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

Chapter 33: Beating Up the Shrek Team and Facing Zhao Wuji

The terrifying impact suddenly sent Dai Mubai, Oscar, Tang San, and Xiao Wu flying.

Ma Hongjun's head was pressed down by one hand by Tianxia Wuzei and slammed hard into the hard, cracked floor of the hotel.

Half of his head was stuck in the ground, his nasal bone collapsed on the spot, and blood gushed out from his nose.

He lay on the ground convulsing like a dead fish, not even having time to scream.

Everyone in the hotel was completely unprepared for the sudden outbreak of battle.

The Canghui Academy group, who were originally preparing to attack Shrek Academy, were stunned. The sudden turn of events shattered their plans.

Ye Zhi Qiu, the team leader from Cang Hui Academy, was a Soul King. At this moment, he was filled with horror, and cold sweat involuntarily seeped from his forehead.

Because, even with his Soul King strength, he was unable to capture the figure of Tianxia Wuzei.

"Fat!"

Dai Mubai was the first to react, roaring as his White Tiger Martial Soul instantly possessed him.

The purple soul ring beneath his feet suddenly lit up, and he unleashed his third soul skill, White Tiger Vajra Transformation.

In an instant, his muscles swelled up like an iron tower, like a ferocious tiger pouncing out, its claws striking straight at Tianxia Wuzei's head.

However, it seemed as if the thieves in the world had eyes in the back of their heads, and they easily dodged it by slightly turning their heads.

"Snapped!"

Without even turning his head, he slapped Dai Mubai across the face with a precise backhand, the crisp sound of the slap echoing throughout the entire hotel.

Dai Mubai was spun around three times in the air by the blow before crashing heavily to the ground.

Half of his face was swollen like a pig's head, the scarlet handprint was extremely glaring, blood was spilling from the corner of his mouth, and several of his teeth were loose.

"Young Master Dai, you have quite the thick skin. My hand hurts from slapping you like that."

"No Thieves Under Heaven" flicked his wrist, his tone flippant, as if he were the one who was injured.

Xiao Wu, upon seeing "No Thieves Under Heaven," flew into a rage: "You're the bastard who injured Xiao San! Watch how I teach you a lesson!"

Blinded by love, she completely forgot about the difference in their strength and transformed into a pink streak of light, charging forward recklessly.

However, in the eyes of the thieves, her actions were completely transparent.

"The first soul skill, waist bow!"

Xiao Wu appeared beside Tianxia Wuzei, her whole body leaping into the air. Her waist moved her hips, and her long legs lashed out like whips, creating a crackling sound in the air.

"Snapped!"

The thief easily grabbed her ankle without even shaking her.

"Bang bang bang!"

He showed no mercy, swinging his arms violently and slamming Xiao Wu to the ground from both sides.

"Xiao Wu!" Tang San's eyes were bloodshot, and the hidden weapon in his sleeve was ready to be fired.

Seeing Xiao Wu knocked unconscious, Tianxia Wuzei swung his arm and tossed her out of the hotel like a piece of trash.

Tang San, his eyes bloodshot and panting heavily, abandoned his attack and charged towards Xiao Wu using the Ghost Shadow Steps technique.

Before Xiao Wu landed, he leaped forward and caught her in his arms.

Instead of rushing to deal with Tang San, Tianxia Wuzei glanced at Oscar.

"I...I didn't do anything! Don't...don't hit me! I...I'm just a useless support Soul Master."

Oscar's legs trembled violently, his voice was choked with sobs, and he was almost curled up in a ball, wishing he could crawl under the table.

The man with the thief-free mind looked him up and down with a mocking expression and said, "So what? Didn't you say, 'Those who dare not cause trouble are mediocre'? I don't want to be mediocre, is there a problem with me attacking you?"

He wouldn't show any mercy to someone whose values ​​have been completely shattered.

A punch landed squarely on Oscar's face, instantly crushing his nose and teeth, disfiguring his once handsome face, and causing him to faint.

Only a dozen seconds after the Shrek team was defeated, the hotel was deathly silent.

Ignoring the crowd, Tianxia Wuzei stepped on Ma Hongjun's head, grinding his head further into the mud with the sole of his shoe.

The thief-free world does not intend to let the murderer who killed the parents of the four brothers die easily.

"What? Weren't you pretty arrogant and eager to fight just now? Why are you quiet now?"

"No Thief Under Heaven" sneered, stomping his foot, and Ma Hongjun, who was feigning death, immediately let out a pig-like scream. His gaze then fell on Dai Mubai, and he sneered, "Dai Mubai, aren't you Tang San's slave? Why aren't you making a move now to save face for your master?"

Dai Mubai's face was ashen, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked, but he didn't dare to move.

His intuition told him that if he dared to make a move, he would be smashed into a foldable screen in the next second.

"Oh, trash."

Seeing his actions, the thief cursed him mercilessly.

Seeing Dai Mubai's cowardly appearance, Zhu Zhuqing was very glad that she made the choice more than half a month ago.

Seeing that someone was still so calm, Tianxia Wuzei continued to grind his feet. Ma Hongjun flailed his arms and legs, but couldn't make a sound.

"stop!"

Seeing this, Zhao Wuji on the second floor finally couldn't hold back any longer. His Soul Saint-level Soul Power erupted, and his seven Soul Rings lit up instantly.

"You little beast, you're looking for death!"

Zhao Wuji leaped down from the second floor, and the phantom of the Mighty Vajra Bear appeared behind him, striking at Tianxia Wuzei with a palm.

Without overconfidence, Tianxia Wuzei immediately used his third soul skill to appear in front of Dai Mubai.

After all, the mark of wind was also etched on his body.

"What?!" Dai Mubai was completely taken aback when faced with the sudden appearance of Tianxia Wuzei in front of him.

With a bang, he flew backwards from the hotel entrance like a cannonball.

Tang San, who was holding Xiao Wu outside the hotel, heard the whistling wind and suddenly looked up.

A white figure streaked through the air and knocked him flying.

Xiao Wu, whom he was holding, was tossed high into the air and then fell to the ground with a thud, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Xiao Wu!" Tang San rushed over, heartbroken.

Zhao Wuji was speechless. He never expected that after he made a move against Tianxia Wuzei, Dai Mubai would still dare to attack him.

This is simply disregarding him, Acala!

"You little beast, go to hell!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and struck at Tianxia Wuzei with a palm, clearly having already used the soul power of a Soul Emperor.

The reason he didn't go all out was entirely because he was wary of the Soul Douluo who had stopped him that day.

This time, instead of dodging, Tianxia Wuzei sent a telepathic message to Ning Rongrong.

"Ning Rongrong, give me support!"

Ning Rongrong's eyes suddenly lit up; she understood that this was the time to demonstrate his value.

Two yellow spirit rings suddenly lit up on her body, and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda shone brightly in her right hand.

"The seven treasures transform into crystal, which has two meanings: first, power; second, speed!"

Two beams of light suddenly fell on Tianxia Wuzei, instantly completing the assistance.

Although Tianxia Wuzei knew the extent of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda's amplification, this was the first time he had received such an amplification.

A continuous stream of power surged within him, causing his muscles to swell slightly and his bones to emit a faint popping sound.

Zhao Wuji's fist wind had arrived, the air was compressed and produced a piercing shriek, and the pressure was overwhelming like Mount Tai pressing down.

A cold glint flashed in Tianxia Wuzei's eyes, and he suddenly clenched his left fist, gathering his soul power and azure energy at the tip of his fist.

"Overlord Chasing Wind Fist!"

"boom!"

The moment the two fists collided, a violent surge of soul power erupted.

A visible shockwave suddenly erupted from the two of them, instantly overturning tables, chairs, and dishes in the hotel, and cracking the walls.

Ordinary people were knocked to the ground by the impact, while the group of soul masters from Canghui Academy were forced to retreat and almost fell to the ground.

As a Soul King, Ye Zhi Qiu barely managed to steady himself. His pupils shrank as he looked at the scene before him, his heart filled with horror.

"This kid clearly only has level 40 soul power, yet he managed to withstand a blow from a Soul Saint?!"

(End of this chapter)