Douluo: I, Unrivaled Thief, Explosive King Returns

"Keep going! Get them!" Spiky Head's face turned livid.

This time, seven lackeys rushed out. All of them had Level 6 Soul Power.

This battle lasted more than ten minutes.

Rebel Son sent the last lackey flying with a dart. Three bloody gashes had appeared on his right arm.

Thief Father had several bruises and wounds on his body as well, and more than half his Soul Power had been depleted.

Shifty-eyed Thief panted like a bull, clearly exhausted.

"The rest of you, get them!" Spiky Head shouted hysterically, his face ecstatic. "Even if their Soul Power is higher, we'll wear them to death!"

Meanwhile, above Spirit Hall, Unrivaled Thief and Mighty Lion Douluo returned to the academy.

"Hey, Fourth Brother, I hadn't even tested the effects of my first soul skill yet. Why were you in such a hurry to bring me back to Spirit Hall?"

Unrivaled Thief complained a little. He had successfully obtained his first Soul Ring, from an Earth Splitting Wind Thunder Ape that was over four hundred years old.

Mighty Lion Douluo's mouth twitched. After just one night, the two had become unlikely friends despite their age difference.

As a result, he had become Fourth Brother.

Still, Unrivaled Thief suited his tastes quite well, so Fourth Brother it was.

Mighty Lion Douluo did not beat around the bush and told him directly, "Your brothers are in trouble. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been in such a hurry to bring you back."

Before Unrivaled Thief could question him further, waves of commotion came from the direction of the training grounds.

Following the sound, the scene on the training grounds made his eyes blaze with fury.

Rebel Son knelt on one knee, covered in wounds, barely supporting himself with his darts.

Thief Father was being surrounded and attacked by several people, cruelly toyed with.

Shifty-eyed Thief was pinned to the ground by two people, his face covered in shoeprints.

"With this kind of ability, you think you deserve to enter Spirit Hall Academy?" Spiky Head ground his foot against Shifty-eyed Thief's fingers. "Wasn't your big brother supposed to be tough? Call him over! Even if all four of you brothers come at once—"

Boom!

Before he could say the final word, a blue figure rammed into him and sent him flying.

Spiky Head was embedded in the academy wall, his chest visibly caved in. Blood foam mixed with fragments of internal organs sprayed from his mouth. His head lolled to the side, and he passed out.

The entire place fell silent.

Unrivaled Thief slowly withdrew his right fist, wrapped in wind-element energy. His blue-and-green armor glinted coldly beneath the sunlight.

He glanced at Goatee Teacher, who was so frightened by that look that he staggered back three steps.

"I heard you wanted to challenge my four brothers?" His voice was soft, yet more than twenty lackeys shuddered in unison.

At that moment, the system's voice rang out in his mind.

Ding, system mission issued. Mission One: Swallow your anger and endure humiliation, obtain the title of Trash, and gain the rebellion of your three younger brothers; Mission Two: Beat up twenty-three lackeys and obtain 1 lottery draw.

The instant the mission appeared, Unrivaled Thief had already made his choice.

"Bullshit, of course I'm choosing the second one. My stupid little brothers can only be bullied by me. Who the hell do these people think they are?"

Unrivaled Thief vs. Yan

"Explosive King, Martial Soul Possession!"

Without waiting for anyone to respond, Unrivaled Thief vanished from where he stood the instant he activated Martial Soul Possession.

When he reappeared, he was already beside Rebel Son, behind a person wielding a shield Martial Soul.

The man sensed the suffocating pressure behind him and hurriedly raised his shield over his head.

The next instant, Unrivaled Thief smashed his fist into it.

Bang!

The shield instantly caved in, and the man's legs bent backward at grotesque angles like broken reeds.

Before he could scream, Unrivaled Thief seized him by the throat and brutally slammed him into the ground.

Bang!

The ground cracked, and shattered stones flew everywhere.

His lumbar spine and the stone floor let out overloaded cracks at the same time, and his entire body was embedded in the ground in the shape of an "N."

Unrivaled Thief did not stop. He took several long strides and arrived before another person, his fist already crashing down like a Hurricane.

The clothes over that man's chest instantly shredded apart, and the dull sound of his ribs caving in mingled with the howling wind.

Pfft!

Blood immediately sprayed from his seven orifices. He flew backward like a cannonball, knocking over five people behind him in succession.

"Ah! Murder!"

Someone finally came to their senses, but they were already scared out of their wits and turned to flee from the training grounds.

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

Unrivaled Thief's emotionless voice sounded beside the fleeing lackey's ear.

A sweeping kick whipped up a violent gale and chopped toward the man's back like a battle axe.

Crack!

The crisp sound of his tailbone snapping was clearly audible. The student's head slammed into his heels, and he was folded in half like a folding screen.

Unrivaled Thief continued charging toward the lackeys. He moved as though no one was there, leaving them scattered and broken in his wake.

Only then did Goatee Teacher finally react. "Stop right there! You have no sense of restraint in your attacks. You've violated the academy rules!"

"Academy rules?" Unrivaled Thief gripped a student by the neck and turned with a cold sneer. "When twenty-three of them were beating three people, where were the academy rules?"

The teacher was left speechless. He had indeed allowed those people to gang up on the weaker students.

Moreover, judging by Bibi Dong's orders last night, Unrivaled Thief seemed to have formed ties with Worship Hall.

As a mere Soul Ancestor, he was not stupid enough to seek death.

In less than two minutes, not a single lackey on the training grounds could remain standing. Some were dead, while others were crippled.

After dealing with the lackeys, Unrivaled Thief went to help Rebel Son and the others up.

"Big Brother!" Shifty-eyed Thief's eyes brimmed with tears. "I disgraced you!"

Unrivaled Thief vigorously rubbed his dog-like head and praised him, "You managed this much while fighting one against many. You did me proud."

Rebel Son and Thief Father stood up, but there was no joy on their faces.

They did not resent Unrivaled Thief for returning too late. They only hated themselves for being too weak to even protect their younger brother.

Just as Goatee Teacher had no idea how to settle things, an angry shout rang out.

"Unrivaled Thief, you actually dared to use deadly force against your fellow students! As your senior, I'll teach you a proper lesson!"

The voice arrived before the person did. A fiery-red figure shot straight into the training grounds.

Unrivaled Thief possessed all the combat experience of the other Unrivaled Thief and immediately sensed danger.

With a fierce wave of his hand, he sent Rebel Son and the other two out of the training grounds.

Then he exerted force through his legs and leaped into the air.

A pillar of magma shot through the spot where he had just stood. The searing heat distorted even the air.

Unrivaled Thief narrowed his eyes at Yan, a cold killing intent flashing through his gaze.

He used a soul skill just now. It seems he really intends to kill me. Was it Bibi Dong's order, or his own idea? Either way, it doesn't matter. I'll settle every one of these debts.

Yan was not discouraged after missing his strike. He turned and demanded, "Unrivaled Thief, why are you so ruthless? Have you become a Fallen Soul Master?"

Unrivaled Thief scoffed at the accusation of being a Fallen Soul Master.

He gave Yan a serious look, his tone cold. "You fear my rise and deliberately came looking for trouble. Why bother making up such an excuse? If you suppress your Soul Power to the level of a one-ring soul master and still defeat me, I'll kill myself on the spot."

"Arrogant!" Yan appeared enraged, but inwardly, he was delighted.

This was the perfect chance to get rid of him. Not only could he complete His Holiness the Pope's task, he might even win Nana's heart.

Even if he had become a one-ring soul master and possessed a Self-Created Soul Skill, he only had two soul skills at most.

Although he wants me to suppress my Soul Power to that of a one-ring soul master, he never said I can't use my second and third soul skills!

Without the slightest pride of a genius, he immediately declared, "What arrogance! Then I'll suppress my Soul Power to that of a one-ring soul master and defeat you, you ignorant and arrogant brat!"

"Since that's the case, I'll serve as the referee."

Mighty Lion Douluo appeared at the edge of the field at some point, his sharp gaze sweeping across everyone present.

Xie Yue and Hu Liena, who had been hoping to fish in troubled waters, immediately dared not make any small moves and obediently stood beneath the training grounds.

Mighty Lion Douluo had long seen through their little schemes.

Otherwise, he would not have come to act as referee and support Unrivaled Thief.

Unrivaled Thief ignored Mighty Lion Douluo and silently said in his heart, System, give me a draw.

Ding, draw consumed successfully. Drawing...

Ding, congratulations to the host for obtaining a Soul Skill Card (Ultimate Skill Card): Explosive Electric Light Cannon. Does the host wish to learn it immediately?

"Learn it!"

In an instant, Unrivaled Thief learned Explosive Electric Light Cannon as though it had been ingrained into his muscles.

Yan did not lose his nerve because of Mighty Lion Douluo's arrival. After all, Bibi Dong, the Pope, stood behind him.

"First Soul Skill, Hell Lava Charge!"

In the blink of an eye, he transformed into a blazing magma sphere and shot forward, leaving an afterimage in the air.

However, Unrivaled Thief's Explosive King was known for speed and strength. He easily dodged Yan's straight-line charge, leading Yan around like he was walking a dog.

Watching Yan draw closer and closer in pursuit, he sighed inwardly. He is still a Soul Elder. Even if he suppresses himself to the level of a one-ring soul master, he still has far more Soul Power than I do.

Unrivaled Thief knew he could not keep dodging forever. Only by meeting attack with attack would he have a chance of winning.

A yellow Soul Ring suddenly appeared around him. "First Soul Skill, Earth Splitting Wind Thunder Transformation!"

In an instant, Unrivaled Thief's senses, strength, and speed increased by thirty percent.

With his speed and strength surging, offense and defense immediately switched places.

He unleashed his Self-Created Soul Skill, Overlord Wind-Chasing Fist, and attacked Yan.

Yan felt his vision blur, then his face took a solid punch, sending him flying backward.

Unrivaled Thief practically appeared behind him and drove a fist toward his back.

Yan endured the nosebleed and hastily activated his second soul skill, Granite Rock.

Dark-red stone patterns surfaced across his body in an instant, and his skin immediately turned to rock.

Yet Unrivaled Thief did not retreat. His fist still slammed into Yan's back.

With a boom, the terrifying force directly staggered Yan.

Yan whirled around in fury and threw a punch, but it missed.

Unrivaled Thief appeared behind him again, his fists raining down like cannonballs.

The sounds of bang, bang, bang echoed throughout the training grounds. Yan's blood and energy churned, his organs roiled, and he had no ability to fight back at all.

Suddenly, Unrivaled Thief found an opening and immediately poured all his power into one punch.

Fusing strength and speed to the extreme, he unleashed Overlord Wind-Chasing Fist.

Unexpectedly, Yan suddenly sneered. "You finally fell for it. Go to hell!"

That opening had been deliberately exposed by him, meant to lure Unrivaled Thief into a trap.

He grinned viciously as the purple Soul Ring around him suddenly lit up.

"Third Soul Skill, Hellfire!"