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

Chapter 89 Still calling? We've got you all here!

"how?!"

The girl in the black veil narrowed her eyes as she looked at his nonchalant expression, her voice carrying a chilling edge.

"9527, do you think the punishment the King of Slaughter inflicted on you is insignificant?"

“Isn’t it?!”

"No Thieves Under Heaven" casually spread his hands, his tone mocking, "Is it that hard to win ten matches in a month in the Hell's Killing Arena?!"

"Ha!" The girl in black veil let out a sharp, cold laugh. "Do you think this is some kind of childish fighting arena outside?!"

She leaned in abruptly, her red lips beneath the black veil almost touching the boy's ear. "Every match in the Hell's Killing Arena is a free-for-all of ten, and only one person can come out alive. And..."

The girl in black veil deliberately dragged out her words, "Even if you're lucky enough to survive, you might be torn to pieces on the spot by the jackals outside!"

Her gaze, like a venomous snake, coiled around "No Thieves Under Heaven," defiant and provocative.

"So? Do you still think that achieving ten victories in the Hell Slaughter Arena within a month is an easy task?!"

In fact, the thieves in the world already knew the rules of the hellish killing field.

This punishment would be extremely dangerous and difficult for others.

After all, in the original novel, Hu Liena won sixteen battles in the Hell Slaughter Arena, which took her almost a year.

Therefore, it is clear that winning a battle in the Hellish Killing Arena is no easy feat.

However, this punishment is insignificant to a world without thieves.

“You’ll soon find out whether it’s simple or not.” He turned and walked towards the entrance of the Hellish Killing Arena, his voice as soft as a whisper, “I will show you with my actions that the King of Slaughter’s so-called punishment is a joke!”

"Arrogant bastard?! You'd better pray you die in the hellish killing field. If you fail to complete your punishment within the allotted time and choose to eke out a living in the outer city, I will skin you alive and then burn you to the ground!"

The girl in black veil gritted her teeth, trembling with anger.

This was the first time she had ever seen such an arrogant person in the Killing City.

"No Thieves Under Heaven" went straight into the hellish killing field, went to the registration desk, and threw his ID card to a short old man standing there.

The short old man took the ID card and looked Tianxia Wuzei up and down with his cloudy eyes.

"9527, newbie. Now there are seven of us including you. We'll start when we have ten."

He tapped on the rusty iron table and warned, "No touching is allowed while waiting. Break the rules, and you'll be dead!"

"No Thief Under Heaven" nodded casually, found a corner to sit down, and began to assess the strength of these people.

After all, knowing yourself and your enemy is the key to victory in every battle!
Being wild is fine, but you can't be brainless.

His gaze slowly swept over the other six contestants, his intention to scrutinize them making no attempt to hide.

Sitting opposite him was a bald, burly man with a scalp covered in centipede-like scars, who was now using a dagger to pick at the bloodstains under his fingernails.

Sitting on the right was a thin, hunched-over bamboo pole, with clearly visible bluish-purple veins beneath his pale skin.

Sitting on the left is a greasy, fat man weighing at least 300 pounds, who is currently gnawing on the raw leg of an unknown animal, his mouth full of blood.

Sitting next to the woman in the thief's dress was a heavily made-up woman in a red dress, her snow-white skin covered with butterfly-shaped tattoos beneath the openwork fabric.

There was also a drug addict with trembling hands holding a broadsword, clearly forced to participate in the hellish killing field.

What attracted the most to the "No Thieves Under Heaven" was an old man with white hair. He looked old, but his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's.

"As expected, all those who can come to the Hell Slaughter Arena are Soul Masters! The thugs who aren't Soul Masters would probably be dead before they even entered the inner city."

Although none of them revealed their strength, Tianxia Wuzei clearly sensed their abilities.

The white-haired old man was a Soul Master, and the rest of them were either Soul Venerables or Great Soul Masters; there wasn't a single one-ring Soul Master among them.

The thief's unbridled gaze, like an invisible knife, completely tore apart the already tense atmosphere in the waiting room.

When the heavily made-up woman saw the handsome face of the man in the novel "No Thieves Under Heaven," she stuck out her bright red tongue and licked her lips, her voice cloyingly sweet.

"What a handsome little brother! It's a pity he's about to die."

She deliberately ran her fingertips along her bare collarbone, but her eyes were like a venomous snake eyeing its prey.

"But don't worry, after I've had my fill of you, I'll try my best to make your death less painful."

"Hahaha!" The bald, burly man suddenly burst into wild laughter, the dagger flashing between his fingers. "Red Butterfly, if you're really that thirsty, I can save you for last and enjoy you properly!"

His predatory eyes scanned the glamorous woman in the red dress named Red Butterfly without restraint.

Red Butterfly covered her mouth and chuckled, but a cold glint flashed in her eyes, and a murderous aura rose from her body.

"Is that so? Then we'll see if you have the ability, brother~ After all, I, a mere woman, won't just surrender willingly." Because this was the inner city of the City of Slaughter, after the killing intent erupted, the killing intent of the others was also aroused.

In an instant, a crimson aura of killing intent filled the entire waiting room, and the atmosphere immediately became tense and confrontational.

These people all had bloodshot eyes, like ferocious beasts about to erupt.

The bald, muscular man, Red Butterfly, and the white-haired old man, in particular, exuded an unusually fierce murderous aura.

Because these three had been living in the Killing City for two or three years, their killing intent was far greater than that of the others.

"Pfft!"

Then, an untimely laugh broke the tense atmosphere.

Everyone turned their heads sharply and saw Tianxia Wuzei covering his mouth, his shoulders shaking uncontrollably.

"Sorry, sorry." He waved his hand at the piercing gazes of the crowd, but his eyes were full of mockery. "I thought of something funny, and I couldn't help but laugh. You can continue!"

Upon hearing this, everyone's murderous aura intensified, as if they wished for a world without thieves.

"You little bastard!" Veins bulged on the bald, burly man's forehead. "Happy, huh?! In a minute, I'll slice your flesh off piece by piece! I'll make you suffer the agony of being slowly sliced ​​to death!"

"Little brother, this is not a happy place. You have angered your sister, and I have decided that I will not let you die so easily later."

Red Butterfly's smile vanished completely, leaving only a chilling killing intent in her beautiful eyes.

Even the seemingly composed white-haired old man stared at Tianxia Wuzei with murderous intent, as if he wanted to devour him whole.

Actually, it's no wonder they reacted so strongly.

Because they all knew very well that only one person present could leave alive.

They all wanted to survive, their nerves were on edge, and they were at risk of breaking down at any moment.

That laugh from "No Thieves Under Heaven" almost broke their nerves.

So how could they not be angry!
Facing those piercing gazes, Tianxia Wuzei remained utterly unafraid.

At this moment, three trembling figures appeared at the doorway.

The short old man took their identification tags and said coldly, "That's enough people. You should go to the killing field and fight to your heart's content!"

Upon hearing this, Tianxia Wuzei slowly stood up, his gaze sweeping over the person who was still spewing filth.

He picked at his ear and walked casually through the crowd.

"Still yelling? We're bringing you here!"

Everyone was taken aback at first, but then quickly realized what was happening.

"You little brat, don't you dare beg for mercy on your knees later! Because even if you beg me, I won't let you off the hook!"

The bald, burly man stepped into the hellish killing field, his murderous aura growing ever more terrifying.

The others were also enraged by Tianxia Wuzei's arrogance, and each of them wished they could kill this sharp-tongued brat!
"Choke!"

After the ten figures stepped into the hellish killing field, the heavy iron gate behind them crashed down, and it would only reopen after the final victor was determined.

"kill?!"

In the next instant, both the bald, burly man and the white-haired old man unleashed a fierce killing intent and launched an attack on the person closest to them.

Even the last three who came in, who seemed harmless, fought like ferocious wolves.

Instantly, the entire hellish killing field was shrouded in a blood-red killing aura.

A dark figure darted in from the flank, a poisoned dagger gleaming with a chilling blue light from its sleeve.

This strike was cunning and ruthless, aiming straight for Tianxia Wuzei's vital point in the back.

Upon seeing this, the girl in the black veil in the audience curled her red lips into a mocking smile.

"Hmph, have you been scared out of your wits? Daring to stand in the center of the killing field, you're practically courting death!"

The thief seemed to hear her voice, and a mocking smile appeared on his lips.

"boom!"

In an instant, a monstrous killing intent erupted like a tsunami.

A crimson shockwave exploded outwards from the center of the "No Thief Under Heaven" formation, its terrifying pressure shaking the entire hellish killing field.

Hundreds of desperados in the audience held their breath, their eyes filled with horror.

This murderous aura was more than ten times stronger than the combined aura of the other nine people on the field!
(End of this chapter)