Is this a soul ring ratio that humans can have? This question appears in their minds, and there is also a sense of inreality that arises with the doubt.

Even the Duke of Netherworld subconsciously rubbed his eyes, afraid that he would have hallucinations.

"You soul ring..." The Duke of Netherworld was shocked and his words were a little unscrupulous. His hand pointed at Wang Chen's soul ring was trembling.

"I'm shocked." Wang Chen smiled slightly. It was normal for the Duke of Netherworld and others to react like this. If he was not a time traveler, he would be shocked when he saw such a soul ring ratio. He couldn't believe it was true.

The Duke of Netherworld did not answer, but his expression at this moment revealed his shock.

"I think you know that with your hard power, you will not only be unable to capture me, but may also be killed by me. Your Duke's Mansion will also be destroyed because of this. For the sake of Zhu Qing, I will give you a chance."

"Let's make a bet. If you can take my three punches, I will surrender directly. What's going on?" Wang Chen said with a smile on his lips.

The Duke of Netherworld is Zhu Zhuqing's father. He could not really kill him, otherwise how should he face Zhu Zhuqing in the future.

It is better to solve the current situation in a peaceful way or to solve it peacefully.

The Duke of Netherworld tried his best to control his emotions. Compared to the initial shock, he has calmed down a lot now.

Hearing Wang Chen's words, his eyes flashed and he was a little moved. He was really not a match for Wang Chen's real action, but if he said he could bear his three punches, it would be impossible for him to do so.

The Duke of Netherworld was very unhappy with Wang Chen's words, but he had to admit that the other party was telling the truth. If the fight really happened, their Duke would really be destroyed. If the problem could be solved in other ways, it would naturally be what he would like to see.

"Are you serious?" Duke Netherworld asked after a moment of silence.

"Of course, as long as you can take my three punches, I will definitely surrender and not resist at all," Wang Chen nodded.

After a pause, he looked at the Duke of Netherworld, raised his lips slightly and said, "But if you can't handle it, then you have to agree to me with a condition."

"What conditions?" the Duke of Netherworld asked subconsciously.

Wang Chen looked around, and the people he was watching took a step back, not daring to look at him, ignored the reactions of these people, and his eyes were on the Duke of Netherworld again, saying, "Let's talk about this condition later. Although it will make you embarrassed, it will be a good thing for your Zhu family."

Seeing that Wang Chen did not clearly explain what the conditions were, the Duke of Netherworld felt uneasy in his heart, and fell into deep thought, hesitating whether to agree.

"How can I know if you will regret it after catching your three punches?" The Duke of Netherworld said in a deep voice.

"I don't need to deceive you. If I can't do it, then I don't need to tell you so much. Just defeat you directly. With three hundred thousand-year soul rings, it's not difficult for me to defeat you." Wang Chen said confidently. If he really started to take action, he was sure to defeat the Duke of Netherworld within ten moves.

The Duke of Netherworld looked gloomy and angry, but he did not show it. After measuring the pros and cons, he nodded and said, "I bet with you."

"The right choice" Wang Chen chuckled and looked at the Duke of Netherworld and said, "You have ten seconds to prepare, and I will punch the first time in ten seconds."

The Duke of Netherworld waved his hand and asked the soul masters around to retreat for a while, leaving him and Wang Chen with an empty space.

"What are you trying to do? Why did you even bet with your father?" Hu Liena said in confusion.

Zhu Zhuqing also looked at Wang Chen with confusion, wondering why he did this.

If Wang Chen doesn't want to fight with her father, he can leave directly. There is no problem with his strength and the flying ability of Phoenix Wings. He wants to take them away with him, so how can he do it to bet with her father?

"I don't know, but he should have his reason for doing this. We can just keep watching," Zhu Zhuqing shook his head and said.

The seventh soul ring on the Duke of Netherworld flashed, and the real body of Netherworld was activated.

As the seventh soul ring lighted up, a dazzling purple light lit up around the body of the Netherworld Duke, and his body rushed forward and jumped. When he landed on the ground, his body had disappeared and turned into a huge Netherworld Spirit Cat.

The Netherworld Spirit Cat's hair moves with the wind emits a faint purple light, with sharp eyes, and the cat's claws rubbing deep scratches on the ground.

The release of the true body of the martial soul has improved the physical fitness of the Netherworld Duke to a higher level, and the body like a tiger contains terrifying energy.

As a soul master of the sensitive power system, the soul rings he obtained except for the seventh soul skill that can increase the physical strength, the others are biased towards attack and have no effect on the physical strength.

It is precisely because of the lack of defense skills that he released his true body of martial soul from the beginning. He only has this skill that can increase his physical strength.

When the Duke of Netherworld released his true body of martial soul, several soul rings on Wang Chen's body also lit up, and the second, third and fourth soul skills lit up one after another.

The release of three soul skills made Wang Chen's aura soar. His body, wearing the mysterious dragon armor, was howling wind, thunder flashed, and black mist was shrouded. His whole body was like a war god, with terrifying power.

As soon as ten seconds arrived, Wang Chen took a step back with his left leg, bent his knee slightly, and then he kicked violently, and the floor under his feet was broken. His body rushed forward from the ground, causing a strong wind. In just two steps, he came to the Netherworld Spirit Cat.

The right arm bent backward to accumulate strength, his fist clenched, and a terrifying force accumulates on his right fist.

The Duke of Netherworld felt a strong sense of crisis in his heart. Although Wang Chen's punch had not been blown out, the power transmitted from him made him feel a lot of pressure, and his muscles became tense unconsciously.

The soul power surged out in his body, increasing his defense to the maximum. At the same time, the cat's claws were swung out, and the sharp claws brought a cold light in the air.

"Boom" Wang Chen punched out, and the fist containing huge force exploded the air along the way. This punch was like a ferocious dragon, rushing forward in the craziest posture. When the dragon hit, even the mountains would collapse.

"Bang" the fist and the claws collided, and the energy impact caused by the impact spread everywhere. The soul masters around him staggered backwards under the impact of this energy. The tables and chairs were shaken down, the doors and windows were shaken violently, and the sound of impact continued to be heard.

The Duke of Netherworld just resisted for a moment, then screamed in pain and was punched in the chest by Wang Chen.

The chest was hit hard, and the Duke of Netherworld immediately spurted out a mouthful of blood, his body was shook back by huge force, and his limbs rubbed deep scratches on the ground.

"Bang" The Duke of Netherworld hit the wall, causing the entire hall to shake violently, and cracks spread on the wall.
Chapter completed!