Douluo: I, Unrivaled Thief, Explosive King Returns

Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo stared intently at Tang San, their hearts churning with stormy waves.

"Feng Zhi, it seems this trip to Shrek Academy has been immensely rewarding!" Bone Douluo's voice could not conceal his excitement.

Ning Fengzhi gave a slight nod, calculation gleaming in his eyes as he transmitted his voice to Bone Douluo.

"Tang Hao really is planning something major. He hid his talented son, who possesses Twin Martial Souls, so deeply. It seems his hatred for Spirit Hall has never diminished."

"However, now that he has fallen into Spirit Hall's hands and Tang San has yet to fully mature, this is the perfect opportunity for our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to win him over."

Bone Douluo chuckled softly and transmitted back, "Unfortunately, he has become Spirit Hall's prisoner. Whether he can come out alive is another matter. If we can bring Tang San into the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, he will surely become a great asset in the future."

Though he did not like scheming, even if he had never eaten pork, he had at least seen pigs run.

After following a shrewd merchant like Ning Fengzhi all day, even a pig would have learned something.

"Uncle Bone is right. Bringing Tang San into the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would indeed bring more benefits than drawbacks."

Ning Fengzhi saw in Tang San the potential to overturn the entire continent's balance.

Bone Douluo still offered a reminder. "Feng Zhi, he and Rongrong have a conflict. That is something that must be resolved. How do you intend to handle it?"

"Heh, it was merely childish squabbling. I trust Tang San would not reject cooperation with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect over such a matter."

Though Ning Fengzhi said that, he had already made plans in his heart.

If Tang San rejected the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's goodwill because of this, he could simply have Rongrong apologize to him.

With my methods, handling a child like Tang San would be easy.

However, Ning Fengzhi did not dare voice those thoughts openly.

After all, Ning Rongrong was Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo's precious darling. If he truly made Ning Rongrong apologize to Tang San, the two elders would be the first to object.

On the training ground, Tang San and Dai Mubai's battle continued.

However, the gap in Soul Power was not something that could easily be overcome.

Moreover, Tang San had arrogantly chosen not to use Hidden Weapons, leaving him unable to effectively restrain Dai Mubai's offensive.

As time passed, Tang San gradually fell into a disadvantage.

"Ssh!" Tang San failed to dodge in time, and a tiger claw tore a bloody gash across his right arm. A stream of blood sprayed out.

"Xiao San!" The useless Yu Xiaogang cried out in alarm.

Tang San was his most perfect creation. He was still counting on Tang San to clear his name and fiercely slap the faces of those who looked down on him.

If Tang San lost to Flender's student now, would he not be utterly humiliated?

He immediately invoked his authority as a teacher and ordered Tang San, "Xiao San, use your Hidden Weapons! This battle is important. You absolutely cannot lose!"

Why was this battle so important?

Because Yu Xiaogang and Flender had made a wager: whichever student was stronger would take the lead and govern Shrek Academy.

In order to lead Shrek's younger generation, both Yu Xiaogang and Tang San had gone all out.

Just then, a mocking voice came from below the stage.

Ma Hongjun said to Yu Xiaogang with a smug grin, "Oh my, oh my! You're even telling Tang San to use Hidden Weapons? Aren't you a Grandmaster, Yu Xiaogang? Or do you simply have no confidence in Tang San's strength as a Soul Master?"

"Heh." Oscar laughed in response. "He's only a rank twenty-nine Soul Grandmaster. What guidance could he possibly offer Tang San? Tang San's current strength has nothing to do with him at all."

Yu Xiaogang's face immediately turned green, then purple.

His lifelong inability to break through to Soul Elder had been the pain of his entire life.

Now that it had been exposed publicly, it was no different from being slapped across the face.

Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo were stunned. They had not expected Tang San to take the useless Yu Xiaogang as his teacher.

"Yu Xiaogang?! Isn't he Yu Yuanzhen's useless son, the one cast out of the family? I never expected him to become Tang San's teacher. Has Tang Hao gone blind?"

As a member of the Upper Three Sects, it was hardly surprising that Ning Fengzhi knew of these matters.

Bone Douluo agreed. "For Tang Hao to let a genius like Tang San take Yu Xiaogang as his teacher is truly like casting a pearl into darkness!"

Yet for Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo, this was actually a good thing.

They believed that replacing Yu Xiaogang as Tang San's new teachers would be easy.

Yu Xiaogang trembled from head to toe, yet he could not refute them.

Tang San's Soul Power had already surpassed his own, and for a teacher, that was immensely humiliating.

Even with a face as thick as city walls, he felt his cheeks burn.

Forget nonsense like disciples need not be inferior to their teachers, and teachers need not be more virtuous than their disciples.

Trash was trash.

In this world where the weak were prey to the strong, weakness itself was the original sin.

However, when Tang San heard Ma Hongjun and Oscar slandering Yu Xiaogang, a sharp icy light burst from his eyes.

He turned toward Ma Hongjun and Oscar and roared, "What do you know?! How can a teacher be judged by mediocrities like you?! If not for Teacher, I..."

Dai Mubai's tiger palm tore through the air, crashing down toward his head with an ear-piercing sonic boom. "You still dare lose focus in battle? You really don't take me seriously!"

Tang San's pupils shrank sharply. Mysterious Jade Hand instantly covered his arms as he crossed them to block.

"Boom!"

The ground beneath his feet exploded into web-like cracks. His feet sank deeply into the dirt, while his arms emitted cracking sounds as his bones neared their limit.

What a heavy strike. Even Mysterious Jade Hand is about to give out! No, I have to use Hidden Weapons!

A glint flashed through Tang San's eyes. Borrowing the lingering force of the blow, he rolled sideways and opened a distance of thirty feet.

With a sweep of his right hand at his waist, the Godly Zhuge Crossbow instantly appeared in his grasp.

"Dai Mubai, it's over!"

Before his words had even faded, Tang San pulled the trigger mechanism.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

In an instant, over a hundred refined iron bolts became a silver storm, shooting forward.

The White Tiger Bodyguard Shield Dai Mubai hastily raised shattered the moment it made contact.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

The bolts piercing flesh produced dull sounds that made one's teeth ache.

More than a dozen bloody flowers instantly bloomed across Dai Mubai's body, and he collapsed heavily to the ground.

Seeing this, Ning Fengzhi was secretly shocked.

A weapon that requires no Soul Power to activate can easily break through the defenses of someone nearly at the Soul Ancestor level?! If it could be mass-produced and equipped, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would no longer need to rely so heavily on those Soul Masters with other surnames!

At that moment, Tang San was a gleaming piece of gold in Ning Fengzhi's eyes.

At the center of the field, Dai Mubai struggled to speak. "Des... despicable! Didn't you say you wouldn't use Hidden Weapons?"

"Heh, Hidden Weapons are one of my own methods. How is that despicable?"

Tang San comforted himself. That had been Yu Xiaogang's order. He had merely obeyed his teacher and won the match.

He stared mockingly at Dai Mubai and sneered, "It is your honor to lose to my Hidden Weapons. Trash like you was never my opponent. My only opponent has always been Spirit Hall's Holy Son!"

Just then, a teasing voice reached everyone's ears.

"Oh? Why don't I remember having an opponent like you?"

Everyone turned toward the voice. Unrivaled Thief and the others had appeared nearby at some unknown time.

Tang San's eyes instantly turned bloodshot. Breathing heavily, he ground his teeth and growled.

"You?!"

Slapping Tang San's Face, Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda?

"Oh? Why don't I remember having an opponent like you?"

Unrivaled Thief's voice carried three parts casual indifference and seven parts mockery, like a sharp dagger driven viciously into Tang San's heart.

Tang San immediately broke out in cold sweat, scenes of himself being brutally beaten flashing through his mind.

However, with so many people present, he forced himself to say, "My opponent is Spirit Hall's Holy Son. What does that have to do with you?"

"Pfft!"

Unrivaled Thief suddenly burst into laughter, his shoulders shaking violently as though he had heard the most ridiculous joke on the continent.

Rebel Son and the others beside him also chuckled, their gazes toward Tang San becoming incomparably mocking.

Seeing his disciple being ridiculed, Yu Xiaogang immediately stepped forward.

"What are you? Xiao San is a genius destined to surpass Spirit Hall's Holy Son. You are merely an unknown junior. What gives you the courage to mock Xiao San?"

The moment those words fell, Unrivaled Thief and the others laughed even louder, as though they had heard another side-splitting joke.

Even Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo, whose composure was usually impeccable, nearly broke character.

Because it was simply too funny!

Master and disciple kept claiming to be someone's opponent, yet when that person stood before them, they could not even recognize him.

"Sect Master Ning, Your Grace Bone Douluo. Please tell this short-sighted master and disciple exactly who I am."

After laughing enough, Unrivaled Thief simply had Ning Fengzhi reveal his identity himself.

Only that would shut Yu Xiaogang and Tang San up completely.

Ning Fengzhi sighed softly and stepped forward. "This is Spirit Hall's Holy Son, Unrivaled Thief."

"What?! He's Spirit Hall's Holy Son?!"

Tang San and Yu Xiaogang cried out at the same time, their faces instantly turning deathly pale.

No wonder the other party had laughed so wildly. They had been acting like clowns all along.

Tang San's face turned crimson. No matter how thick-skinned he was, he still felt his cheeks burn.

Seeing this, Unrivaled Thief said helplessly, "You have fought me three times, yet all three times, you could not even make me warm up. With strength like that, how can you be my opponent?"

Hearing that, Tang San's nails dug deeply into his palms.

"Since you seem so sincere, I'll give you a chance."

Unrivaled Thief raised a hand and pointed at Rebel Son. "Defeat him, and I'll acknowledge that you are qualified to be my opponent. Otherwise, stop telling everyone you are my opponent. It's embarrassing for me."

Tang San sighed in relief. Unrivaled Thief had truly beaten a shadow into his heart.

"Hmph, you think you can defeat me without taking action yourself? Just watch how I slap your face!"

He secretly made up his mind to defeat Rebel Son in spectacular fashion.

Rebel Son gave a playful laugh and leaped directly onto the training ground.

He looked at Tang San teasingly and said, "Let me see whether you have what it takes to be my boss's opponent. If you can't even beat me, stop spouting nonsense. Otherwise, you'll disgrace my boss!"

Tang San sneered. I can't beat your boss, but can't I beat you?

Before his words had even faded, Blue Silver Grass burst from the ground and swept toward him.

Rebel Son smiled faintly. "Golden Dart King, possess me!"

A suit of armor immediately covered his body, and he held two large cross-shaped darts in his hands.

"Trivial tricks. Break for me!"

The two cross darts in Rebel Son's hands erupted with dazzling electric light before he hurled them forward!

The two darts instantly plunged into the Blue Silver Grass, effortlessly severing Tang San's vines one after another before finally flying back into his hands.

Below the stage, Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo's pupils contracted.

What a peculiar Martial Soul—and its power is enormous. It does not lose to any top-tier Tool Martial Soul!

Rebel Son mocked, "Tang San, don't you play with Hidden Weapons? Then let's see whether your Hidden Weapons are stronger, or my darts are!"

Before his words had faded, he threw the cross darts in his hands again, like two bolts of lightning streaking across the sky.

Tang San twisted aside to evade them, revealing a mocking smile. "You're still too green to play with Hidden Weapons against me!"