Douluo Zhibo Madara

"Pig, you shouldn't be chopped into pieces so easily, right?" Madara stepped on the ground fiercely, as if he had transformed into a swift cheetah.

"I, you bastard, tell Yanya to prepare to die." When the Yanzhu spirit master heard that Madara dared to call him Zhuang, he immediately rushed forward in anger.

This

Madara raised his fan and lightly blocked Iwaga's punch. The blood that had been boiling slightly due to the battle cooled down again.

"Is this all you can do? I'm so disappointed." Madara's voice was slightly deep under the iron mask, but he couldn't hide his deep disappointment.

I thought that the soul masters fighting in the soul fighting arena were powerful, but I thought that the gap between the soul rings was very different.

This sense of challenge made Madara feel a little happy. He hadn't encountered a challenge in a long time.

But the reality is so disappointing to Madara

"How did you survive at this level?" Madara asked sternly. The movements of his other hand were not slow at all, and there was a whining sound when the sickle slashed.

Too fast, can't escape

"Thick Rock Heavy Armor" Yanya roared under the threat of death, and the first soul ring behind him lit up, and a brown-yellow light flowed through his body, as if he was wearing a thick layer of armor.

This is his first soul skill, which can form a pair of rock armor on his body and increase his defense by 20.00%.

The rock pig is already rough-skinned and thick-bodied, and with the addition of rock armor and increased soul skills, its defense power is even higher. This is what he relies on to survive against countless enemies.

"No one can break through my defense." Yanya grinned ferociously, not believing that a mere one-ring soul warrior Madara could do it.

When click

Yanya's smile froze on his face. He saw that the rock armor he had been hit by the sickle was covered with spider web-like cracks, and then it peeled off and shattered layer by layer.

"How is this possible?" Yan Ya said in shock.

Madara even felt that it was a shame for him to fight against such a waste, so he said disdainfully: "Nothing is impossible in this world."

All this happened in a flash of lightning. The crowd in the audience only saw that Yanya's attack was blocked, and then Madara counterattacked, and Yanya's soul skill was instantly defeated.

"Can you do it, Rocktooth Demon Pig?"

"Quickly finish him off, I still want to win a few more gold soul coins."

Yan Ya could no longer care about the jeers of the customers at this time, and cold sweat flowed down his cheeks to his chin, and then dripped.

Just one blow will break your own rock armor. If it hits you,

Yanya swallowed, he no longer dared to think about it any more.

Iwaya didn't dare to say anything, but Madara was made a little impatient by the harsh shouts.

"Shut up!" Madara turned to the audience and shouted, the murderous aura in his body radiating out unabashedly, like a ferocious beast that chooses people to devour.

For a moment, everyone felt like a duck being pinched by the neck, feeling the pressure from natural enemies, and the quiet sound of pindrops could be heard all around.

It was obviously just one person, but he suppressed the momentum of a group of people.It's like a lion encountering a group of sheep. They feel the oppression from the creatures at the top of the food chain.

While Madara was teaching everyone a lesson, Iwaya also took advantage of the opportunity to desperately stay away from Madara, wanting to stay as far away as possible.

What Iwaga didn't know was that it would be easy for Madara to kill him, and letting him run away was just to add a little more fun to a battle that was already destined to end.

"Hahaha, stab me with the death soil." Yanya, who was already hiding at the other end of the soul fighting platform, laughed wildly, and the second soul ring behind him lit up.

Yanya clenched his fist with five fingers, half-knelt on the ground, as if he was about to surrender, and then punched the ground hard.

Iwaya's punch seemed to hit the surface of the water, instantly causing ripples and turning into countless earth waves that rushed toward Madara, trying to submerge him.

Is this the last resort? Or is it so weak that I can't even get the slightest interest from it?

Madara was still calm and composed, these earth waves seemed a bit insignificant compared to the earth-bending ninja's earth-shattering ninjutsu in the Ninja World War.

Madara tapped the ground with his toes and jumped up, chakra distributed on the soles of his feet. He stood on the side of the soul fighting platform, avoiding the waves of earth, and accelerated towards Iwaya.

If Ban was said to be a swift cheetah just now, then at this moment he transformed into an extremely clear civet cat.

Iwaga who attacked Madara would never have thought that someone could actually stand on the wall.

"Your dancing skills are really poor," Ban said with a sneer, looking at Yanya as if he were looking at a dead person.

"You're not dead?" Yanya shouted with a look of horror. He had already put on a suit of rock armor again, but this did not bring him the slightest sense of security.

Iwaya only felt a flash before his eyes, and Madara's figure appeared in front of him.

Appearing together with Madara was a sickle with a cold light, cutting straight towards Iwaya's head.

Yanya was so frightened that he hurriedly raised his arms to cover his head.

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"Ah ah ah" As an arm flew up, Yanya's screams echoed throughout the spirit fighting arena.

"How can a first-ring soul warrior be so strong?"

Madara's weapon is made entirely of iron essence, so it is easy to kill Iwaya.

Madara will not be merciful because of this.

The sickle swung out for the second time, threatening to cut off Yanya's head.

Yanya tried his best and tilted his head slightly, but still couldn't dodge the sickle, and one of his ears was cut off at the root.

Escape, escape, must escape

Iwaya was completely frightened by Madara. He had never encountered such a ferocious enemy.

Iwaya crawled out of Madara's attack range in a pissed off manner, holding his broken arm and staggering away towards the entrance of the Soul Fighting Platform.

"Open the door and let me out"

It's a pity that in the soul fighting stage of life and death, the door will not open until one person dies.

"Don't come here, you're a devil," Iwaya said desperately, looking at Madara who was slowly walking towards him step by step.

Already when Madara cut off Iwaga's arm, he had already collapsed.He saw no hope of winning, not even one.

In the past, Yanya relied on his level and soul skills to kill and maim many newcomers who had just arrived. He never suffered a serious injury, let alone had his arm chopped off.

Evil people have their own evil deeds. This time, he fell into Madara's hands.

"Your will is really fragile," Madara said, shaking his head.

To be precise, anyone's will is fragile compared to Madara who dares to challenge the entire world alone.

Madara came to the Soul Fighting Arena in search of surprises, but what he found here was nothing but disappointment.

Day after day of training made Madara's physique even surpass that of many second-level great soul masters.Those great soul masters who only knew how to practice soul skills and passively enhance their physical fitness and combat skills were left far behind by Madara.

Hard work pays off, and Madara's efforts day after day finally bear fruit.

"Go to hell" A dagger made of rock stabbed Madara, and was then shot down by Madara's fan.

Being distracted during battle is seeking death, so Madara will never be distracted in a fighting state.

"Please spare my life." Seeing that the sneak attack failed, Iwaya knelt on the ground and begged Madara for mercy.

"You are worse than gravel." Madara chopped it off mercilessly, and Iwaya's head flew high into the sky with a look of death.

At least those gravels in the ninja world will not kneel down and beg for mercy.

The audience was eerily quiet, everyone was shocked by Madara's performance.

Simply and swiftly, the situation is irresistible.

The first sword broke through the rock armor, the second sword broke off the arm, and the third sword

"Blood-eyed Shura" didn't know who was the first to call out Madara's title.

"Blood-eyed Shura Blood-eyed Shura" The entire soul fighting arena was boiling with excitement. Everyone was cheering for Madara. I, the blood-eyed Shura, was cheering.

The excited atmosphere even infected the host, who couldn't help but yelled: "The winner of this game is Blood Eye Shura, let us cheer for Shura"

"Blood Eyed Shura" countless voices converged into a title that resounded throughout the world.

Blood-eyed Shura became famous here