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

Chapter 7 The Three Thieves' Persistence, The World Without Thieves Makes a Powerful Comeback
The following day, the three traitors withdrew from their meditation practice.

Looking at the empty bed, the man who had mistaken his father for a thief asked in confusion, "Hey, where did my older brother go?"

"Could it be that the boss thinks we're a burden and doesn't want us anymore?!"

His shifty-eyed appearance and swollen, red eyes resembled two ripe peaches, and tears streamed down his face.

The traitorous minister, in a fit of anger, punched the shifty-eyed man on the head.

"What nonsense are you spouting? How could the boss abandon us? He should have gotten up early and brought us breakfast. Come on, let's go out and look for him."

The three little ones quickly left the dormitory and wandered around the Spirit Hall Academy.

Some ordinary colleges did not show hostility upon seeing this, having witnessed firsthand how Wu Zetian defeated Wang Ba yesterday.

Besides the fact that there are no thieves in the world, the three traitors and rebels also have great talents.

No one would be foolish enough to provoke four brothers with such high potential.

Of course, I didn't shamelessly become a lackey.

After all, the four brothers had offended the Golden Generation, prominent figures at the Spirit Hall Academy.

After searching around without finding it, the three traitors had no choice but to head to the first-year classroom.

As soon as the three of them stepped into the first-year classroom, they bumped into seven or eight students with mocking smiles on their faces.

The leader was a boy with spiky hair, who was kicking the edge of the podium with his toes, making a screeching sound.

"Hey, aren't these the geniuses who joined yesterday? They only show up halfway through the class, they really have a big ego."

The spiky-haired man spoke in a sarcastic tone, which drew laughter from the surrounding lackeys.

The teacher on the podium was a Soul Master, a middle-aged man with a goatee.

He simply watched this scene with indifference.

Because he was Bibi Dong, who belonged to the Pope's faction.

Naturally, we must obey Bibi Dong's orders from last night unconditionally.

If he weren't a teacher, bound by the rules of the Spirit Hall Academy, he would have personally dealt with the traitors and their ilk.

When someone causes trouble, he's naturally happy to have some peace and quiet.

"Don't flatter us. We were just delayed looking for our elder brother," the traitor said in a deep voice, his fists clenched white.

"Looking for that madman who made Senior Yan kneel down?" The spiky-haired guy suddenly kicked over a desk. "Today is practical class, and the teacher said we can form teams to spar freely. There are twenty-three of us here, and we want to see what you four brothers are capable of!"

They were initially a little apprehensive, after all, Tianxia Wuzei was a level 10 soul power user with a powerful self-created soul skill.

Even if they outnumber the enemy, they may not be able to win.

However, now that there were only three traitors, they immediately started shouting and openly bullied the few with their numbers.

The shifty-eyed man trembled with rage: "Have you no shame! Twenty-three against three of us?"

"No, I'm going to beat up all four of you. What? Scared?" a girl with a ponytail sneered. "Weren't you four brothers pretty cocky yesterday? Now you know..."

Before she could finish speaking, the man who had mistaken her for a thief was already possessed by the Sea Shark King, and punched her in the face.

Possessed by the Sea Shark King, he stomped his foot on the ground and gave them a fierce look: "Stop talking nonsense! If you want to fight, then fight!"

Then, the traitor and the shifty-eyed fox also seemed to be possessed by martial spirits, staring intently at the troublemakers.

At this point, the goatee-wearing teacher, who had been watching the show, slowly spoke up: "Since both sides agree, let's go to the training ground. Remember, stop when you've made your point."

That being said, he emphasized the phrase "stop when you've touched the ground."

On the training field, twenty-three trainees surrounded the three in a fan shape.

Their martial spirits are diverse, including weapon martial spirits, beast martial spirits, and even plant martial spirits.

How could someone who can be admitted to the Spirit Hall Academy be considered a waste?

These lackeys all had at least level six soul power, and some even reached level seven.

"Attack!" The hedgehog-headed man waved his hand, and five level-six Soul Warriors rushed forward at the same time.

The traitor's eyes gleamed with a sharp light as he drew two dart-like weapons from his armor. With the power of level nine soul force, he instantly dispatched two charging lackeys with level six soul force.

Both being at the ninth level of soul power, neither was willing to back down. A long sword resembling a shark fin shot out from his right arm, its cold light gleaming.

He cleaved two people in two with a single strike, proving himself to be no less formidable.

With shifty eyes and a rat-like brow, he wielded a katana and moved with the agility of a monkey, specializing in attacks on the lower body.

With his level eight soul power, he crushed the last lackey who rushed up.

In less than a minute, all five men in the first wave collapsed to the ground groaning.

"Keep going!" The spiky-haired man's face turned ashen.

Seven lackeys rushed out this time, and they were all at level six soul power.

This time, the battle lasted for more than ten minutes.

The traitor threw a dart and sent the last lackey flying, leaving three bloody gashes on his right arm.

He had several bruises and wounds on his body after recognizing a thief as his father, and most of his soul power had been consumed.

With shifty eyes and panting heavily, he was clearly exhausted.

"The rest of you, charge!" the spiky-haired man roared hysterically, his face beaming with elation. "Even if they have high soul power, we'll wear them down!"

Meanwhile, above the Spirit Hall, Wu Zetian and Xiong Shi Douluo returned to the academy.

"Hey, Fourth Brother, I haven't even tested the effects of my first soul skill yet, why are you in such a hurry to take me back to the Spirit Hall!"

There was a bit of a complaint from Tianxia Wuzei, who had already successfully obtained his first soul ring from a four-hundred-year-old Earth-Splitting Wind and Thunder Ape.

The Lion Douluo's lips twitched; they had become close friends despite their age difference in just one night.

Therefore, he became known as the fourth brother.

However, the world without thieves suited his taste perfectly, so fourth place it is.

Lion Douluo didn't keep him in suspense and told him directly, "Your brothers are in trouble, otherwise I wouldn't have been in such a hurry to bring you back."

Before the issue of "No Thieves Under Heaven" could be investigated further, a commotion was heard coming from the direction of the training ground.

Looking in the direction of the sound, the scene on the training field made his eyes practically spit fire.

The traitor knelt on one knee, his body covered in wounds, barely supporting himself with a dart.

He was surrounded and mocked by many people for recognizing a thief as his father.

The shifty-eyed man was pinned to the ground by two men, his face covered in shoe prints.

"This level of skill doesn't even qualify you for the Spirit Hall Academy!" The spiky-haired guy was grinding his toes against his shifty-eyed fingers. "Isn't your eldest brother supposed to be a great fighter? Call him over! Even if all four of you brothers team up—"

"boom!"

Before he could even utter the last word "up," a blue figure slammed into him and sent him flying.

The hedgehog-shaped head was embedded in the college wall, its chest was visibly sunken, and blood and foam mixed with fragments of internal organs were spitting from its mouth. Its head tilted to the side and it fainted.

The whole place was dead silent.

Tianxia Wuzei slowly retracted his right fist, which was wrapped in wind elements, and his blue and green armor gleamed coldly in the sunlight.

He glanced at the teacher with the goatee, who was so frightened by the look that he took three steps back.

"I heard you want to challenge the four of us brothers?" His voice was soft, but it sent a chill down the spines of the twenty-odd lackeys.

Just then, the system's voice sounded in my mind.

[Ding, system tasks issued. Task 1: Endure in silence, earn the title of "useless," and witness the rebellion of your three younger brothers; Task 2: Beat up twenty-three lackeys, and receive 1 lottery draw chance.]

The moment the mission appeared, Tianxia Wuzei had already made the mission selection.

"Nonsense, of course I'd choose the second one. My stupid brothers are only someone I can bully; what are they anyway!"

(End of this chapter)