is truly of questionable quality.

Soon, the referee finally announced the result of the game:

"The champions of the finals are Ning Tian, ​​Ning Wuque, and Wu Feng's team!"