Douluo Zhibo Madara

Madara looked at the cheering crowd indifferently and suddenly felt bored.

Is this kind of cheering meaningful? I haven't even finished the warm-up exercise.

Madara shook the scythe lightly in his hand, shook off the blood drops on it, and then walked out of the soul-fighting stage without looking back, leaving everyone with a handsome back.

What Madara didn't see was that the manager who had just allowed him to play was staring at Madara's back with excitement in his eyes.

Fighting Spirit Field, Registration Desk

"Settlement," Madara said, slapping the medal on the counter.

The person working at the front desk was the waiter who had just received Madara, and his expression looked like he had seen a ghost.

It was not long before the waiter received Madara and went to the restroom. When he came back, he saw Madara already standing here.

He had already heard on the way to the Soul Fighting Arena that his opponent was the long-famous Yanya Demon Pig.So in his opinion, it was basically impossible for Madara to come back alive.

Seeing Madara at this time was like seeing a ghost alive.

"Okay, okay" the waiter nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and quickly started to pay Madara.

"Master Soul Master, these are the golden soul coins and your Soul Fighting Medal that you deserve. Please take them." The waiter respectfully presented a small bag of gold soul coins and the Soul Fighting Medal with both hands.

"Master Soul Master, please wait a moment," the manager shouted while running.

"It's you, what's the matter?" Madara looked at him indifferently. This is not a fuel-efficient lamp. If Madara was weak, he would even be tricked to death by him, so naturally he would not have a good impression of him.

The manager took a breath, and then with a charming smile, he said to Madara: "Hello, Master Soul Master, my name is Jerry, and I am one of the leaders of the Geno Cheng Great Soul Fighting Arena."

"If you have something to say, tell me quickly," Ban said impatiently.

"That's me. I want to cooperate with you. I don't know if you want to be able to win easily every time." The smile on Jerry's face froze because he saw that Madara ignored him at all and went straight towards Dou. Walk outside the soul field.

"Not interested," Madara said, waving back to him.

"I'm not going to think about it. If this happens, I will come to the Soul Fighting Arena in the future." Jerry deliberately lengthened his tone towards Madara's back.

Madara stopped. Is he threatening me, Uchiha Madara?

interesting

Madara put the scythe in his hand on Jerry's shoulder and said playfully: "Are you threatening me?"

fast, too fast

In the blink of an eye, Madara seemed to teleport and stood in front of Jerry, leaving Jerry without even time to react.

"No, no, no, my friend, you misunderstood what I meant." Jerry was so frightened that he didn't dare to move and quickly explained. He knew how powerful the sickle in Madara's hand was.

Even rocks can be chopped into pieces in an instant, but Jerry doesn't think his small body can withstand a knife.

Jerry is one of the people in charge of this spirit fighting arena. He thought he would be able to deal with Madara with certainty, but he didn't expect to encounter a madman who would draw a sword at the slightest disagreement.

He never expected that someone would dare to risk the disapproval of the world and take action in this spirit fighting arena.

Being able to be the person in charge of this spirit fighting arena is certainly not an easy role. Jerry quickly calmed down and said, "I am cooperating with you just to let you win and earn some gold spirit coins by the way."

"Oh" Madara was indeed a little interested.

Seeing that Madara was a little moved, Jerry also took the opportunity to reveal his plan: "I can arrange your opponent for the next competition so that you can win, and we can also hold up the brand of Blood Eye Shura."

Madara somewhat understood that the Geno Spirit Fighting Arena needed a signboard, which was similar to a star in the ninja world, such as Fenghua Koyuki.

Madara suddenly felt that if it was just such cooperation, it would be very good, so he put down the sickle from his shoulder.

call

Jerry's tense body relaxed slightly, and he knew that Madara must have agreed.

Jerry quickly got into the mood and suggested to Madara on the side: "Next time in the competition, I will arrange for you an opponent below level 25 so that it will be easier for you to win."

"No, I will only fight those who are stronger than me." Madara licked his dry lips, thinking that there would be so many powerful enemies fighting against him in the future, and he could hardly contain his fighting spirit.

Waste and the weak have no value in being crushed.

"However, I have one more request," Xiu Youyou said.

Jerry was a little surprised that Madara made another request, but he still said politely: "Please tell me."

"I think every game is a life-and-death fight." Madara smiled maniacally, revealing his infinite murderous intent.

To achieve a breakthrough in Sharingan, you must squeeze out every ounce of your potential between life and death, so that you can survive until death.

That guy just now couldn't even use my soul skills, let alone use Madara's full strength.

"Are you sure about every game?" Jerry couldn't believe his ears.In his opinion, Madara was looking for death.

"Isn't this what you wanted?"

"Okay, when do you plan to start?" Jerry asked after agreeing.

"It's now"

"Are you sure you don't need a break?" Jerry said as he chased after Madara.

Jerry really wanted to use Madara to increase the popularity of Geno's Fighting Spirit Arena, but he didn't want him to fall on the stage because he underestimated the enemy.Don't get me wrong, it's just because it would make him lose money.

"I'm not the trash from before," Madara said disdainfully as he walked.

Seeing that Madara was determined, Jerry had no choice but to say: "It's really impossible for you to make arrangements for him."

"Manager, there is a life-and-death fight right now," the waiter said awkwardly, as if something was wrong.

"Oh who is it?" Madara asked curiously.

"It's me" shouted from behind the three of them. Madara turned around and found a big man walking towards him.

Compared with his strong body, his head is unexpectedly small, and his legs are thick and powerful, accounting for more than half of his height.It looks surprisingly funny.

"Yan Ya has been my good brother since childhood. Now if you kill him, you will have to fight with me on the soul fighting stage." The man said through gritted teeth, full of hatred for Madara.

"Iron Claw Demon Bird, Level 28 Great Attack Spirit Master, Martial Spirit Ostrich," Jerry reminded Banner in a low voice from behind.

When Ban heard Jerry's reminder, instead of being worried, he felt excited and challenged Iron Claw: "Trash has no value. If you are capable, come and kill me. I accept your challenge."

"Very well, I'll be waiting for you on the soul fighting stage." Iron Claw smiled ferociously. He didn't think he would lose to a one-ring soul warrior.

What Ironclaw didn't know was that the dead Yanya thought the same way.

After Iron Claw left, Jerry said impatiently: "Are you crazy? You are approaching level [-] and you think you can win?"

Ban glanced at him coldly and arrogantly, and said slowly: "I'm just worried that he's not strong enough."