Douluo Zhibo Madara

"Now, each of you must look directly at me alone! Otherwise, you are not qualified to stay here!" Madara didn't want to be as gentle as the ninja school in the ninja world, so he thought of a simple and crude way.

"Are you so scared that you don't have the guts to look at me directly?" Ban raised his chin as if he was looking down at these people.

Everyone was too timid to raise their heads, for fear of accidentally looking into those cold and heartless bloody eyes.

Of course, Madara would not indulge these flowers in the greenhouse. He grabbed their hair and forced their heads up to look at each other.

Nothing is inappropriate!Their hearts were so weak that they could not raise any spirit of resistance, which made Madara even more disappointed.

Kong has a lot of cultivation but doesn't even have the courage to resist. Even if they were given the power of a titled Douluo, they would still be like a bunch of ants.

Every student looked into Madara's ruthless eyes and was frightened to tears.

The students in front of Wang Zi'an, both male and female, were forced to raise their heads one by one and look into Madara's ruthless eyes.

Finally, Madara moved his gaze to the proud-looking young man in white, without any other emotion in the twilight.

Regardless of whether this boy has offended Madara or not, it actually makes no difference to Madara. Who would be angry with a little ant?

Madara looked at his trembling body and quickly looked away in disappointment.

"We are not useless!" Wang Zi'an's voice suddenly appeared in the crowd, making everyone's hearts tremble. Everyone turned their heads in disbelief and focused their eyes on Wang Zi'an.

"Oh? What were you just saying? I didn't seem to hear you?" Madara finally showed a look of interest in his eyes and said in a low voice.

Everyone's eyes contained confusion and gloating, which made Wang Zi'an feel more stressed.

Wang Zi'an slowly raised his head. Although the sense of crisis that he might die at any time lingered in his heart, he still stared at Madara with his eyes wide open and said word by word: "I said, I am not a waste! "

"Is this kid crazy?"

"It's over, it's over! I'm going to be ripped off by King Yama!"

"It's interesting!" Ban originally wanted to turn around and leave, but now he turned around and looked at Wang Zi'an who was shouting hoarsely with interest.

For a moment, Wang Zi'an felt as if he was being targeted by an ancient ferocious beast. The hairs on his body stood on end, which was his body's most instinctive warning.

"Hahaha! How ridiculous! Are you saying that if it's not trash, it's not trash?" Madara laughed as if he heard some big joke.

"You have to remember, are you trash? But it is determined by your own strength!" Madara slowly walked up to Wang Zi'an and tapped his index finger on the chest of Wang Zi'an, who was stiff and did not dare to move.

After Madara said this, he gave him a meaningful look, and then turned around and left as if he was completely disappointed with the other people, no longer testing them.

"Is it determined by my own strength?" Wang Zi'an looked at the bloody back and thought about this sentence in his heart.

"Wait! Can you show me your strength?" Wang Zi'an looked at the blood-red figure who was about to walk away, and finally plucked up the courage to shout loudly behind him.

Madara paused for a moment and then continued walking forward, but his martial soul had quietly possessed him, and the four yellow, purple, purple and black soul rings were displayed without any scruples.

In an instant, the dazzling light of the four soul rings behind Madara made everyone lose their voices, and only a hissing sound of inhalation was heard.

"Oscar! Come out with me!" Madara seemed to remember something, turned to the stunned Oscar, frowned, and ordered.

"Okay! Okay!" Oscar nodded like a chicken pecking at rice and quickly followed.

When the figures of the two people disappeared completely, everyone who was originally as quiet as wooden sculptures on the playground suddenly exploded.

Everyone was talking loudly about this practical teacher who was obviously younger than them, but had already reached the fourth-ring Soul Sect cultivation level.

At this moment, all the students who were still slightly unconvinced were overwhelmed by Madara's terrifying strength.

Wang Zi'an was thinking about the words that had just appeared in his ears.

"You are barely qualified to know my name! Remember, my name is Madara!"

.........

The inaccessible place in the back mountain has now become Madara's training ground.Madara's fighting power is so shocking that the training ground originally used by students was not enough for Madara to use his hands and feet.

Oscar fell to the ground exhausted, and howled feebly: "Brother Madara, please spare me!"

Oscar had long known that Madara would definitely train him well, but he didn't expect that Madara would be so strict.

"What? You've just achieved a little bit of results and you're already feeling proud?" Madara knelt down next to Oscar, who was already lying on the ground with his tongue hanging out and panting, and said coldly: "The secret technique of Eight Gate Dunjia is needed to get to the later stage. The sweat has increased exponentially!”

"But, Brother Madara, I have exhausted all my potential!" Oscar struggled to open his eyes and said with deep tiredness.

"Are you really unable to get up?" Madara stood up, looked up and down at Oscar's body lying on the ground, rubbed his chin and thought about where to start next.

"I really have no strength left!" Oscar pretended to be lying on the ground and acted rogue, while Data was secretly recovering his strength and lamented.

Madarai Lifengxing took out a long Senbon directly from his ninja bag, and then thrust it directly towards Oscar's butt.

"Ouch!" Oscar jumped up in pain, his strange howl even startling countless birds in the forest.

"Look! You obviously have some energy left! You have to squeeze out all your strength before you can continue to break through the limits!" Madara raised his eyebrows and reprimanded.

"I..." Of course Oscar understood this, but when he felt the pain in his back, he covered his head and collapsed.

"Who, get out of here!" Ban just wanted to continue talking, but when he felt someone touching him, he frowned and fired a hidden weapon.

"Don't do it! Teacher, it's me, it's me!" a familiar voice said in panic.

"Is it you? What are you doing here?" Oscar couldn't help but asked in confusion when he saw Wang Zi'an.

"I would like to ask if this teacher can accept me as his disciple!" Wang Zi'an seemed to be a little afraid of Madara, and quietly moved towards Oscar without leaving any trace, and then asked without confidence.

"Do you want to be my disciple?" Madara pointed at himself and said.

"Yes, yes!" Wang Zi'an agreed, looking at Madara with burning eyes, looking forward to him agreeing.

"Why do you want to worship me as a teacher?"

"To become strong!!"