Douluo: I, Unrivaled Thief, Explosive King Returns

Gui Mei's Rescue

In an instant, terrifying Hellfire burst forth from Yan's body.

Crimson waves of flame immediately engulfed Unrivaled Thief, bathing the entire training ground in a blood-prison glow.

"Did it work?!"

Xie Yue's pupils contracted, his knuckles turning white from how tightly he clenched them.

Yesterday, the glory of the Golden Generation had been ruthlessly trampled beneath Unrivaled Thief's feet.

Today was the time to reclaim it!

Excitement and cruelty surged in Hu Liena's eyes. "Hmph, you dared refuse our teacher's recruitment. This is the fate of you, Unrivaled Thief. Once you die, your three younger brothers won't live either."

Shifty-eyed Thief's nails dug deeply into his palms, blood dripping down his wrists.

He stared fixedly at the sea of flames and roared, "If Big Brother dies... I'll stake my life on biting a chunk of flesh off him!"

Rebel Son pressed down on his trembling shoulder, his voice hoarse yet resolute.

"Trust Boss! He has never lost... but we can't keep hiding behind him forever."

Thief Father nodded heavily, already prepared to risk his life.

The three exchanged a glance and silently swore an oath.

Today's humiliation would be repaid a hundredfold.

At that moment, they truly understood the importance of strength.

Sensing his younger brothers' resolve, Unrivaled Thief curled his lips slightly within the sea of flames.

He had risked entering this trap not only to win the battle, but also to shatter the illusion of dependence they harbored.

Young eagles must eventually fly on their own. Flowers grown in a greenhouse cannot withstand wind and rain.

"Kid, die!"

At that moment, Yan grinned viciously and clapped his hands together. The flames on either side surged like tidal waves, crashing toward Unrivaled Thief in the middle.

As the fire swept in, a trace of mockery flashed through Unrivaled Thief's eyes.

Having fused with Fruit Force's combat experience, he had already seen through Yan's trap.

That deliberately slowed offensive, those feigned staggering steps—every bit of it was a signal meant to lure him in.

"Deliberately exposing an opening? Pathetic. The one who should die is you!"

Unrivaled Thief sneered. His speed surged, and with a whoosh, he vanished into the sea of flames.

Yan's vicious smile froze instantly.

There was no one within the fire. Only the sound of something tearing through the air came from above!

"How is that possible?!"

He looked up in panic, only to see Unrivaled Thief diving down like an eagle, his fist driving straight at Yan's chest.

The next instant, a sharp pain tore through his chest.

With a crack, the rock-like skin over his chest split apart, and terrifying force abruptly penetrated his body.

"Pfft!" Yan sprayed a mist of blood and was sent flying straight out of the flames.

He hit the training ground and rolled across it miserably, only coming to a stop at its edge.

"My strength was still a little lacking. Otherwise, that punch would have been enough to blast him out of the training ground and win the match."

Though Unrivaled Thief had landed a successful blow, nearly all the Soul Power in his body had been drained as well.

"Damn it, damn it! How could I, a dignified Soul Elder, lose to a one-ring Soul Master?! Impossible! This absolutely cannot happen!"

Yan clutched his sunken chest and struggled to his feet. Soul Power surged around him like a volcano on the verge of eruption.

His Soul Power visibly soared, but just as it was about to break through level twenty, it seemed to hit an invisible wall and was forced back.

Yan froze, then glared viciously at Mighty Lion Douluo.

Mighty Lion Douluo looked at Yan teasingly and said coldly, "What, you refuse to accept it? The rules were made clear beforehand. Yan can only use the Soul Power of a one-ring Soul Master, no more than level nineteen."

Seeing this, Unrivaled Thief was glad that Mighty Lion Douluo was acting as the referee. He was confident in his strength, but not arrogant.

Yan was a three-ring Soul Elder. If he were truly allowed to use everything he had, then no matter how talented Unrivaled Thief was, he would not be Yan's match.

After all, how could someone who became a member of the Golden Generation possibly be an ordinary genius?

Yan rose while clutching his obviously caved-in chest and stalked viciously toward Unrivaled Thief.

If his martial soul, the Flame Lord, had not possessed such powerful defense, combined with the physique of a Soul Elder, that punch just now would have been enough to kill him.

"Hmph. Although I can only use level nineteen Soul Power, yours is merely level eleven."

"Your Self-Created Soul Skill seems to consume a great deal of Soul Power, while your first Soul Skill is a support skill. You've already run out of Soul Power to use that Self-Created Soul Skill again, haven't you?"

"In the end, I'm the one who won. Obediently await your death!"

Yan knew his victory would be dishonorable, but he still understood that the victor became king and the loser was vilified.

Yet Unrivaled Thief also swayed as he rose to his feet, looking at Yan with amusement.

"When did you start laboring under the illusion that I only know one Self-Created Soul Skill?"

The moment those words were spoken, Yan stopped dead in his tracks.

Whether it was Mighty Lion Douluo or Xie Yue and Hu Liena, all of them were stunned by Unrivaled Thief's words. Their eyes widened in utter disbelief.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible! You're lying to me! You're trying to stall for time!"

Yan's pride had been dealt a severe blow. His eyes held nothing but jealousy and hatred for Unrivaled Thief.

He endured the intense pain and charged at Unrivaled Thief like a mad dog, taking three steps as two.

Unrivaled Thief made no move, merely charging straight at him.

"Kid, die!"

Yan's fist transformed into molten lava. As he threw a punch, the air hissed.

Yet before he could expect it, Unrivaled Thief vanished again with a whoosh and appeared directly behind him.

"I should thank you. You've given me a deeper understanding of the Overlord Wind-Chasing Fist. So, to thank you, I'll let you die beneath my second Self-Created Soul Skill!"

Unrivaled Thief raised his right hand, its lion-mouth-like armor aimed at Yan's head. Green wind wrapped around arcs of electricity and compressed at high speed.

"Goodbye!"

Before his words had faded, a hum rang out. An Explosive Electric Light Cannon, green and wrapped in electricity, shot toward Yan's head.

At that distance, Yan could not dodge even if he erupted with all his strength.

"No!" Xie Yue and Hu Liena's eyes nearly split with rage. They wanted to rush over and save him, but it felt as though lead had been poured into their bodies. They could not move an inch.

Mighty Lion Douluo had long anticipated this and gave them no chance to interfere.

At the critical moment, a shadow suddenly split open the ground.

Gui Mei's withered hand grabbed Yan's ankle and dragged him underground.

"By the Pope's order, the Golden Generation cannot fall here!" A voice like the hiss of a venomous snake followed.

Unrivaled Thief's pupils shrank as he cursed inwardly, That crazy woman has no shame at all! But is she trying to slap Old Fourth in the face?!

Mighty Lion Douluo laughed in fury. The phantom of a Blazing Lion raised its head and roared, while the pressure of level ninety-seven crushed the ground into inch-by-inch cracks.

"Gui Mei, do you truly think this Fourth Venerable is just for show?!"

His voice boomed like thunder as he punched into the empty air.

With a boom, one large and one small figure were smashed straight out.

Unrivaled Thief looked teasingly at Gui Mei and Yan.

Though he had known Mighty Lion Douluo for less than a day, he had already figured out his temperament.

Gui Mei's actions were undoubtedly a slap to Mighty Lion Douluo's face.

Mighty Lion Douluo snorted coldly. "You little ghost, it seems you don't understand who holds the real authority! Die!"

As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed at Gui Mei and Yan. A massive flaming hand swept through the air.

Scorching heat rushed toward her face, and Gui Mei had no choice but to cry out for help. "Your Holiness the Pope, save me!"

Bibi Dong's Strength

"Insolence! I am the Pope!"

A black Great Hand Seal flew out from the Papal Palace, tearing the air empty along its path.

The red and black Great Hand Seals collided explosively in midair, like two stars crashing together and unleashing force powerful enough to split mountains and shatter stone.

For a moment, Spirit Hall Academy was filled with red and black light so blinding that no one could open their eyes.

Terrifying Soul Power shockwaves spread wildly in all directions from the point of collision.

Wherever they passed, spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the academy's sturdy walls, and even the granite slabs of the ground were overturned.

"So strong!" Unrivaled Thief hurriedly retreated before Rebel Son and the other two, using his insignificant Soul Power to block the aftershocks.

Seeing this, Mighty Lion Douluo immediately separated off a strand of Soul Power to shield the four brothers.

However, that action did not escape the notice of the person inside the Papal Palace. She snorted coldly.

"Hmph!"

The black Great Hand Seal suddenly shoved forward, forcing Mighty Lion Douluo back three steps.

Then the Soul Power within the two palm seals dissipated, and heaven and earth returned to calm.

Mighty Lion Douluo's expression grew solemn. Damn, that crazy woman is this strong?!

He was deeply shocked.

The Pope Bibi Dong, who usually kept such a low profile, was actually stronger than him, a level ninety-seven Titled Douluo.

Compared to Mighty Lion Douluo's shock, Unrivaled Thief was exceedingly calm.

As a Transmigrator, he had long understood Bibi Dong's strength.

Although she has already accepted the Rakshasa God's divine trial and cannot wield her full power at this time, the strength she can use is still no weaker than Mighty Lion Douluo's.

However, as long as she has not become a god, Qian Daoliu will always keep her in check. She won't be able to kill me outright, which means I still have enough time to grow.

Thinking of this, Unrivaled Thief secretly breathed a sigh of relief, though worries still remained in his heart.

First came the strength of his potential enemies, then his own frail strength.

He looked at his hands and sighed. "Even though I possess all of Explosive King's combat experience, my use of the Overlord Wind-Chasing Fist is still far from perfect."

Whether yesterday or today, he had wasted too much unnecessary Soul Power in both uses of the Overlord Wind-Chasing Fist.

Using it just once consumed seventy to eighty percent of the Soul Power in his body.

That went against the original purpose of a Self-Created Soul Skill.

After all, the Self-Created Soul Skills on the Douluo Continent were highly compatible with their Soul Masters, allowing for precise control over Soul Power output.

Thus, their Soul Power consumption could be lower.

Yet his current Overlord Wind-Chasing Fist had put the cart before the horse.

Though its power was impressive and comparable to a Soul Skill granted by a thousand-year Soul Ring, it consumed more than a thousand-year Soul Skill.

"It's still not quite there. I need to study it properly."

The Overlord Wind-Chasing Fist was Explosive King's ultimate technique. Unrivaled Thief could not abandon it.

No matter how difficult it was, he would continue down this path.

Once he refined the Overlord Wind-Chasing Fist into a basic attack, who would dare contend against him then!

The moment his martial soul was dismissed, a wave of weakness swept over him.

"Big Brother, are you all right?!"