Douluo Continent: I Have No Thieves Under Heaven, the Explosive King Returns

Chapter 21 Dominating the Soul Arena, Shrek Academy's Recruitment Day (A trial run, please read and add to your favorites!)

Soto City Grand Arena, the main arena of the Soul Master Tournament.

"boom!"

With a muffled thud on the arena, a level 35 offensive-type Battle Soul Master was sent flying by a single punch from Tianxia Wuzei.

He was sent flying and crashed heavily onto the edge of the fighting arena, spitting blood and losing consciousness on the spot.

The arena was silent; there were no cheers or shouts.

The thief-free man, accustomed to this, glanced at the host riding on the flying soul tool and said, "Host, aren't you going to announce the results yet?"

The host made the announcement out of professional conduct, but his tone already carried a hint of helplessness.

"The victor, the Explosive King! Let's give him a round of applause for his fifteenth consecutive win!"

However, the scene remained silent.

Normally, such a brilliant record of twelve consecutive wins should make both the host and the audience happy.

However, the audience, contrary to expectations, showed absolutely no enthusiasm.

It's not the audience's fault; the main problem is that the fighting spirit in "A World Without Thieves" is just too boring.

At first it was fine, but a single move that instantly killed the opponent ignited the entire arena.

However, after so many times the tickets were sold out in seconds, they became less interesting, and the audience felt they weren't worth the ticket price.

After all, they come to the Soul Arena to watch exciting battles between Soul Masters, not to see them instantly killed.

The thief glanced around, but instead of leaving the ring, he pricked up his ears, waiting for cheers.

This is shameless!
The Soul Master in the audience, who had been defeated by him, could no longer hold back and immediately started cursing.

"Damn it! Have you no shame? You're level 40 and you're still hanging around in the Soul Master server stomping noobs?!"

"Exactly! If you're so capable, go fight in the Soul Sect region! What kind of skill is it to bully us Soul Masters?"

"What's with you, a level 40 Quasi-Soul Master, beating a level 35 Soul Venerable? You want to hear cheers? Dream on!"

It's no wonder these Soul Masters were so agitated; it's mainly because "No Thieves Under Heaven" is just too shameless.

In the Great Soul Arena, there have been instances of Quasi-Soul Masters participating in Soul Venerable-level battles.

But most people only fight one or two battles before rushing off to acquire their fourth spirit ring.

He, on the other hand, stayed for fifteen days and fought fifteen battles in the Soul Venerable Zone.

On the stage, the thief, hearing the curses from all directions, not only wasn't annoyed but grinned, as if he had achieved some goal.

"What? You're not convinced?" He glanced around the audience, his gaze defiant. "If you're not convinced, come up here and face me!"

Upon hearing this, the audience fell silent.

Who dares to go up?
Although the phrase "No Thieves Under Heaven" is shameless, the combat power they displayed was incredibly strong.

Even a level 39 Battle Soul Venerable was easily defeated in no time.

However, seeing that Tianxia Wuzei had not left the ring for a long time, the most panicked were not those who insulted him, but the traitors and those who recognized the enemy as their father.

"The boss's expression is off!" The traitor felt a chill run down his spine and instinctively took a half-step back. "The last time he had that expression, we were 'specially trained' and had to crawl back!"

His Adam's apple bobbed as he recognized the thief as his father, and cold sweat instantly beaded on his palms: "I feel like some kind of trouble is about to break out, but there's no way to escape it."

The two looked at each other, their hearts filled with despair.

It seemed that the man in the story, "No Thieves Under Heaven," had overheard their whispers and a mocking smile appeared on his lips.

He glanced around the audience and said, "What, do you really want me to go to the Soul Sect competition area to fight?"

"Of course, which participating Soul Master wouldn't want you to compete in the Soul Sect Division!"

Someone answered him as soon as he said it.

"Alright, then I'll give you a chance." The thief pointed at the two men in the audience, the traitor and the one who recognized the thief as his father.

"If you can defeat Golden Dart King and Sea Shark King three times each within a week, I will enter the Soul Master Tournament as a Level 40 Quasi-Soul Master."

Upon hearing this, both the Soul Master and the audience looked in the direction he was pointing.

The traitor and the man who had recognized the enemy as his father immediately felt as if they were sitting on pins and needles, with a thorn in their side and a fishbone stuck in their throat. "Damn it, I knew the boss was digging a trap! I never imagined there was no way to avoid it!"

"Boss, are you trying to kill us?!"

Traitors and those who betray their country are left speechless with grief; they've been lucky to have such a leader in their lives.

The contestants were all eager to fight, wishing they could have a battle of wits with the Golden Dart King and the Sea Shark King right now.

Although both of them were very powerful, they won ten out of fifteen battles.

But they are only level 32 Soul Masters after all. Higher-level Soul Masters have a much higher chance of winning against them!
Seeing the fierce looks in the contestants' eyes, Tianxia Wuzei nodded in satisfaction; his goal had finally been achieved.

"Even though I didn't make you participate in the life-or-death battle, I'll still give you a tough challenge in the strategic battle. You should thank me; there's no older brother in the world more responsible than me."

After tricking his younger brothers, he quickly left the arena, leaving his two brothers to bear the wrath of those people.

Outside the Great Battle Arena, in a secluded spot.

The cardinal stood beside Tianxia Wuzei and respectfully said, "Your Holiness, tomorrow is Shrek Academy's admissions day."

"This day has finally come!"

The man with the surname "Tianxia Wuzei" looked grave; these past few days had likely been the most dangerous time of his life.

Shrek Academy's recruitment drive indicates that Tang San and Xiao Wu have arrived in Soto City.

Now that they had arrived, Tang Hao naturally came as well.

If Tang Hao discovers my identity as the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, I'm afraid there will be big trouble.

After pondering for a moment, Tianxia Wuzei instructed the Cardinal: "From now on, stop monitoring Shrek Academy, return to your shop and close the doors to customers. Do not let anyone discover your identity as a member of the Spirit Hall."

"Yes, Your Highness." The cardinal, having received the order, quickly withdrew.

After the cardinal left, he thought to himself, "No, it doesn't feel safe with just one cardinal around. I need to find an irresistible reason to make the person hiding in the shadows show up."

Isn't there exactly one reason that's hard to refuse?

Xiao Wu is a 100,000-year-old soul beast in human form.

A 100,000-year-old soul bone and a 100,000-year-old soul ring are both ranked number one on the Soul Master's dream list.

So what if he's a Title Douluo? Who wouldn't be tempted by these two things?

Thinking of this, Tianxia Wuzei muttered to himself while looking up at the sky.

"The whereabouts of the 400,000-year-old soul beast in human form, if you want to know, come find me tonight, or you'll be late."

Before he finished speaking, an invisible wave of energy emanated from him.

Without even turning around to confirm, Wu Zetian disappeared into the clamor of the Great Soul Arena, leaving only a trembling echo in the wind.

The moment he left, a figure slowly emerged from the shadows of the Great Soul Arena's dome.

The man with red hair that stood on end like a lion's mane crossed his arms, his sharp gaze piercing through the noise and locking onto the man who was invincible.

This person is none other than the Fourth Elder of the Spirit Hall, Lion Douluo.

"Where did this brat get his information?" He rested his knuckles on his chin, his face full of doubt. "I didn't even know about a 100,000-year-old soul beast taking human form. Are you trying to trick me?"

That being said, Lion Douluo knew that the claim of "No Thieves Under Heaven" was not unfounded.

This made him really eager to try it.

As the wind blew past Tianxia Wuzei's ear in the arena, a smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.

At the same time, Xiao Wu, who had just entered Soto City, couldn't help but shudder.

Seeing this, Tang San asked with concern, "Xiao Wu, are you alright?"

"Xiao San, I feel like something is watching us." Xiao Wu looked around warily, a look of fear flashing in her eyes.

Tang San activated his Purple Demon Eyes and cautiously surveyed his surroundings, a bone-piercing nail silently sliding out from his sleeve.

A figure in black robes vanished in a flash from the shadows, leaving only a faint sentence in the air.

"Heh, you noticed me? You've got some skill. But if you dare leave Xiao San, I'll take your soul bone and soul ring in advance."

(End of this chapter)