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

Chapter 8 No Thieves Under Heaven vs. Yan

"Explosive King, possess me!"

Before anyone could respond, Wu Zetian vanished from his spot the instant his martial spirit was activated.

When it reappeared, it was already beside the traitor, behind a person holding a shield-wielding martial spirit.

The man felt the suffocating pressure behind him and quickly raised his shield to protect his head.

The next instant, Tianxia Wuzei punched it.

"boom!"

The shield dented instantly, and the man's legs bent backwards in a bizarre way, like broken reeds.

Before he could even scream, Tianxia Wuzei grabbed him by the throat and slammed him to the ground.

"boom!"

The ground was cracked, and gravel flew everywhere.

The man's lumbar spine and the stone slab simultaneously emitted a cracking sound as he was unable to bear the weight, and his entire body was stuck in the ground in an "N" shape.

Without stopping, Tianxia Wuzei took several steps to stand in front of another person, his fists already swirling like a hurricane.

The man's clothes shattered instantly, and the muffled sound of ribs caved in mingled with the howling wind.

"puff!"

Blood gushed from his seven orifices, and he flew backward like a cannonball, knocking over five people behind him.

"Ah! Murder!"

At this moment, some people came to their senses, but they were already terrified and turned to run wildly out of the training field.

"Trying to run away? Where do you think you're going?"

The emotionless voice of "No Thieves Under Heaven" rang in the ears of the fleeing lackey.

A whip kick, accompanied by a gust of wind, cleaved towards the man's back like a battle axe.

"Crack!"

The crisp sound of the tailbone breaking was clearly audible as the trainee's head and heel collided, folding into a folded screen.

The thief continued to kill the lackeys as if they were nothing, slaughtering them to pieces.

At this moment, the teacher with the goatee finally realized what was happening: "Stop! You've acted recklessly and violated school rules!"

"School rules?" Tianxia Wuzei grabbed a student by the neck, turned around and sneered, "Where are the school rules when twenty-three are fighting three?"

The teacher was speechless after being confronted; he had indeed condoned those people's bullying of the weak.

Moreover, judging from Bibi Dong's orders last night, it seems that "No Thieves Under Heaven" has become connected with the Hall of Offerings.

He's just a lowly Soul Master; he wouldn't be foolish enough to seek death.

In just two minutes, not a single lackey could stand on the training field; some were dead, and others were crippled.

After dealing with these lackeys, Tianxia Wuzei went to help the traitors and rebels up.

"Big brother!" The shifty-eyed man cried, his eyes brimming with tears. "I've embarrassed you!"

"No Thief Under Heaven" vigorously rubbed his dog head and praised, "To be able to do this well while fighting multiple opponents, you've really made me proud."

The traitors and those who recognized the enemy as their fathers stood up, but there was no joy on their faces.

They didn't resent that "No Thieves Under Heaven" hadn't returned sooner; rather, they hated themselves for being too weak to even protect their younger brother.

Just as Mr. Goatee was wondering how to end this, an angry shout rang out.

"There are no thieves in the world, yet you dare to kill your classmate! As your senior, I'm going to teach you a lesson!"

Before the person arrived, the sound preceded them; a fiery red figure rushed straight into the training field.

Having acquired all the combat experience of another "No Thief Under Heaven," he immediately sensed the danger.

He suddenly waved his hand, sending the three traitors out of the training ground.

Then, he used his legs to propel himself into the air.

A pillar of magma shot out from where he had just been, the intense heat distorting even the air itself.

Tianxia Wuzei squinted at Yan, a cold killing intent flashing in his eyes.

"He just used his soul skill; it seems he really wants to kill me. Was it Bibi Dong's order, or was it his own idea? But it doesn't matter anymore; I will settle all these scores one by one."

Yan was not discouraged when he missed his attack. He turned around and questioned, "Tianxia Wuzei, why are you so ruthless? Have you become a Fallen Soul Master?" Faced with the high title of Fallen Soul Master, Tianxia Wuzei sneered.

He looked at Yan seriously, his tone cold: "You are afraid of my rise and want to cause me trouble, why bother with such a reason? If you suppress your soul power to the level of a first-ring soul master and defeat me, I will kill myself on the spot."

"Arrogant!" Yan appeared furious on the surface, but secretly he was pleased with himself.

This is a perfect opportunity to get rid of him. Not only will I be able to complete His Holiness the Pope's mission, but I might also win Nana's heart.

Even if he becomes a one-ring Soul Master now and creates his own Soul Skill, he will only have two Soul Skills.

Although it allowed me to suppress the soul power of a first-ring soul master, it didn't mean I couldn't use a second or third soul skill!
He showed no arrogance whatsoever, and immediately declared, "What a boastful tone! Then I'll suppress my soul power to that of a first-ring Soul Master and defeat you, you arrogant and ignorant brat!"

"In that case, let me be the referee."

The Lion Douluo appeared at the sidelines at some point, his sharp gaze sweeping over everyone present.

Xie Yue and Hu Liena, who were still thinking of taking advantage of the situation, immediately dared not make any small moves and stood obediently below the training ground.

Lion Douluo had long seen through their little schemes.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have come to be the referee and support "No Thieves Under Heaven".

Ignoring Lion Douluo, Tianxia Wuzei silently thought, "System, give me a lottery draw."

[Beep, successful use of attempt, drawing in progress...]

[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have obtained a Soul Skill Card (Ultimate Skill Card): Explosive Lightning Cannon. Host, would you like to learn it immediately?]

"study!"

In an instant, the thief learned the explosive electric cannon as if by muscle memory.

Yan was not intimidated by the arrival of the Lion Douluo, because behind him stood Pope Bibi Dong.

"First Soul Skill, Hell Lava Charge!"

In the blink of an eye, he transformed into a ball of molten lava and streaked through the air, leaving a trail of afterimages.

However, the Explosive King, known for his speed and strength, easily dodged Yan's straight-line charge, toying with Yan like a dog.

Watching Yan getting closer and closer, he sighed inwardly, "He is still a Soul Master after all. Even if he is suppressed to the level of a first-ring Soul Master, his soul power is still much greater than mine."

The thieves knew that they couldn't keep hiding forever; only by attacking could they possibly win the battle.

A yellow spirit ring suddenly appeared on his body. "First spirit skill, Earth-Splitting Wind and Thunder Transformation!"

In an instant, Tianxia Wuzei's perception, strength, and speed increased by 30%.

With a surge in speed and power, the balance of offense and defense shifted dramatically.

He unleashed his self-created soul skill, the Overlord Chasing Wind Fist, to attack Yan.

Yan felt a blur before his eyes as he was struck squarely in the face, sending him flying backward.

The thief was almost behind him when he punched him in the back.

Yan suppressed his nosebleed and quickly used his second soul skill, Granite Rock.

In an instant, dark red stone patterns appeared on his body, and his skin instantly turned to lithification.

However, Wu Zetian did not back down and still punched him in the back.

With a loud bang, the terrifying force caused Yan to stagger.

Enraged, Yan turned and threw a punch, but missed.

The thief reappeared behind him, punching him like cannonballs.

The sounds of banging echoed across the training ground. Yan was beaten so badly that his blood was surging and his internal organs were churning. He had no power to fight back at all.

Suddenly, Wu Zetian found an opening and immediately poured all his power into this punch.

Combining the ultimate in power and speed, the Overlord Chasing Wind Fist is unleashed in a single punch.

Unexpectedly, Yan suddenly sneered, "Finally fell for it, I'll die!"

That was a deliberate slip-up he made to lure his prey into a trap.

He let out a sinister laugh, and the purple soul ring on his body suddenly lit up.

"The third soul skill, the flames of hell!"

(End of this chapter)