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

Chapter 9 Ghostly Rescue
In an instant, terrifying hellfire erupted from Yan's body.

The crimson flames instantly enveloped Wu Zetian, turning the entire training ground into a blood-red hell in an instant.

"Did you make it?!"

Xie Yue's pupils constricted, and his knuckles turned white from the strain.

The glory of yesterday's golden generation was ruthlessly trampled underfoot by the "No Thieves Under Heaven" team.

Today, it's time to get it back!
Hu Liena's eyes swirled with excitement and ruthlessness: "Hmph, you dared to refuse the teacher's invitation, this is the end for your 'No Thieves Under Heaven'. After you die, your three younger brothers will not live either."

His shifty-eyed fingernails dug deeply into his palm, and blood dripped down his wrist.

He stared intently at the sea of ​​fire and roared, "If my brother dies... I'll risk my life to bite off a piece of his flesh!"

The traitorous minister grabbed his trembling shoulder, his voice hoarse but firm.

"Trust our leader! He never loses... but we can't hide behind him forever."

He nodded emphatically, recognizing the thief as his father, already prepared to fight to the death.

The three exchanged a glance and made a silent vow.

The humiliation we suffer today will be repaid a hundredfold.

At that moment, they deeply understood the importance of power.

Sensing his brothers' realization, the thief in the sea of ​​fire smiled slightly.

He ventured into the fray not only to win the battle, but also to shatter the illusions they relied on.

"Young eagles must fly on their own; flowers in a greenhouse cannot withstand wind and rain," he thought to himself.

"Boy, go to hell!"

Just then, Yan grinned and clapped his hands together, sending flames from both sides crashing towards Tianxia Wuzei in the middle like waves.

As the flames swept across the area, a hint of mockery flashed in Tianxia Wuzei's eyes.

Having incorporated his combat experience from Fruit Warriors, he had already seen through Yan's trap.

The deliberately slowed offensive and the feigned staggering steps were all signals to lure the enemy deeper into their territory.

"Deliberately revealing a weakness? Clumsy. You're the one who deserves to die!"

With a cold laugh, Tianxia Wuzei increased his speed dramatically and disappeared into the sea of ​​fire with a whoosh.

Yan's sinister smile suddenly froze.

The sea of ​​fire was empty; only the sound of something cutting through the air could be heard overhead!

"How can it be?!"

He looked up in a panic, only to see Wu Zetian swooping down like an eagle, his fist striking straight into his chest.

The next instant, he felt a sharp pain in his chest.

With a crack, the petrified skin on his chest split open, and a terrifying force suddenly seeped into his body.

"Pfft!" Yan spat out a mouthful of blood mist and was sent flying backward from the sea of ​​fire.

It landed on the training field, tumbling awkwardly, and only stopped after rolling to the edge of the field.

"The power was still a bit lacking, otherwise this punch would have been enough to knock him off the training field and win the match."

Although Tianxia Wuzei succeeded in his attack, his soul power was almost completely depleted.

"Damn it, damn it! How could I, a Soul Master, lose to a one-ring Soul Master? Impossible, and absolutely cannot happen!"

Yan clutched his sunken chest and struggled to his feet, his soul power surging like a volcano about to erupt.

His soul power visibly increased, but just as he was about to break through level 20, it seemed to hit a wall and turned back.

Yan was stunned for a moment, then glared fiercely at Lion Douluo.

The Lion Douluo looked at Yan with a mocking expression and said coldly, "What, you're not convinced? The rules were already stated beforehand that Yan can only use the soul power of a one-ring Soul Master, which is no more than level nineteen."

Seeing this, Wu Zetian was relieved that Lion Douluo had come to act as the referee. Although he was confident in his strength, he was not arrogant.

Yan is a three-ring Soul Master. If he were to unleash his full power, even if I were the most talented person, I wouldn't be his match.

After all, how could someone who became a member of the Golden Generation be an ordinary genius? Yan clutched his visibly sunken chest as he stood up and strode menacingly toward Tianxia Wuzei.

If it weren't for the powerful defense of his Martial Soul, Flame Lord, combined with his Soul Master physique, that punch would have been enough to kill him.

"Hmph, although I can only use level 19 soul power, your soul power is only level 11."

"Your self-created soul skill seems to consume a lot of soul power. Your first soul skill is a support soul skill. You probably don't have enough soul power to continue using that self-created soul skill now."

"In the end, I won. Now, obediently offer your necks for slaughter!"

Although Yan knew that his victory was dishonorable, he still understood the principle that the victor is king and the loser is villain.

However, Tianxia Wuzei also stood up unsteadily, looking at Yan with a mocking expression.

"When did you get the misconception that I only know one self-created soul skill?"

Upon hearing this, Yan froze in place.

Both Lion Douluo and Evil Moon Hu Liena were shocked by the words "No Thief Under Heaven," their eyes widening in disbelief.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible! You're lying to me, you're stalling for time!"

Yan's pride was hurt, and all he could see was jealousy and hatred towards the thief-free world.

He forced himself to stay focused on the plot and charged towards the world without thieves like a mad dog.

The thief made no move; he simply charged straight at him.

"Boy, go to hell!"

Yan's fist transformed into lava, and as he threw a punch, the air hissed.

Unexpectedly, the thief disappeared again with a whoosh, appearing directly behind him.

"I should thank you for giving me a deeper understanding of the Overlord Chasing Wind Fist. So, as a token of my gratitude, I'll let you die by my second self-created soul skill!"

The thief raised his right hand, the armor resembling a lion's mouth, and aimed it at Yan's head. A blue wind, carrying bursts of electricity, compressed rapidly.

"goodbye!"

Before he could finish speaking, with a whoosh, a blue, crackling electric beam shot towards Yan's head.

At this distance, even if Yan unleashed his full power, he couldn't dodge it.

"No!" Xie Yue and Hu Liena were furious. They wanted to go up and rescue them, but they felt like they were made of lead and could not move an inch.

Lion Douluo had anticipated this, and didn't give them any chance to intervene.

At the critical moment, a shadow suddenly appeared as the ground cracked open.

A ghostly, withered hand grabbed Yan's ankle and dragged him into the ground.

"The Pope has decreed that the Golden Generation cannot perish here!" Then came a voice as sharp as a venomous snake.

"No Thief Under Heaven" narrowed his eyes, cursing inwardly, "This crazy woman has no shame! But is she slapping Fourth Brother in the face?!"

The Lion Douluo, enraged, laughed instead. The illusory image of the Fiery Lion roared to the sky, and the pressure of level ninety-seven crushed the ground inch by inch.

"You ghost, do you really think I, the Fourth Preceptor, am just a decoration?!"

His voice was like thunder as he punched into the void.

With a loud bang, two figures, one large and one small, were smashed out.

The thief looked at the ghost and Yan with a mocking expression.

Although I've only known Lion Douluo for less than a day, I've already figured out his temperament.

By doing this, Ghostly Demon was undoubtedly slapping Lion Douluo in the face.

Seeing this, Lion Douluo sneered, "You brat, it seems you can't tell the difference between the two kings! Die!"

As he spoke, he grabbed Gui Mei and Yan with one hand, and a giant fiery hand swept across the sky.

A wave of scorching heat rushed towards him, and the ghost had no choice but to cry out for help: "Your Holiness, save me!"

(End of this chapter)