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

Chapter 91 First Day of Hell's Killing Arena: Ten Consecutive Wins!

"Today, I'm going to play ten games?!"

The voice of "No Thieves Under Heaven" boomed like thunder, echoing under the purple moonlight.

He stood alone in the center of the hellish killing field, with pools of blood still wet beneath his feet, his gaze sweeping across every ferocious face in the audience like a blade.

This arrogant declaration was like a bombshell, instantly igniting the madness of the fallen.

Most of them coveted the secrets hidden within the "No Thief Under Heaven" and were just waiting for an opportunity to strike.

I never expected that "No Thieves Under Heaven" would be so arrogant, actively handing the opportunity over to us.

"boom!"

A burly man with a scar, nearly two meters tall, smashed the chair and stood up, his bulging muscles glistening in the firelight.

"Arrogant brat!" He licked his lips, his eyes flashing with bloodlust. "You really think you're invincible just because you won one game? I'll send you to hell right now!"

The heavy footsteps sounded like war drums, causing the ground to tremble slightly.

With each step the burly man took, the iron chains on his body rattled, like a ferocious beast unleashed from its cage.

"Whoosh!"

At the same time, a hunched figure swept across the audience at an incredible speed.

It was a hunchbacked old man with sharp iron claws on his withered fingers.

"Ten consecutive wins? Utterly arrogant!" He chuckled sinisterly, his voice like sandpaper scraping. "I love watching young people like you slowly die."

The other fallen ones then realized what was happening and roared as they rushed toward the waiting room.

In the blink of an eye, the waiting room was packed with eager desperados.

They pushed and shoved each other, cursing, their eyes gleaming with greed and murderous intent.

The girl in the black veil watched this scene, and the shock on her face disappeared, replaced by mockery.

"Overestimating oneself." She murmured softly, "Even if one is quite strong, one should not provoke others like this. It's easy to dodge a spear in the open, but hard to guard against an arrow in the dark. Here, offending too many people will only lead to death."

She paused, her gaze falling on "No Thieves Under Heaven".

"Moreover, the opponents in the last match were nothing but small fry, the strongest of whom was that old man from the Soul Sect, which doesn't prove anything at all."

This is why many of the degenerates in the audience believed they could defeat the thieves.

The thief's gaze swept over the packed waiting room, a barely perceptible sneer playing on his lips.

"Very good, they've all taken the bait!"

Once you register, you cannot withdraw midway.

The strongest fallen one in this hellish killing field is only at the Soul King level; no one can match him.

The seemingly arrogant claim of winning ten consecutive battles was actually a carefully crafted strategy by the "No Thieves Under Heaven" team.

Accumulate victories quickly, giving the King of Slaughter no chance to sabotage you in secret.

It demonstrates overwhelming power, avoiding the harassment of some ants.

Moreover, he is very confident in his abilities!
A short while later, the scarred man and the other eight men entered the arena.

The heavy footsteps of the scarred, burly man were particularly jarring in the deathly silence of the killing field, like a hunter spotting his prey.

He grinned, revealing a set of uneven, yellow teeth: "Kid, let me see what secrets you have..."

Before he could finish speaking, the figure of "No Thief Under Heaven" suddenly blurred.

"boom!"

With the first muffled thud, the scarred, burly man's chest suddenly caved in.

He stared wide-eyed at the bowl-sized hole in his chest, his eyes wide with disbelief.

The figure of Wuzhe disappeared again, and the killing field was immediately filled with loud bangs.

The next moment, the nine corpses fell to the ground almost simultaneously, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Standing amidst the blood and smoke, Tianxia Wuzei calmly said, "Next round!"

The audience was deathly silent.

But the next reaction was still mockery.

"It was just good luck! The next massacre won't be so easy to deal with!"

"That's right! Blood Butcher is a level 48 Soul Master with five consecutive victories, a Beast Soul Bear, and possesses immense strength!"

As the third round began, their taunts were interrupted by the scene before them.

With a single stomp, "No Thief Under Heaven" crushed Blood Butcher's head, splattering brain matter and staining the faces of the audience in the front row red.

The noise gradually subsided, and some people began to nervously wipe the cold sweat from their foreheads.

But some people still disagreed and continued to mock him.

"This guy... he's a bit strange!"

"What are you afraid of! There's still 'Poison Widow' and 'Bone Crusher' behind us!" Five minutes after the start of the fifth match, facing the Poison Widow's Spider Martial Soul, Tianxia Wuzei tore off eight of her spider legs with his bare hands, and the scarlet killing aura around him dispersed the poisonous mist as if it were a tangible substance.

The jeers from the audience gradually faded, replaced by shock and unease.

"Such a fierce killing intent! It surpasses that of over ninety percent of the people in the City of Slaughter!"

"Damn it, including the Poison Widow, he's already killed five Soul Kings!"

The girl in the black veil stared wide-eyed, her slender hand covering her mouth, her eyes filled with disbelief.

However, the shock was far from over, and the killing continued.

In the seventh match, the "Bonebreaker," on whom they had placed high hopes, was punched through the chest by Wu Zetian and torn in two by his bare hands.

When everyone saw that god-like figure on the killing field, fear spread through their hearts like a plague.

"This is simply a monster! After seven battles, his soul power is still not exhausted!"

"Get out of here! We just mocked him. If he remembers that, we're all dead!"

The cowardly scoundrels began to sneak toward the exit, afraid that their faces would be remembered.

The ninth round had just begun when the eight men felt a gust of wind pass by, and their bodies exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

The last three-meter-tall strong man knelt on the ring, his head turned 180 degrees, facing backwards, lifeless.

The whole place was dead silent.

In the audience, those degenerates who had once clamored to see the thieves of the world die tragically all covered their mouths tightly, afraid that their breathing would attract the attention of this god of death.

Some men had their crotches soaked with sweat, others were chattering, and they lowered their heads deeply, as if afraid to meet the eyes of the thief-free man.

"Nine matches already! I refuse to believe his soul power is still so abundant!"

Some people felt that even though he had fought nine consecutive battles and his expression hadn't changed at all, everyone thought he was at his limit.

These people followed one after another, continuing to take the stage.

Upon hearing this, Tianxia Wuzei chuckled inwardly.

"I fell for it after all. Although I've already fought nine matches, I still have half my soul power left. I've trained the Overlord Chasing Wind Fist to the point where it doesn't consume much soul power with basic attacks, so I'm not afraid of a few more matches!"

As expected, the tenth match ended in less than ten minutes.

The thief remained expressionless, his murderous aura even stronger, showing no signs of fatigue.

After that, no one dared to step onto the field again.

He won't be playing again even if there are no more thieves in the world; he has already achieved his goal.

Not only did it complete the punishment of the King of Slaughter, but it also deterred some corrupt individuals with ulterior motives.

He then glanced mockingly at the girl in the black veil in the audience, his lips moving slightly.

A voice transmission entered her ear: "Ten victories, is that so difficult?!"

After doing this, Tianxia Wuzei swaggered away from the Hell Killing Field and retrieved his identity token, 9527.

The identity card now displays ten victories.

The girl in the black veil stumbled, but luckily she caught the chair and regained her balance.

Ten wins in the killing field in a month, is that still a punishment?!

It feels like this coronation scene was tailor-made for September 27th!
When she saw the mocking face of "No Thieves Under Heaven," her pupils suddenly contracted, as if she had realized something.

"He did it on purpose! The strongest in this hellish killing arena is only a Soul King. He knew that, which is why he dared to make such a boast about fighting ten consecutive battles!"

Although the girl in black veil discovered the scheme of the thief-free world, she was still deeply shocked.

Because a twelve-year-old child not only possesses unfathomable strength, but also shrewd calculations that rival those of an old fox.

Such a person is destined to be extraordinary!
As the thieves walked past the audience, the degenerates huddled up like turtles, not daring to utter a sound.

Approaching the girl in black veil, he calmly said, "The punishment is complete. Take me to my lodgings."

His voice showed no signs of fatigue, as if he hadn't just played ten games in a row.

The City of Slaughter is a world where the strong rule, and the performance of "No Thief Under Heaven" has completely won over the girl in black.

She changed her previous attitude and respectfully led the way, taking Tianxia Wuzei to a luxurious residence.

The thief walked slowly toward the exit, but suddenly stopped at the last moment.

He tilted his head slightly, his eyes fixed on the gloomy palace in the distance, a provocative smile playing on his lips.

Meanwhile, deep within the palace, on the throne...

"Crack!"

A crystal goblet turned to dust in the King of Slaughter's palm, and a crimson killing intent surged forth as if it were a tangible substance, staining the entire hall blood-red.

The King of Slaughter's eyes were cold, as if he were staring at Wu Zetian from afar through the wall.

"interesting!"

(End of this chapter)