Will He Win?

When Ning Wuque returned to the stands in his training gear and school uniform, the surrounding students all moved away from him, afraid that this monster would punch them awake.

At the same time, they stared at Ning Wuque with shining eyes. They had never expected that their classmate, who had been strange for nearly three years, was not only a freak, but a monster as well!

Was his Innate Soul Power really only Rank Three? And that level of training... well, it really could turn someone into a monster like him, but none of them had the perseverance to train like that and keep at it!

"Your performance was very... hmm, how should I put it? Especially dazzling! But the way you bent over to pick things up was truly pathetic and hilarious."

"You... why didn't you tell me earlier that you were wearing, wearing... those things? Did you deliberately want to see me make a fool of myself?!"

At some point, Ning Tian and Wu Feng had already come over and sat beside Ning Wuque's seat. Only after seeing him return did they slowly rise and speak.

Wu Feng looked furious. Her expression held not only anger, but also a hint of fear. Even she did not know whether she could withstand a single punch from Ning Wuque.

At the very least, she could not stomp the Jade Stone Bricks on the arena floor up into the air with one kick. That overwhelming sense of power practically spilled over!

Ning Wuque was in a good mood now, so he rarely deigned to answer Wu Feng.

"Why would I bicker with a child who hasn't grown up? Would you even listen if I explained that much to you?"

"You!"

Red. Completely red! Wu Feng's entire body, from her head to her hair, had turned fiery red. She glared at Ning Wuque, looking like she wanted to hit him but did not dare.

Damn it! Just endure it for now, endure it for now. It won't be too late to get revenge once Ning Wuque, that detestable bastard, runs out of stamina.

In this world, Soul Power was everything!

"Ha ha ha~"

Seeing Wu Feng turn red with rage, Ning Tian laughed rather unkindly. Looking at Ning Wuque, she slowly asked, "How heavy are they?"

"At the very least, she would need Martial Soul Possession to move normally while wearing them."

Without giving a more specific answer, Ning Wuque pointed at Wu Feng beside Ning Tian and casually used her as an example.

The training gear he wore had risen another level, all of it now at the Second Ring Level. If Wu Feng wanted to wear it, she really would need Martial Soul Possession.

Otherwise, she would have trouble even standing in her normal state!

At Ning Wuque's answer, Ning Tian first looked at him in surprise, then felt that it was only natural.

After all... she had never seen this guy stop his inhuman training, whether during school, holidays, or even academy events.

Only when he had gone hunting for a soul ring some time ago had she not seen him in his usual places.

"Damn it..."

Being used as a point of comparison, Wu Feng would definitely have snapped back at Ning Wuque before, when she knew nothing. But now... she would endure it for the time being!

Soon, the three of them sat in a row and watched the other matches. Ning Tian sat in the middle, while the other two sat on either side of her.

A smile rested on her lips. This was the double happiness she had wanted~

Before long, as time passed, the matches drew closer and closer to the finals.

During that time, Ning Tian and Wu Feng formed a team to fight other pairs. Under the pressure of the grade's "number one" combat strength and the grade's top support, the other teams submitted without surprise.

Ning Wuque's side went just as smoothly.

Round of sixteen, quarterfinals, semifinals, and even the finals—every victory of his was utterly crushing!

Almost no one saw him throw a third punch before the match was already over.

The most outrageous match among them was the final.

In order to display his strength to the higher-ups of the sect, Ning Wuque stood still on the finals stage and let his opponent beat him for a full ten minutes!

He beat his opponent until the latter was utterly exhausted and could not even maintain Martial Soul Possession!

And what about him? He only had a few bloody marks from Soul Skills and a large number of claw marks that had already scabbed over. They could only be described as minor injuries.

His steel-like body was immensely powerful against opponents without Tool Souls. Sharp claws and powerful palms simply could not inflict much damage on him.

After deliberately avoiding his opponent's underhanded attacks at his lower body, he actually exhausted his finals opponent into defeat!

Even now, he had yet to undergo Martial Soul Possession!

"This is the Support System Soul Master the academy matched you with. The final match will begin in twenty minutes."

After receiving treatment from a Five-Ring Healing Soul Master, Ning Wuque saw his class teacher leading a little boy toward him.

Yes, there was still one more match after the finals: a two-versus-two battle against the winners of the two-versus-two division.

That was why Ning Wuque had said earlier that he would show Ning Tian during the assessment. It was also meant to be displayed to the higher-ups of the sect!

He would let them know that his Self-Created Soul Skill had been successfully developed!

"There's no need, Teacher. I alone am enough."

Shaking his head, Ning Wuque directly refused the arranged partner. This was a stage meant solely for him; he could not let someone else steal his spotlight.

Besides, he was already strong enough. Bringing a Support System Soul Master along would be nothing but bullying Little Red Dragon.

Though going without a Support System Soul Master was still bullying her.

"Alright. I'll inform the referee."

The teacher did not try to persuade him further, because Ning Wuque's displayed combat strength was simply far too excessive. He was clearly just an ordinary little Soul Master with a common Martial Soul and Rank Three Innate Soul Power, yet his actual combat strength did not lose to that of a talented Second Ring Level Battle Soul Master.

This child... his behavior was strange, and his strength was even stranger!

"For the final match, Ning Tian and Wu Feng will face Ning Wuque. Please come onto the stage!"

The referee's announcement startled many students, but they soon felt it was only natural.

There was no helping it—Ning Wuque was far too overpowered. Wu Feng was still only a One-Ring Soul Master, and even with Ning Tian, a Two-Ring support, she would not become much stronger.

The only explanation for his decision to fight one against two was "disdain." He disdained bullying others.

"Damn it, this guy is really arrogant! I admit that you're strong, but looking down on me will come at a painful price!"

Wu Feng was furious, incomparably enraged!

She could not defeat Ning Wuque, but she had Ning Tian's support! Ning Wuque truly looked down on them too much!

Ning Tian said nothing in response, nor did she speak up for either side. Right now, she only wanted to see exactly what... surprise Ning Wuque would show her.

Both sides stepped onto the arena.

It was already seven in the evening. The sun was about to set, while on the other side of the sky, a bright moon whose outline was illuminated began to rise.

As the sun set, Ning Wuque stood opposite the two of them with his arms folded over his chest.

"Both contestants, please undergo Martial Soul Possession!"

"Martial Soul Possession! Ning Wuque, just wait for Sister Tian and me to beat you flat on the ground, you arrogant bastard!"

After Wu Feng underwent Martial Soul Possession, red Dragon Scales grew across her body. Her height shot up to nearly 1.7 meters, and she stared fixedly at the unmoving Ning Wuque in the distance like an enraged female dragon.

It was not only him. Ning Tian had not undergone Martial Soul Possession either.

She looked at him, waiting for him to reveal... his complete form to her!