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

Chapter 85 Bloody Mary

"Kid, you still have a chance to regret it now, but once you actually enter the City of Slaughter, you won't have that chance anymore."

The Lion Douluo's voice sounded particularly heavy in the wind, yet he continued to persuade.

Hearing his words, Tianxia Wuzei couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"Fourth brother, stop buzzing around in my ear like a fly, okay? You've seen my abilities, so why don't you have confidence in me?!"

He pondered this for a long time, but still couldn't understand why neither Qian Daoliu nor Lion Douluo wanted to see him enter the City of Slaughter.

It wasn't a true hell where there was no chance of survival, and the rules there were more favorable to him.

The inability to use Soul Skills in the City of Slaughter is a significant weakness for other Soul Masters.

However, for the game "No Thieves Under Heaven," whether or not one can use soul skills doesn't really make much difference.

The vast majority of his attack methods originate from his self-created soul skills. Being unable to use soul skills only slightly reduces the power of his self-created soul skills.

As the Lion Douluo drew ever closer to the entrance to the City of Slaughter, he finally voiced his concerns with utter desperation.

"Kid, you are indeed very strong." He paused, then continued with concern, "But don't forget, you are still just a twelve-year-old child!"

The city of slaughter is a hell that corrodes one's will; how could a twelve-year-old child possibly endure it!
A thunderclap resounded in the mind of "No Thieves Under Heaven," and his eyes widened instantly.

Now he finally understood why Qian Daoliu had made things difficult for him, and why Lion Douluo had kept trying to persuade him to give up entering the City of Slaughter.

"Age? I almost forgot. Right now, I'm really just a twelve-year-old kid!" Tianxia Wuzei chuckled to himself.

But neither Qian Daoliu nor Lion Douluo knew that this seemingly twelve-year-old kid actually harbored a mature soul within him.

I won't say how strong my will is, but I understand what I can and cannot do.

Their worries were actually unnecessary.

However, he still felt a warmth in his heart, knowing that Qian Daoliu and Lion Douluo were genuinely looking out for him.

Of course, he couldn't reveal his identity as a time traveler.

Therefore, he could only comfort him with jokes.

"No Thieves Under Heaven" slapped Lion Douluo on the shoulder, a playful smile curling at the corner of his mouth: "Fourth Brother, how much do you look down on me?!"

“Although I’m only twelve years old,” his voice held a maturity beyond his years, “do you really think I’m like a normal twelve-year-old?”

Lion Douluo was stunned for a moment before he belatedly realized what was happening.

Yes, although the kid "No Thief Under Heaven" is only twelve years old, he is mature in his actions and can even get benefits from that old fox Ning Fengzhi.

What am I worried about?!

Worried he'll be scammed?!

Worried he'll be assassinated?!

Thinking about this, Lion Douluo realized that his worries seemed unnecessary!

In his mind, people should be grateful if they aren't targeted by thieves!
Seeing the change in his expression, Tianxia Wuzei continued, "There's something called precociousness in this world. Children from poor families mature early. You can't be unaware of that, can you?"

He paused, a hint of smugness flashing in his eyes, "So what exactly are you worried about? Are you worried I'll fall into depravity?"

Before Lion Douluo could answer, he continued, "Don't worry, my good-for-nothing brothers are still out there. If I fall into depravity, who will break their legs?!"

As the saying goes, "No Thieves Under Heaven," the wise old man reached out and patted Lion Douluo's head, comforting him, "So, Fourth Brother, what are you worried about!"

"Bastard thing!"

Instantly, veins bulged on Lion Douluo's forehead as his palm strike hurtled towards him.

Instead of dodging, Tianxia Wuzei chose to take the slap head-on.

Unexpectedly, the Lion Douluo's hand turned into a gentle caress the moment it touched his hair.

Then he started to rub it vigorously, turning Tianxia Wuzei's hairstyle into a messy bird's nest before he stopped.

Without giving him a chance to react, Lion Douluo silently quickened his pace, wishing he could send this wretched child away right now.

"If you're going to die, hurry up and do it. Remember to leave half your life to take a beating!"

Looking at the back of the figure in front of him, the man with no thieves in the world raised both middle fingers in contempt!
After a day's journey, a small town appeared in a remote location.

The town is small, but the people here have a peculiar chill about them.

Those who know no thieves know that this chill is actually the so-called murderous aura.

Although Lion Douluo had never entered the City of Slaughter, he knew how to enter it.

Immediately, with the help of "No Thief Under Heaven," they accurately located a tavern in the town and went inside.

Upon entering the tavern, all you see is pitch black.

Because all the tavern's decorations were black, it gave off a chilly atmosphere.

At this time, the tavern was about 70% full, with approximately 90 people seated.

Among them were more than twenty or thirty Soul Masters, and the rest were ordinary people without Soul Power.

Without exception, they were all vicious and ruthless criminals.

These people didn't discuss anything; they just silently drank their wine. When "No Thief Under Heaven" and "Lion Douluo" entered, the drinkers glanced at them but didn't say anything more.

After finding a seat, a waiter dressed in black came up to me.

"What would you like to drink?!"

Before the Lion Douluo could speak, "A Bloody Mary."

The waiter's expression changed slightly as he looked at the teenager in front of him and hesitated: "Are you sure?!"

"Stop talking nonsense! Get him!"

The Lion Douluo glanced coldly at the waiter, who immediately lowered his head and retreated.

But this scene also attracted the attention of other patrons in the tavern.

A moment later, a glass of murky, dark red liquid was brought out, emitting a strong smell of blood in the air.

"Is this what Bloody Mary is? To put it bluntly, it's just a glass of human blood."

The man with the thief-free spirit picked up his wine glass but didn't drink it; instead, he carefully examined the wine.

Unfortunately, no unexpected discoveries were made.

"It seems the problematic Bloody Mary is inside the Killing City, while the Bloody Mary outside is just a cup of human blood."

However, he spent a long time examining it, and some drinkers couldn't suppress their thoughts and made sarcastic remarks.

"What are you looking at?! Are you going to drink it or not?! If you're not brave enough, get the hell home and go drink your mother's milk!"

"You can't even handle a Bloody Mary, yet you dream of entering Paradise?! You're dreaming!"

In an instant, the patrons in the tavern seemed to unleash a torrent of sarcasm, mercilessly mocking the "No Thieves Under Heaven" tavern.

Even the waiters wore sarcastic and mocking expressions.

"What, you're afraid to drink? If you're afraid to drink, you won't be able to enter the amusement park, okay?"

Lion Douluo did not make a move; he was also curious about what No Thief Under Heaven would do.

However, despite the ridicule from the crowd, Tianxia Wuzei showed no emotional fluctuation on his face.

He swirled his wine glass and gave a meaningful smile.

"Don't say that! Actually, I know another way to get into the park!"

The man beckoned to the waiter, "Want to know? I can tell you."

The waiter coldly observed the thief-free world, utterly disbelieving that there was any other way to enter the Killing City.

After all, he had been working here for quite some time and had never heard of any other way to enter the Killing City!

But in order to get right up close and mock him, he still jokingly leaned his head in.

"any solution?!"

The smile on Tianxia Wuzei's lips remained unchanged as he continued to talk eloquently.

The other patrons in the tavern also perked up their ears, eager to see what kind of trouble this twelve-year-old brat would get into.

"The method is very simple, it is..."

Before he could finish speaking, "No Thief Under Heaven" suddenly attacked, punching the waiter on the head.

boom!
The waiter's head exploded like a watermelon, spraying red and white matter onto the wall, adding a splash of brilliance to the black decorations.

"That means, slaughtering you all!"

The tavern fell silent for a moment, then erupted with chilling killing intent.

"Boy, you are courting death!"

None of the people present were easy to deal with.

A shadowy woman suddenly darted out from the closest point to Tianxia Wuzei, aiming a dagger straight at his back, intending to kill him instantly!

However, the thief had anticipated this. He put down his wine glass, and suddenly his right hand became blurry, his five fingers gripping the woman's wrist like iron clamps.

"boom!"

The terrifying force pulled the woman directly onto the bar, sending splinters flying.

With a forceful twist, he snapped her arm holding the knife with a crack.

"Woo!"

Before she could scream, Tianxia Wuzei had already covered her mouth.

He then grabbed her fist holding the knife and slowly pressed the dagger against her neck.

The man, nicknamed "No Thief Under Heaven," leaned down and whispered in her ear, his warm breath brushing against her skin, "Don't worry, the pain will only last a moment!"

Swish!
A flash of light, and the jet of blood spurting from the artery landed precisely in the Bloody Mary, the stench of blood spreading throughout the tavern.

(End of this chapter)