Douluo: I, Unrivaled Thief—Explosive King Takes His Place

Could it be that he was interested in my talent too?

As a level ninety-nine Ultimate Douluo, Qian Daoliu possessed exceptional talent himself and had also seen people with even greater talent than his own.

Qian Renxue, his granddaughter, possessed Innate Soul Power at level twenty.

Bibi Dong, seated upon the throne, wore a grim expression as her aura suddenly erupted.

"Boom!"

In an instant, two terrifying auras collided within the Papal Palace.

Even Yue Guan, a level ninety-five Titled Douluo, was forced back by the clashing auras.

Though Unrivaled Thief was merely a Soul Master, Qian Daoliu secretly protected him, keeping him from harm.

Qian Daoliu narrowed his eyes at Bibi Dong, a sneer curling at his lips as his aura surged forth.

Bibi Dong's aura was instantly pushed back, and even the Pope's throne beneath her began to crack.

After being suppressed, she withdrew her aura and said coldly, "Grand Venerable, have you finished dealing with matters in the Worship Hall? You actually have the leisure to come to the Papal Palace and meddle."

The moment she finished speaking, Qian Daoliu swept in through the hall doors on golden flames, his pressure so tangible that the air itself began to hum.

"Bibi Dong, are you questioning me? Don't forget who safeguards the foundation of Spirit Hall!"

His lightning-like gaze swept over Bibi Dong as he spoke evenly. "I cannot stand watching the strong bully the weak. But you, indulging your subordinates like this—are you trying to chill the hearts of every genius in Spirit Hall?"

At this point, Qian Daoliu's words turned mocking. "If you no longer wish to be Pope, I do not mind replacing you. Do not forget who the true master of Spirit Hall is."

Bibi Dong trembled with rage, her nails digging deeply into her palms as blood seeped along the creases.

She forcibly suppressed the surging fury in her heart, then turned to Unrivaled Thief. Her tone suddenly softened.

Yet beneath it lay a hidden edge.

"Little one, this Pope apologizes for what happened just now. With your talent, if you take me as your master, I am willing to teach you everything I know."

Before she could finish, nine Soul Rings abruptly appeared—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red.

She's threatening me!

The wind pressure whipped up Unrivaled Thief's collar, and every strand of his hair stood on end.

"Damn it. Even with Qian Daoliu protecting me, I can still feel how terrifying Bibi Dong's strength is. If that old man is not stopping her, what exactly is he planning?"

Just as he did not know what to do, a cold mechanical voice rang out in his mind.

Ding. System mission issued. Mission One: Take Bibi Dong as master and obtain the title Coward. When equipped, it can reduce your presence. Mission Two: Take Qian Daoliu as master and obtain all of Unrivaled Thief's combat experience from Fruit Force.

Looking at the system missions, Unrivaled Thief finally understood why Qian Daoliu had appeared.

"Damn, so this old man wants to take me as his disciple. No wonder he stepped in to help me. But why did he not say so directly? Why did he just watch Bibi Dong threaten me?"

But once he recalled Qian Daoliu's somewhat tsundere personality, he understood everything.

Unrivaled Thief ignored Bibi Dong and turned to Qian Daoliu. "Old man, you did not come here just to watch a show, did you? How about it? I'll take you as my master."

The boy's voice was extraordinarily calm, carrying immense confidence.

Qian Daoliu raised a brow and asked doubtfully, "What makes you think I would accept you as my disciple?"

"Instinct. I do not want to take her as my master, but if I do not take someone as my master, I am afraid I will not be able to leave the Papal Palace today." Unrivaled Thief spread his hands helplessly.

Hearing this, Qian Daoliu burst into laughter. Golden flames turned into a warm current that lifted Unrivaled Thief into the air.

"Good! From today onward, you are my, Qian Daoliu's, final disciple!" He turned toward the livid Bibi Dong. "Keep your subordinates in line. If anyone dares use their seniority to bully the young, I do not mind replacing the Pope."

With that, Qian Daoliu flicked his sleeve and vanished from the Papal Palace in a streak of light, taking Unrivaled Thief with him.

The Papal Palace fell into dead silence, with only Bibi Dong's rapid breathing echoing through the vast hall.

Yue Guan did not even dare breathe loudly. Because of his targeting, they had missed their best chance to force Unrivaled Thief into becoming a disciple.

Bibi Dong stared at the palace doors for a long while before saying coldly, "Tell Xie Yue and the others to target Unrivaled Thief and his three brothers at the academy. If they kill them in a fight among juniors, that old bastard Qian Daoliu will have nothing to say."

"Yes, Your Holiness the Pope." Yue Guan left gloomily.

Elsewhere, Unrivaled Thief felt as though his entire body was about to fall apart. The aura of a Titled Douluo was not so easy to endure.

Though he had not shown it within the Papal Palace, it could not escape Qian Daoliu's eyes.

A ray of holy light struck Unrivaled Thief's body, and his fractured bones instantly healed.

"Brat, do not put on a brave face when you lack the strength. If I had not acted tonight, you would already be dead."

Unrivaled Thief was carefree and unconcerned. "But I survived, didn't I? And I even became the disciple of Spirit Hall's Grand Venerable."

Qian Daoliu was slightly surprised. He had not expected Unrivaled Thief to recover so quickly from such a situation.

After arriving at the Worship Hall, he said to Unrivaled Thief, "What? Are you not coming over to acknowledge your master?"

Unrivaled Thief stopped looking around curiously and asked, "Haven't I already done that? Do I have to kneel three times and bow nine times for it to count?"

As a modern person, he did not have such habits.

Qian Daoliu knew what had happened to Unrivaled Thief in the Papal Palace and understood that he was not someone who would kneel casually.

He did not mind. Geniuses always had some pride.

"You do not need to kneel, but you still need to offer me a cup of tea."

Seeing Qian Daoliu's serious expression, Unrivaled Thief obediently went to offer him a cup of tea with respect.

After Qian Daoliu drank it, he officially became Qian Daoliu's final disciple.

Seeing this, Qian Daoliu asked, "You have Innate Full Soul Power, so it is time for you to obtain your first Soul Ring. Otherwise, if your Soul Power cannot continue rising, your original advantage will gradually be worn away."

At this point, Unrivaled Thief said seriously, "Master, I hope you will not interfere with my choice of Soul Beast. I understand my Martial Soul better, and I know what kind of Soul Beast suits me best."

"Mm, decide for yourself." Qian Daoliu did not argue further, nor did he have much time to teach him.

Since Unrivaled Thief had created a Self-Created Soul Skill at six years old, it proved that he had a thorough understanding of his own Martial Soul.

Moreover, Qian Daoliu did not understand Unrivaled Thief's Martial Soul and could not offer any practical advice.

He might as well let the boy cultivate on his own and enjoy some peace.

"I cannot casually leave the Worship Hall, so I will have Fourth Venerable accompany you and protect you."

The moment Qian Daoliu finished speaking, a man with the build of a mighty lion stepped out from the shadows.

This man was Spirit Hall's Fourth Venerable, Mighty Lion Douluo, a level ninety-seven Power Attack Type Battle Soul Master.

"Rest assured, Grand Venerable. With me here, your final disciple will not suffer any harm." Mighty Lion Douluo's hoarse voice carried a violent edge.

Qian Daoliu was very reassured by Mighty Lion Douluo.

Unrivaled Thief was also very satisfied with Mighty Lion Douluo. A level ninety-seven Titled Douluo was already among the strongest people on the continent.

Mighty Lion Douluo also knew what had happened in the Papal Palace and was very pleased that Unrivaled Thief had ignored Bibi Dong's coercion.

After all, he personally believed that Bibi Dong was unworthy of leading Spirit Hall, so he naturally had no favorable impression of her.

As for Unrivaled Thief, who had dared resist Bibi Dong, he naturally developed a favorable impression of him.

"Kid, let's go. I'll take you to obtain your first Soul Ring!"

Unrivaled Thief only felt his collar tighten before a sensation of weightlessness struck him, his field of vision rapidly expanding.

Amid a burst of screams, they set off for the Star Dou Great Forest.

The Persistence of the Three Thieves, Unrivaled Thief's Powerful Return

The next day, Rebel Son and the other two emerged from their meditative cultivation.

Looking at the empty bed, Thief Father asked doubtfully, "Eh, where did Big Brother go?"

"D-Don't tell me Boss thinks we're holding him back and abandoned us!"

Shifty-eyed Thief's eyes were swollen like two ripe peaches, tears streaming down his face.

Rebel Son snapped and punched Shifty-eyed Thief on the head.

"What nonsense are you talking about? How could Boss abandon us? He probably got up early to bring us breakfast. Come on, let's go look for him."

As he spoke, the three little ones hurried out of the dormitory and wandered around Spirit Hall Academy.

The ordinary students did not show any hostility when they saw them. They had personally witnessed Unrivaled Thief defeat Wang Ba yesterday.

Besides Unrivaled Thief, Rebel Son and the other two were also highly talented.

No one was stupid enough to pick a fight with four brothers who possessed such great potential for no reason.

Of course, no one shamelessly went up to become their lackeys either.

After all, the four brothers had offended the Golden Generation, the most prominent figures of Spirit Hall Academy.

After searching everywhere without finding him, the three of them could only head to the first-year classroom.

The moment they entered the first-year classroom, they ran straight into seven or eight students wearing mocking expressions.

At their head was a boy with spiky hair, casually kicking the edge of the podium with his toes and producing a harsh scraping sound.

"Well, if it isn't the geniuses who joined yesterday? Class is already halfway over, yet you only just arrived. You certainly put on airs."

Spiky Head spoke in a sarcastic tone, prompting a burst of laughter from the surrounding lackeys.

The teacher at the podium was a Soul Ancestor, a middle-aged man with a goatee.

Seeing this, he merely watched coldly from the sidelines.

That was because he belonged to Bibi Dong's faction—the Pope's faction.

Naturally, he would obey without question the order Bibi Dong had given last night.

If he were not a teacher and constrained by Spirit Hall Academy's rules, he would have wanted to personally deal with Rebel Son and the others.

Now that someone was causing trouble, he was happy to sit back and relax.

"Don't put a high hat on us. We were only delayed because we were looking for Big Brother." Rebel Son spoke in a deep voice, his fists already clenched white.

"Looking for that madman who made Senior Yan kneel?" Spiky Head suddenly kicked over a desk. "There's practical combat class today, and the teacher said we can freely form teams to spar. There are twenty-three of us here, and we'd like to experience the skills of you four brothers!"

They had originally been somewhat apprehensive. Unrivaled Thief had level ten Soul Power and a powerful Self-Created Soul Skill.

Even if they outnumbered him, they might not necessarily win.

But now that only Rebel Son and the other two were here, they immediately began shouting provocatively, openly planning to gang up on them.

Shifty-eyed Thief trembled with fury. "Have you no shame? Twenty-three of you against the three of us?"

"No, against all four of you. What, scared?" A girl with a ponytail laughed shrilly. "Weren't you four brothers so impressive yesterday? Now you know—"

Before she could finish, Thief Father had already used Martial Soul Possession as the Sea Shark King and smashed a fist into her face.

With the Sea Shark King possessing him, he stomped hard on the ground and swept his fierce gaze over them. "Why waste words? If you want to fight, then fight!"

Rebel Son and Shifty-eyed Thief then also used Martial Soul Possession, glaring fiercely at those lackeys looking for trouble.

Only then did Goatee Teacher, who had been watching the show, speak lazily. "Since both sides agree, go to the training ground. Remember, stop at the right point."

Though he said that, he heavily emphasized the words "stop at the right point."

At the training ground, the twenty-three students formed a fan-shaped formation around the three boys.

Their Martial Souls came in every variety—Tool Martial Souls, Beast Martial Souls, and even Plant Martial Souls.

How could anyone admitted into Spirit Hall Academy be worthless?

These lackeys had a minimum of level six Soul Power, while the strongest had reached level seven.

"Get them!" Spiky Head waved his hand, and five level-six Soul Masters charged forward at once.

A sharp light flashed in Rebel Son's eyes as he pulled two dart-like weapons from the armor at his sides.

Empowered by level nine Soul Power, he sent two level-six Soul Power lackeys flying with a single exchange.

Thief Father also possessed level nine Soul Power and refused to be outdone. A shark-fin-like long blade sprang out from his right arm, gleaming with cold light.

With one slash, he sent two people flying, no less impressive than Rebel Son.

Shifty-eyed Thief held a tachi, moving as agilely as an ape while targeting their lower bodies.

Using his level eight Soul Power, he crushed the last lackey who charged at him.

In less than a minute, all five members of the first wave were sprawled on the ground, groaning.