Douluo Zhibo Madara

The person in charge thought Madara was joking at first, but when he saw that the instructors who had brought them had no intention of stopping them, he had no choice but to arrange for the soul sects whom he had just indicated to come on stage.

A strong man who looked like an iron tower from a distance. The ground seemed to shake with every step he took. He came to Madara, lowered his head and said jokingly: "If you can't do it, kid, just go down. Don't talk about us." Bullying you”

When several other people heard this, they all started laughing.

Perhaps they admit that Madara's 4-year soul ring really shocked them, and his future achievements are beyond their imagination.But now he is just a teenager, a kid with a higher level, how can he defeat these three soul sects who have experienced hundreds of battles?

"You know, no matter what kind of enemy you face, you must never relax." Madara showed him a seemingly innocent and bloody smile.

"What?" The tall and powerful man was stunned. Just as he was about to open his mouth to say something, Madara jumped up and hit his face hard with his knee.

The big man was caught off guard and lay back, looking extremely miserable with his face covered in blood.

This is already the result of Madara showing mercy, otherwise it would not be as simple as his face being covered in blood.

"Martial Spirit Pierced Armor Shield, Possession" Another Soul Sect saw that the situation was not good, and immediately completed the martial spirit possession, and a spiked shield appeared in his hand that covered most of his body.

"Then let me see whether your shield is stronger or my scythe is stronger." Madara turned around and turned back, using the momentum of the impact to strike vertically with the scythe in his hand.

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The shield soul master only felt a terrifying force coming from the sharp armor shield in his hand, which directly knocked him away.

"Your shield is really strong. What if we do it again?" Madara said playfully as he looked at the soul sect with wide eyes in disbelief.

Seeing Madara's figure disappear again, the Sharp Armored Shield Soul Sect felt that something was wrong. He roared loudly and tried his best to activate his soul ring: "The first soul skill, Thorns Reverse Armor"

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It still had no effect, and the Sharp Armored Shield Soul Sect was hit hard and flew away just like before.

Although the defensive power of the sharp shield is powerful, it still cracked in the face of Madara's ultimate power, causing the shoulder shield soul sect to scream: "It's impossible, how can you have such great power?"

"Eh, is it an anti-injury soul skill?" Madara opened his palm and looked at a small scratch on it and said in surprise.

Madara's behavior was as if he were playing a game, without any awareness of actual combat.

This instantly angered the Iron Tower man who got up and the other Soul Sect who didn't take action.

The two of them completed the possession of martial spirits. After two rays of light flashed, one seemed to have turned into a big crab, and the martial spirit of the iron tower man turned out to be a bear like Zhao Wuji.

"The Bear King Roared" Although the iron tower man was hit with a blow on his face, he was still full of vigor and energy, and he greeted him with his third soul skill without hesitation.

A huge roaring sound wave spread towards Madara in a fan shape, and all the floors along the way were shattered, and it looked very powerful.

If you want to resolve this move, it may take a lot of effort in the eyes of others, but it is easy in Madara's eyes.

Madara's steps were slightly wrong, and the arm holding the scythe tightly reached towards the shoulder armor shield soul sect, and before he could react, he hooked the spikes on it with the blade of the scythe.

"Not good." The Sharp Armored Shield Soul Sect, the sharp armored shield in his hand was pulled forward violently, causing his expression to change drastically, and he grasped it with both hands.

Even though the Sharp Armored Shield Soul Sect had rubbed his feet on the ground, it still couldn't change the fact that he and his shield were dragged out by Madara.

Madara grabbed the Sharp Shield Soul Sect by the collar and blocked it in front of him unceremoniously.

All this happened in the blink of an eye, so fast that no one could react.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Unexpectedly, the soul master was hit by the roar of the towering man. He could only let go of his sharp armor shield, covered his bleeding ears and rolled around wildly.

When the iron tower man saw his comrade who was accidentally injured, his face turned ugly, but he knew that he must not give up all his efforts at this time, so he also used the fourth soul skill at the bottom of the box.

"Bear Paw Cannonball"

The hands of the big man from the Iron Tower turned into thick bear paws, and he slapped them in front of him crazily, even leaving a trail of afterimages.

With each blow, a bear-claw-shaped soul power shadow continued to hit Madara like cannonballs.

Madara's speed seemed to have no limit. Even if the bear paw shells were getting faster and faster, he could easily dodge them.

But in the eyes of outsiders, Madara was just like playing a game with a child. No matter how many attacks the tower man made, the position of Madara's footsteps never changed, he just landed on the floor.

"Keep on speeding up, let me see how fast you are," Madara said tauntingly while looking like a butterfly flying among the flowers.

"His strength has increased again." Dai Mubai clenched his fists tightly, his eyes fixed on Madara who shuttled freely through the violent storm.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh" the big man from the Iron Tower yelled out of control with his eyes red.

"I've had enough fun, now I'll give it back to you." As time went by, the nature on Madara's face gradually disappeared, as if he was tired of playing with him.

Madara's originally nimble steps stopped abruptly. The scythe that had been tempered by learning fire appeared in his hand, and he began to walk towards the big man in the iron tower.

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The phantoms of bear paws even made whimpering sounds in the air, but all of them were in vain.

Madara swung the sickle forward in his hand, and a cold blade of light passed by, splitting all the flying bear paws into two.

Madara seemed to be annoyed by the attacks all over the sky. He stepped slightly, and the next moment he appeared next to the big man in the iron tower as if teleporting. He asked impatiently: "Is that enough?"

"How could it be so fast?" The big man from the Iron Tower narrowed his eyes into needle-point shapes and took a few steps back, wanting to continue to use the soul ring behind him to attack.

However, a bright light flashed away, and the brand-new leather armor he was wearing was cut into two halves.

Madara's scythe was so fast that everyone's eyes were blurred before they realized the scythe had already been withdrawn.

"I, I lost," the man from the Iron Tower said dejectedly, looking at the sharp and shining sickle that was placed on his shoulder and very close to his neck.

"Why do you still want to continue playing with you?" Madara turned his head as if he was aware of it, and looked at the last soul master who had just raised his crab claw to attack from behind, causing the other party to shudder.

In less than 5 minutes, without using any soul skills, Madara used his abnormally rich combat experience to crush this group of academic soul sects.

"Did I pass?" Madara asked casually without even breathing disorder, as if he just went for a walk and came back.

“Too qualified”