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

Chapter 90 Today, I'm going to fight ten matches?!
"How is that possible? A mere child couldn't possibly possess such terrifying killing intent!"

The bald, muscular man's forehead was covered in a thick layer of sweat; he had forgotten what he was supposed to do.

Without turning his head, he moved half a step to the side like a ghost.

The poisoned blade thrust by the drug addict grazed past his ear, creating a whooshing sound.

"You think I'm an easy target?" A cruel smile curled at the corner of Tianxia Wuzei's lips as his left hand shot out like lightning. "You think you're worthy?!"

The blue steel claws, with their five long, slender fingers, gripped the back of the addict's head like steel pincers.

Under everyone's gaze, the moment the knuckles exerted force, the addict's skull groaned in unbearable pain.

His eyeballs bulged out of their sockets due to the surge in intracranial pressure, and the blood vessels under his scalp bulged out like a spider web.

"boom!!!"

The next moment, the addict's head exploded like a ripe watermelon, and red and white brain matter splattered out in a radial pattern.

Audiences in the closest rows could even see the trajectory of the skull fragments spinning in the air.

The drug addict became the first person to die in this incident.

"You're moving too slowly, so let me give you a ride!"

Before he finished speaking, the ground beneath Tianxia Wuzei's feet cracked, and a shockwave erupted across the killing field.

Before the shockwave had fully spread, his figure had already disappeared from the spot.

"You just said you'd cut my flesh off piece by piece? Let me see if your knife is sharp enough!"

He appeared almost instantly in front of the bald, muscular man, his left arm like a fully drawn bowstring, his fist swirling with the force of a hurricane.

Although the bald, burly man was also shocked by the speed at which the "No Thieves Under Heaven" phenomenon had unfolded, he quickly recovered, having lived in the Killing City for several years.

His eyes suddenly glowed red, and his Soul Master-level Soul Power erupted forth, turning the dagger in his hand blood red instantly.

The Thief was slightly surprised, never expecting that the dagger he always held in his hand was actually his martial spirit!

You really can't judge a book by its cover!

"Kid, so what if you have high soul power and strong killing intent?! At this distance, I am a god!"

In the blink of an eye, the bald, burly man's right hand shot out like lightning, the blood-red blade pointing straight at Tianxia Wuzei's throat.

"Sorry! This distance is also my forte!"

With a single punch, the left fist, though launched later, struck first, directly meeting the incoming blood-red blade tip.

"clang!"

The moment the fist made contact with the tip of the dagger, the tip couldn't penetrate even a fraction of an inch and instead rolled over.

Then, under the horrified gaze of the bald, burly man, his martial spirit shattered inch by inch in his hand, and his voice trembled so badly it was almost inhuman.

"No, this can't be?!"

The next moment, Tianxia Wuzei's left fist, accompanied by a hurricane, landed on the bald, muscular man.

boom!
With a muffled thud, the bald, muscular man's body first swelled up strangely, then burst like a balloon filled with blood plasma, scattering bits of flesh and bone fragments in a radial pattern onto the audience.

Recently, audience members were splashed with water, and some even touched half of a still-twitching intestine.

An eerie silence fell over the entire hellish killing field, as if even the air itself had frozen.

In the stands, hundreds of bloodshot eyes were fixed on the figure in the center of the arena, their throats felt as if they were being choked by an invisible hand, and they even forgot to breathe.

"Click!"

A drop of blood fell from Tianxia Wuzei's fingertip and hit the ground with a sound so clear it sent chills down one's spine.

"No, impossible!" A man who recognized the bald, burly man stood up, his voice trembling. "The bald man's Blood Blade Martial Soul is a Martial Soul that can even cut through refined steel!"

The audience erupted in a frenzy, with everyone discussing the matter.

"Damn it! Soul skills are clearly banned in the City of Slaughter, so how could he still shatter someone's weapon spirit with a single punch?! Could he possibly use soul skills?!"

"Fool! He didn't use any soul skills at all; he relied on pure physical strength!"

"Damn it, this guy is a humanoid beast! I'd rather fight the number one ranked player than encounter this monster!"

The sound waves swept across the entire killing field like a tidal wave.

Some people retreated in fear, some roared with excitement, and some even had greedy glints in their eyes, feeling that there was some unknown secret about the thief.

The girl in black veil stood frozen in place, her slender fingers trembling involuntarily.

Looking at the figure bathed in blood mist in the arena, she felt a fear that penetrated to the bone.

This is hardly a fledgling bird that has just arrived.

It is clearly a ferocious beast awakened from ancient times, walking among humans in human skin!

In the hellish killing field, Tianxia Wuzei slowly withdrew his arm and shook off the bloodstains remaining on his fist.

This simple action caused the remaining killers in the arena to retreat several steps in unison, creating what they thought was a safe distance.

His gaze swept over the crowd like a blade as he sneered, "You might as well all come at me at once, otherwise it'll be too boring!"

The white-haired old man was the strongest. He turned his head to look at Red Butterfly and the obese man who weighed over 300 pounds.

They nodded in tacit agreement, knowing that if they wanted to survive, they had to join forces to eliminate the greatest threat: the absence of thieves.

The others, all shrewd old foxes, instantly and tacitly surrounded the greatest threat. "Little brother, let your big sister pamper you~"

Butterfly's red lips curled into a cruel smile, and with a flick of her slender hand, the nine-section crimson chain whip shot out like a venomous snake.

The whip's shadows intertwined in the air, forming a blood-red net, each strike precisely locking down the thief's escape route.

Although he couldn't use soul skills, his decades of experience with the whip technique had already made the weapon an integral part of his body.

Even without being able to use her soul skills, the chain whip in her hands still possesses an attack power comparable to soul skills.

In an instant, countless whip shadows enveloped the world of Wu Zetian, blocking its movements.

A glint of light flashed in the white-haired old man's eagle-like eyes, and the phantom of a white-headed eagle appeared behind him, his withered hands transforming into sharp claws.

He moved his claws rapidly, and hundreds of claw winds transformed into silver streams of light, which were actually his self-created soul skills that incorporated the characteristics of his martial soul!

Each claw strike left a three-inch-deep trench in the ground, sealing off all of Tianxia Wuzei's evasive angles.

The most surprising thing was that the 300-pound fat man, with a beast-like roar, his body began to deform strangely.

Its mouth was torn open, revealing two pale white fangs over thirty centimeters long, and black bristles like steel needles sprouted from its skin!

His enormous body curled up into a ball, like a flesh-and-blood war machine.

"Boom!"

The ball of flesh shot out at a terrifying speed disproportionate to its size, cracking the ground wherever it passed.

If this strike hits, even a block of fine iron will be crushed into a sheet of iron!
The others didn't have that ability and could only watch helplessly from afar.

Faced with the attacks from three sides, Tianxia Wuzei showed no emotional fluctuations, strolling leisurely amidst the overwhelming killing intent.

"Clap clap clap!"

Each time Red Butterfly's chain whip fell, it only struck the afterimage he left behind.

The white-haired old man's claws tore the ground to shreds, yet they couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes.

The thieves of the world thus strolled through the cracks of death, as if dancing an elegant waltz.

Despite the attack from that fat man's meat chariot, he remained calm and composed as he dodged.

"too slow."

The figure of "No Thief Under Heaven" suddenly accelerated, and several muffled thuds sounded almost simultaneously.

Those contestants who were still observing didn't even have time to react before they turned into several headless corpses.

Blood pooled on the ground, forming streams, and he didn't even know how he died.

In the blink of an eye, only four people remained on the killing field.

"No Thief Under Heaven" glanced at the black-veiled girl in the audience who was already speechless with shock, and decided to give her an even bigger shock.

"It's time to finish."

He suddenly reached out and precisely grabbed Red Butterfly's chain whip.

Before Red Butterfly could let go, she felt a tremendous force pull her away.

"No!"

She had just cried out "Beast!" when Tianxia Wuzei's fist pierced through her skull, like stabbing a ripe watermelon.

"Boom!"

The 300-pound meatball tank crashed down with a bang, but Tianxia Wuzei neither dodged nor avoided it, and his left fist met it like a cannonball.

To everyone's horror, the fist sank deep into the obese body.

The fat man's eyes widened in terror, his entire body swelled up like a balloon, and finally exploded into a cloud of blood mist with a bang.

"Damn it, we can't hold back at all!"

The white-haired old man was horrified and pulled out his trump card.

With wings sprouting from its back, it instantly took off, intending to wage a war of attrition and wear down the thief.

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

Without anyone noticing, Tianxia Wuzei had already leaped into the air, his hands gripping the eagle's wings like iron clamps.

"His!"

With a tooth-grinding tearing sound, the wings were ripped off, and blood poured down like a torrential rain.

"what!"

The old man's shrill screams echoed through the killing field as he collapsed in a sorry state.

The next moment, "No Thief Under Heaven" descended from the sky and stomped on his head until it was crushed!
Just as the short old man was about to announce the results, he was frozen in place by a cold gaze.

"Who else?!"

The thief slowly raised his head, his voice carrying an overwhelming killing intent that swept across the entire scene.

"Today, I'm going to fight ten matches! You trash, anyone who disagrees, come at me!"

(End of this chapter)