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

Chapter 4: Explosive King Possesses Him, Yan Kneels and Apologizes

None of the people present were deaf, so they naturally heard what Yan had just said.

As Hu Liena's devoted admirer, Tianxia Wuzei immediately understood the whole story.

"A simp will end up with nothing. Since you want me to embarrass myself, don't blame me for slapping you in the face."

The thief blinked his innocent-looking big eyes, feigning a terrified expression.

"Brother, I'm just a six-year-old child! If you punch me, won't my little body fall apart? Please, have mercy on me!"

Seeing his expression, the lackey's smugness grew even stronger, and he laughed wildly.

"Hahaha, a peasant is just a peasant. Even if he has full innate soul power, he can't compare to a single hair of Brother Yan!"

This flattery made Yan on the second floor feel very comfortable.

Showing off in front of his goddess gave him an unprecedented sense of exhilaration.

Upon hearing this, Tianxia Wuzei, with a stern face, retorted, "Senior, don't push your luck. If you didn't use your soul skills, you might not be my match!"

The lackey sneered, "I'm an 18th-level Battle Soul Master, my Martial Soul is the Turtle. Even if I stand here and let you hit me, you can't break through my defense!"

Hooked.

"No Thief Under Heaven" narrowed his eyes. "Then how do I break through your defenses?" He shrugged. "I can't just fight for nothing."

The lackey wanted to curry favor with Yan and build momentum for him, but naturally dared not overstep his bounds in suppressing the "No Thieves Under Heaven" regime.

The school rules of the Spirit Hall Academy clearly state that no fighting is allowed without authorization. Unless both parties agree, they can only fight in practical combat classes. Violating the rules will be punished.

The world is now free of thieves, which is clearly a sign of agreement. The lackey doesn't want to give up the opportunity to trample on a genius.

After thinking for a moment, he pulled off the silver chain around his neck: "This jewelry is worth one hundred gold soul coins. If you break through my defense, it's yours."

“Not enough.” Tianxia Wuzei suddenly pointed at Yan on the second-floor stands. “If I break your defense, he must kneel down and apologize to me.”

As soon as these words came out, the whole place was in an uproar.

As a member of the Spirit Hall's golden generation, Yan was usually aloof and arrogant.

Some people envy them, some are jealous, and some admire them.

Faced with the difficult question posed by "No Thieves Under Heaven," most trainees were just watching with a spectator's mentality.

"You brat, you're asking for death!" In a fit of rage, Yan crushed the railing, and magma patterns spread down his arm.

Hu Liena suddenly grabbed his shoulder, a wicked smile spreading across her face. "Say yes." She licked her lips and chuckled. "You're a man who doesn't even dare gamble with a child?"

Yan was captivated by the fragrant breeze around him.

Nana never touches my shoulder on her own initiative, so I have to make a move!

"Nana, you're right. How could a mere level 10 Soul Master break through Wang Ba's defense?"

Then he looked down at the world without thieves and said coldly, "But what if you can't break it?"

"So what if I can't break through it?" Tianxia Wuzei said nonchalantly. "I'm just a level 10 Soul Master, it's perfectly normal that I can't break through the defense of an 18th-level, one-ring Soul Master. What, do you want me to pay some price?"

"You!" Yan was speechless, never expecting that the shamelessness of "No Thief Under Heaven" was so thick.

They made him kneel down and beg for mercy, but they didn't have to pay any price themselves.

Looking at Yan's dark face, Tianxia Wuzei said impatiently, "Hey, if you don't want to, then forget it. After all, it's not like I want to hit you."

As he spoke, he was about to walk past Wang Ba into the classroom.

"Fine, I agree! I really don't believe you can break through Wang Ba's defense!" In order to show off in front of Hu Liena, Yan directly agreed to the unfair conditions.

With a triumphant smile, Tianxia Wuzei said to Wang Ba, "Then stand still and see if I can break through your turtle's defenses!"

Wang Ba sneered, "Hmph, come on, let's see how your weak fists can break through my defense! Turtle, possess me!"

Instantly, the green turtle phantom merged into Wang Ba's body, the light dissipated, and Wang Ba appeared wearing a turtle shell.

Behind the figure of "No Thief Under Heaven," the phantom of "Exploding King" appeared. He slowly clenched his right fist, and the phantom behind him materialized and covered his body.

"Explosive King, possess me!"

First, the right fist, with a lion-head-shaped metal part wrapped around it as if it were alive, the scales tightly attached, and the sharp fangs gleaming coldly at the corners of its lips.

At the same time, his left fist was instantly covered by a giant fist, the raised knuckles and sharp barbs demonstrating terrifying destructive power.

His entire body was instantly covered in blue and green armor, and the cape on his back spread out like a giant blue wing, dancing wildly and shining brightly.

(Refer to the third generation Burst King)
Everyone was shocked. They had thought that the martial spirit of "No Thieves Under Heaven" was strong, but they hadn't expected it to be this strong.

Just standing there, it gives people a sense of violent beauty.

"Gulp!" Wang Ba felt the suppression of his martial spirit, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. He couldn't help but swallow.

Seeing this, Yan felt uneasy and quickly reminded him, "Wang Ba, use your soul skill immediately!"

However, the world without thieves will not give Wang Ba the chance to use his soul skills.

He grabbed with his left hand, and blue wind elements gathered on his fist.

Immediately afterwards, a blue shockwave exploded from the ground, and Tianxia Wuzei appeared in front of Wang Ba as if he had teleported.

His right arm was like a taut bowstring, and his fist slammed straight into Wang Ba's face.

Wang Ba had no time to dodge, so he had to cross his arms in front of him and take the punch head-on.

"boom!"

With a muffled thud, the wind whistled past his ears, his vision blurred as he was sent flying by the punch.

"It's not over yet!"

Before the words were even finished, another blue shockwave erupted from the ground, and the figure of "No Thief Under Heaven" vanished once more.

When he reappeared, he was already behind Wang Ba, who was flying backwards, and punched him in the back, sending him flying again.

Wang Ba's arms stretched out to the sides due to inertia, leaving his front wide open.

The thief-free man reappeared in front of him, blue wind surging and compressing on his right fist, as if a hurricane was swirling around it.

Wang Bahai's face turned deathly pale as he endured the excruciating pain and unleashed his soul skill: "First Soul Skill, Turtle Barrier!"

In an instant, a green oval barrier enveloped him, but he still flew forward, trying to smash into Tianxia Wuzei.

Unexpectedly, the thief did not dodge or evade, but silently compressed the wind element on his right fist to the extreme.

Seeing the opportunity, he drew his right arm like a bow and threw a powerful punch.

"Overlord Chasing Wind Fist!"

On the second floor, Hu Liena's pupils shrank as she stared intently at Tianxia Wuzei: "This kind of soul power fluctuation has already reached the realm of a soul skill!"

"Could it be a self-created soul skill?!" Xie Yue suddenly pressed down on the railing, an expression of disbelief on his face.

Yan's face turned pale and then purple, changing unpredictably.

As a member of the Spirit Hall's golden generation, he had already foreseen Wang Ba's defeat.

The punch from "No Thieves Under Heaven," imbued with the power of a hurricane, slammed straight into the green barrier.

"Crack!"

The barrier cracked where the fist struck, shattering with a bang.

The fist slammed into Wang Ba's face like a cannonball, and a sickening cracking sound rang out.

"puff!"

Wang Ba spat out a mouthful of blood mist, leaving a striking trail of blood on the hard floor, before finally losing consciousness.

The entire room fell silent; you could hear a pin drop.

The thief slowly withdrew his fist, looked at Yan on the second floor, and said calmly, "Senior, you can kneel down and apologize now."

The surrounding students only came to their senses upon hearing this, and each of them showed an expression of disbelief.

Seeing Yan's expression change as quickly as turning the pages of a book, Tianxia Wuzei quipped.

"Sigh, if you don't want to kneel, fine. But if word gets out about what happened today, everyone will know that the Golden Generation are untrustworthy. When the Spirit Hall's Holy Maiden is branded as untrustworthy, you'll be a sinner for all time."

Yan looked at Hu Liena like a loyal dog, unwilling to let this happen, no matter how much he didn't want it to.

He immediately jumped from the second floor, his face turning from pale to black. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he slowly knelt down in front of the "No Thieves Under Heaven" and let out a roar.

"Yes...I'm sorry."

The thief-free man didn't even glance at Yan, and walked past him with the three traitors.

Suddenly, Yan's voice appeared in his mind.

"Kid, you're pretty good. But you have a long road ahead of you. Watch how I cripple you."

In response to Yan Biyin's threats, Tianxia Wuzei simply retorted, "Don't threaten me. If you're not satisfied, how about we gamble with our lives next time?"

After saying that, he ignored Yan and walked towards the four-person dormitory that the Spirit Hall had prepared for them, leaving Yan utterly humiliated.

(End of this chapter)