Douluo Zhibo Madara

"We welcome our Blood-pupiled Shura to the stage," the host shouted enthusiastically.

"What's going on? Didn't Blood Eye Shura just finish the competition?"

"This is also the first time I've heard that people can't rest in the spirit fighting arena."

Madara was still so unruly, as if he didn't take anyone into consideration, and stepped onto the soul fighting stage step by step.

"The one who is fighting our blood-eyed Shura is the long-famous Iron-clawed Demonic Bird." The host said, striking while the iron is hot: "This is another cross-level challenge, and a full nine-level blood-eyed Shura has to create another creation. It’s history once”

Madara curled his lips disdainfully, it was just a challenge, what is there to promote?

Could it be that in a life-and-death fight, just because the opponent's level is higher than yours, you have to kill him at your neck?

Ding

The host looked at the kunai nailed to his microphone and couldn't help but tremble all over.

Madara didn't even look at the host on the ground, and said indifferently: "Noisy."

"Hahahahaha, boy, you are very fond of me." Iron Claw laughed, but the viciousness in his eyes became more intense as he said, "We are really like the same kind of people, we are both carnivores."

"You are the same kind of person, do you think too highly of yourself? You are just a free-roaming chicken." Madara was amused by how ignorant this free-running chicken was.

"Now I announce that the competition has officially begun." The host flapped his wings and flew away from the tense Soul Fighting Stage as if fleeing for his life.

There was no need for him to warm up the scene. Two life-and-death battles in one day were enough to ignite the hormones of everyone present.

"Let's see if you have the qualifications to excite me." The moment Madara's spirit possessed him, the ninja tool in his hand shot out.

Jingle bells

All the ninja tools fell to the ground helplessly after hitting the wings that protected the body with iron claws.

"Boy, those little tricks of yours are of no use to me." Iron Claw, which had completed the possession of the martial spirit, stretched out its hidden head from under the iron wings and taunted.

"Die to me, Jiejie, Jiejie," Iron Claw smiled like an old crow and came running at high speed.

The pupils in Madara's eyes suddenly shrank, and he used all his soul power and chakra in his body to jump to the side as much as possible.

The moment Madara left the place, a huge claw came in an instant and stepped hard on the stone slab.

Suddenly, countless gravel splashed and even fell on the audience stage. The stone slab had already been shattered into pieces, and everyone could feel a slight shock under their feet.

Iron Claw turned around, stared at Madara with a half-smile, and said, "Do you still think I'm a free-range chicken, little brat?"

The ostrich is indeed one of the only flightless birds, but its speed and power of its feet are definitely rare in the world.

Why should I learn to fly just to avoid these bastards who can be kicked to death?

Madara slowly raised his head, his eyes as sharp as a sword swept over Iron Claw.

"I'm here to teach you that carnivores are divided into tigers that eat meat and vultures that eat carrion." Madara despised Iron Claw, as if Iron Claw was just an insignificant fly.

Now, I seem to be able to do a warm-up exercise

There was a hint of blush on Madara's face, and his heart was beating uncontrollably, pumping hot blood throughout his body.

"Stop talking nonsense here." Iron Claw rushed forward ferociously. In the eyes of Ostrich, who was extremely good at running, the huge spirit fighting arena was just beginning to move.

Madara did not hesitate to catch up with the scythe, hoping to compete with Iron Claw.

"You're really looking for death." The iron claw raised its foot and kicked Madara's head hard, extremely cruelly.

This iron claw kick was done with all his strength. If it really hit Madara, it would definitely be a narrow escape.

Madara, who has experienced many battles, will not fall into the hands of a small character easily.

Madara was seen to be calm in the face of danger, holding the uchiwa fan in one hand to resist, and holding the uchiwa fan with a sickle in the other hand.

This

Madara felt a huge force hit the fan, causing his hands to go numb. He squatted on the ground and almost lost his hands with his sickle.

But Madara didn't take a step back. Instead, he held the fan tightly and held on forcefully.

Even if I face Hashirama, I will not take a step back. You are not qualified.

Madara resisted Iron Claw's claws and slowly stood up under Iron Claw's incredible gaze.

"It's just a free-roaming chicken." Madara's eyes glowed red, filled with madness and murderous intent.

"What?" Iron Claw couldn't believe that a little one-ring soul warrior actually had such ability.

opportunity

Madara's heart moved, and he took advantage of Iron Claw's sluggish moment to withdraw his resistance. The sickle supported the stone slab, and his thin body jumped up using the force, and kicked Iron Claw's funny head.

Iron Claw's head was kicked to the side by Madara, and he secretly thought something bad in his heart, so he quickly shrank his head and protected it with his hands that transformed into wings.

time

Although the sharp sickle did not cut off the top of Iron Claw's head, it also made a long wound on his wings.

Iron Claw glanced at the bleeding wounds on his wings, and the severe pain made him shed a cold sweat.

It almost happened that if I hadn't reacted quickly, I would have been dismembered.

At this time, Iron Claw had no intention of playing with Madara at all, and stared at Madara with hatred in his eyes.

"He is indeed a weakling," Madara mocked nonchalantly.

Yes, the look in the eyes of such a weak person is no different from that of the rabble in the ninja world.

"If you are a strong man, come over and kill me. Only trash will hide in the corner and tremble." Madara sneered and said provocatively.

"Go up and kill that Shura"

"Don't be like a shrinking ostrich. Just bury your head in the sand when you're afraid."

"Boy, have you forgotten that I haven't used soul skills yet?" Iron Claw grinned and showed his teeth, looking very ferocious.

"Then use your soul skills to add a little more fun to this battle," Madara said jokingly, pointing his scythe at Iron Claw.

"You will definitely regret it." His iron-clawed eyes were cast on Madara, as if he wanted to carve out a piece of flesh from Madara's body.

Iron Claw's wings crossed in front of him, the first soul ring on his back lit up, and his feathers exploded, looking like a cat with exploded fur from a distance.

"Feathered Arrows in the Sky"

Iron Claw's wings suddenly spread out, and the feathers on the wings turned into sharp arrows, shooting towards Ban Biao like a rain of pear blossoms.

swish swish

The audience on the auditorium screamed, because from their perspective, the iron claw shot out of a wall in an instant.

But can these solve spots? It’s a bit too taken for granted.

The magatama was rotating rapidly in Madara's Sharingan eyes. As he stared, those feathers with the sound of breaking through the air gradually slowed down in Madara's sight.

Just like the beast transformation with the beast spirit belt, the Sharingan also gave him super dynamic vision.

The scythe in Madara's hand has been swung out of the afterimage, and all the feathers that were shot in front of him were chopped into pieces, turning into debris all over the sky.

But there were too many feathers. Madara had to use his fan, and he shot down a large number of flying feathers with a single wave.

"Stop struggling, it's useless," Iron Claw yelled crazily while using his soul skills to continuously create flying arrows all over the sky, seemingly endless.

"Just die here, hahahahaha," Iron Claw said with a ruthless look on his face and a cruel laugh.

Madara's voice came faintly from the pile of feathers, as cold as winter: "Have you seen me use soul skills?"

"Fire Escape. Magnificent Fire Ball"