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

Chapter 34: Qi Battles Zhao Wuji, Tang San Reveals Hidden Weapons

The sleeve of the right arm of the character "天下无贼" was torn to shreds, revealing his arm with bulging veins.

Zhao Wuji's fist was also abruptly stopped in mid-air, unable to advance any further!
"What a powerful punch! Is this the strength of a Soul Saint?!"

Even so, Wu Zetian gritted his teeth, and the blue light on his fist surged again.

The ground beneath his feet collapsed by half a foot, yet he did not retreat an inch.

He used the momentum to his advantage, channeling all his strength into this punch, and successfully held his own against Zhao Wuji.

Zhao Wuji's tiger's mouth trembled, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Although this punch was not delivered with full force, it was enough to crush an ordinary Soul Emperor.

Yet, Tianxia Wuzei, a quasi-Soul Master who had not yet acquired a Soul Ring, did not retreat even half a step in the face of this punch.

Even the recoil from the fist made his arm go slightly numb!

"This kid is a monster too, we can't let this drag on any longer!"

A murderous glint flashed in Zhao Wuji's eyes, and the muscles in his right arm suddenly bulged, his punching power increasing dramatically.

The expression on Tianxia Wuzei's face changed as he felt an overwhelming force pressing down on him.

In an instant, his fist bones made a cracking sound as they could no longer bear the weight.

He cursed inwardly, "That old dog didn't even use his full strength! I can't take that punch head-on!"

Zhao Wuji laughed wildly: "You little beast, that's enough!"

He slammed his right fist down with unstoppable force.

With no more thieves in sight, he was no match for them and flew backward like a kite with a broken string.

However, he twisted and flipped in mid-air, his clothes billowing like crane wings, using the momentum to spin in mid-air, and lightly touched the ground with his toes to stabilize his body.

Using the force of Zhao Wuji's punch, he gracefully darted out of the main entrance and landed steadily outside the hotel.

Ye Zhi Qiu stared wide-eyed at Tianxia Wuzei.

"Just who is this kid? There's no one like him in the Advanced Soul Master Academy! If we can recruit him into Canghui Academy, Canghui Academy might be able to rival the Elemental Academy or even the Heaven Dou Royal Academy!"

He was still very confident that he could save Tianxia Wuzei from Zhao Wuji's clutches.

Of course, it wasn't due to his own strength, but rather the Canghui Academy behind him.

The instructors at Canghui Academy, Canmeng Shinian, are all level 72 Soul Saints, and even if the dean isn't a Soul Douluo, he's still a high-level Soul Saint.

Therefore, Ye Zhi Qiu believed that if he stepped forward, Shrek Academy, an unknown institution, would definitely give Canghui Academy some face.

The three traitors were not surprised by this, after all, that was their leader!
Moreover, he looked eager to try, ready to make a move at any moment.

Zhu Zhuqing clenched her fists excitedly, her beautiful eyes shining brightly.

Ning Rongrong's breathing quickened, but a flame of excitement ignited in her eyes.

"Wow, that's amazing! It seems I made the right decision to follow him!"

"Trying to escape?!" Zhao Wuji roared in anger upon seeing this, and burst out like a mad bear smashing through the door frame.

He had to eliminate the thief who displayed extraordinary talent.

Otherwise, if you don't nip the problem in the bud, you'll be the one who ends up dead.

"No Thief Under Heaven" glanced at him and sneered, "Escape? When did you start thinking about escaping? You should know that I'm never alone."

"What?!" Zhao Wuji was shocked. By the time he realized what was happening, several attacks were already coming at him from all directions!

"Thunderous Ghost Boomerang!"

The traitor crossed his arms and swung out two darts crackling with lightning, aiming straight for Zhao Wuji's back.

He slammed his fists into the ground, his icy blue soul power pouring into the earth: "Diamond Ice Dust Fist!"

Dozens of sharp ice spikes suddenly shot out from the ground, coiling towards Zhao Wuji's legs like venomous snakes.

"Chop him down!" The shifty-eyed man raised his Fiery Cloud Blade high, the blade drawing in heavenly lightning. A blade aura crackling with lightning tore through the air, "Flying Blade Rock-Splitting Slash!"

Ning Rongrong lightly tapped the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda with her fingertips, while Zhu Zhuqing stood guard beside her like a ghost, her cat-like eyes fixed on the battle.

Faced with the overwhelming attack, Zhao Wuji had no choice but to halt his pursuit.

"A mere trick!" he roared, his soul power condensing into a semi-transparent golden shield on his body, which was his signature move, the Immovable King Body.

"Clang clang clang!" A series of sounds rang out in an instant, as lightning darts exploded, ice spikes shattered, and blade energy dissipated.

Sparks flew everywhere from the surface of Fudo Myo-o's body, clanging and rattling incessantly, but it remained unbroken.

As the offensive ended and dust billowed, Zhao Wuji tore through the dust with one hand and sneered, "Is this all you've got?"

Suddenly, a cold voice came from the smoke and dust: "Is that so? Then taste this punch!"

Ning Rongrong received a telepathic message, and the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda suddenly burst into brilliant colors.

"Seven treasures are transformed into crystal, possessing two qualities: power and speed!"

The moment the amplification effect hit, Tianxia Wuzei activated his third soul skill, using the Wind Domain to teleport in front of Zhao Wuji.

"Overlord Chasing Wind Fist - Explosive Style!"

His right fist suddenly erupted with a dazzling bluish-purple light, and the lion's head seemed to come alive, letting out a deep roar.

With a single punch, the air was compressed to the extreme, forming visible distorted ripples, as if even space itself trembled under this punch!

"boom!"

This punch landed squarely on Zhao Wuji's chest, the Immovable King's body rubbing against the lion's head, creating a dazzling shower of sparks!

"Give it to me, break!" Tianxia Wuzei's soul power surged, all his strength concentrated on his fist.

With a crisp crack, the body of the Immovable King was shattered inch by inch by this punch!
Zhao Wuji's pupils shrank sharply, and for the first time, an expression of disbelief and horror appeared on his face.

"impossible!"

However, before his roar could even finish, the body of Fudo Myoo exploded with a bang!

The fist of "No Thief Under Heaven" slammed straight into Zhao Wuji's chest, causing his chest to cave in instantly. As he flew backward, several faint cracking sounds could be heard.

"Boom boom boom!"

As if struck by a powerful ten-thousand-year-old soul beast, Zhao Wuji was transformed into a blurry afterimage and sent flying backward at a terrifying speed!

The air behind him exploded into visible white shockwaves, and wherever the wind passed, it carved a deep trench into the ground!

Click! Click! Click!

The continuous explosions echoed through the forest!

Those thick tree trunks that required two people to hug burst open like fragile straws the moment they came into contact!
Wood chips rained down like a storm, with sharp fragments even embedding themselves deep into the surrounding rock walls!
"boom!"

With a final, muffled thud, Zhao Wuji was embedded deep into the trunk of an ancient tree that would take three or four people to encircle.

The enormous impact caused the entire tree trunk to develop exaggerated spiderweb-like cracks, almost shattering on the spot!

As the dust settled, it was revealed that Zhao Wuji's burly body had actually smashed into the tree trunk, creating a human-shaped dent.

His limbs twitched slightly, and a trickle of blood escaped from the corner of his mouth.
The whole place was dead silent.

As the smoke and dust cleared, Tianxia Wuzei shook his numb right arm, a cold smile curving his lips: "Fudo Myoo? He's nothing special."

"Roar!" Zhao Wuji's furious roar resounded through the sky!

He, a dignified level 76 Soul Saint, was actually defeated by a group of children today and was even mocked and looked down upon.

As a ruthless person who escaped from the clutches of many powerful figures in the Spirit Hall back then, how could he possibly be a kind and benevolent person?

Zhao Wuji broke free from the tree trunk, ripped his tattered shirt to shreds, revealing a chest covered in hideous scars, and bloodshot eyes.

"You little bastard, I will kill you today!"

The seventh spirit ring suddenly burst forth with dazzling golden light, and the Martial Soul True Body was fully unleashed!
Although his body did not swell, the illusory image of the Mighty Vajra Bear behind him solidified, as if a real Mighty Vajra Bear had come to life.

In an instant, level 76 soul power swept across the entire arena like a raging torrent!
Just as Zhao Wuji's martial spirit true form swept across the entire arena, a ghostly figure quietly appeared behind Tianxia Wuzei and the others.

Tang San activated his Purple Demon Eye to its fullest extent, his eyes becoming bloodshot.

He was hunched over, his hands hanging down like spider legs on either side of the Twenty-Four Bridges Under the Bright Moon, his knuckles white from excessive exertion.

"Those who injure the little dancer shall die!"

A hoarse roar squeezed out from between his teeth as he violently swung his arm!

"Shhhhhh!"

On the night of the bright moon over the Twenty-Four Bridges, dozens of eerie blue lights suddenly burst forth, and bone-piercing nails, sleeve arrows, and flying stones intertwined to form a deadly rainstorm!
"careful!"

(End of this chapter)