Douluo Zhibo Madara

"Actually, you don't have to pay Bloody Mary if you participate in the duel! These people are just spectators and they need to pay!" The girl in black gauze came over at this time and said with a headache.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Madara raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at the girl in black gauze and said in a cold tone.

"You went straight in before I finished speaking!" The girl in black gauze rolled her eyes and said slightly complaining, and then tentatively suggested: "How about you watch a game first before making a decision? After all, it's not with your own eyes. You won’t understand such cruelty from what you’ve seen!”

"I never care about how cruel my opponents are? On the contrary, I'm afraid that they are not cruel enough!" Madara smiled lowly and said indifferently, full of pride.

"Okay, it's up to you!" The girl in black gauze didn't bother to pay attention to Madara anymore, she just nodded helplessly and agreed.

"If you regret it now, it's still too late!" The girl in black gauze looked at Madara who was ready to go, and finally asked without giving up.

"I'm sorry! The word regret has never been in my dictionary!" Madara looked at the slowly opening iron door in front of him and walked forward step by step. He suddenly stopped and glanced back at the girl in black gauze, and then turned his head. He entered the killing fields of hell without returning.

As Madara entered the arena, he found that the design here was not much different from the spirit fighting arena outside, except that there were ten more identical iron doors evenly distributed around it, and Madara walked out of one of them. Among the other nine doors There were also people walking out of it one after another.

"The killing contest begins now!" After seeing the players entering the arena one after another, the referee stood on a high platform in the center and smiled cruelly. After making a brief and powerful announcement, he sank directly into the mechanism on the ground and disappeared without a trace.

The moment the referee disappeared, everyone in the factory except Madara was like a wild beast out of the cage and pounced ferociously towards the people around him. Blood spattered everywhere for a moment, and the smell of blood filled the air instantly. Come on.

The people in the stands seemed to be used to such competitions, laughing and blowing whistles with great excitement. They looked like they wanted to get off the field and experience the thrill of killing themselves.

"Is it so intense? It is indeed much more interesting than outside!" Madara looked at the scene of blood and flesh in front of him in surprise, and said to himself with a slightly raised corner of his mouth.

"Die!" One of the extremely fierce soul masters had already killed two people, with a crazy killing intent in his eyes. He turned around and noticed Madara standing there motionless, without saying anything, as if he was going crazy. The fierce tiger came towards the seemingly weak and invincible Madara.

too close!

Even if Madara's eyes were not opened due to the amplification of the Sharingan, she could still see the bloodshot eyes covered with blood on the soul master who was very close to her and the blood on his body that had not yet dried up. She didn't know whether it was someone else, himself, or both. Bloodstains.

"Only the strong are qualified to dance in front of me! It's not your turn to show your teeth and claws in front of me!" Madara sneered as he watched the soul master rush over, and without hesitation raised his kick and kicked him away hard.

"How could it be so fast?" The soul master fell to the ground and rolled around a few times before the huge impact was relieved. He raised his head and looked at Madara in great horror.

When Madara made his move, he didn't react at all. He only felt a flower in front of his eyes being kicked out.

However, the soul master was surprised that Madara was even more surprised than him, because Madara showed no mercy. If he were just a soul master with a third ring or below, he would have been seriously injured. However, although the man in front of him was in a state of embarrassment, he was still alive and well.

"Deal with him first! He's a tough opponent!" Master Huang's eyes flashed with cunning, and he roared suddenly, attracting the attention of everyone still alive on the field.

Just for a moment, the contestants who were still fighting to the death looked at each other, and then stopped the fight without hesitation, and instead moved towards Madara with the same hatred.

They have already reached a tacit understanding, and if they have a serious problem like burning spots, they will continue to decide the winner, otherwise no one will survive.

This is their experience gained from struggling between life and death. Only by killing the strongest at the beginning can they have a chance of survival. If the weak kill each other first and consume their strength, they will definitely not be able to escape the hunt of the strongest in the end. .

What a surprise!Your sense of smell is so keen!

Madara's eyes narrowed slightly, and for the first time he felt that this was a decent battle. Maybe their power was extremely weak, but the fighting will that burst out for survival was impressive!

The body of the first person to rush up was haggard. Even with his naked upper body, you could easily see the outline of his ribs under the skin, but his eyes were shining with a fierce light. His speed was far ahead of the others, and he was howling and moving. The two scimitars inside were like two white lightnings, and they slashed hard towards Madara's throat in an instant.

Madara leaned back slightly, allowing the fatal blow to miss his throat by a hair. At the same time, a silver-white stream of light burst out from his hand and accurately shot into the man's heart.

At this time, the inertia of this person's body has not completely disappeared. After passing by Madara, his body is still flying forward at a very fast speed, then the speed becomes slower and slower, and finally he falls to the ground weakly and rolls around for a few times, and then loses his life.

Such clean killings did not deter these mad dogs who had completely fallen into madness. Instead, they made their murderous intentions even more determined. One after another, they attempted to kill Madara completely.

The killers came one after another from behind, each with a fierce look in their eyes and brandishing their favorite weapons, and every blow went straight to the vital point.

Madara's kunai pierced the heart of a strong man covered with tattoos, and blood spurted out like a fountain. But even though the light in his eyes had dimmed to the point of disappearing, he still waved the kunai in his hand extremely fiercely. The ax struck Madara's head recklessly.

This is the horror of the killing city. Even if you die, you will drag the enemy who took your life with you!

Madara's hand had already cut off the entire arm that was slashed with the sword as soon as it fell, and the writing spewed out like a spring in an instant.

His arm fell heavily to the ground, but he still held tightly the ax that could kill people!

Before Madara could take a breath, a huge bear claw actually penetrated the chest of the corpse in front of him. It was extremely cruel and bloody, but it was also even more difficult to guard against.

Even if Madara retreated, the bear's claws still made two deep wounds on his chest, but the bone-chilling pain made Madara's wild heart completely agitated.

Even when fighting the Titled Douluo Shi outside, the injured Madara actually shed blood here in the first battle!

On the one hand, it's because Madara can't use soul skills and Susanoo, but more importantly, it's because the people here have no humanity and will do whatever they can.At least no one in the Spirit Hall, from the titled Douluo to the ordinary soul master, could directly and cruelly tear apart the corpses of his companions just for that fleeting opportunity.

"This is the real battle!" Madara almost groaned as he felt the burning blood in his body, especially when it boiled to the limit at the moment of injury.

"Boy! In order for me to live, I have to ask you to die!" The person who hurt Madara was none other than the soul master who just called for everyone to swarm him and said in a solemn tone.

This soul master is clearly a bear-like spirit. It is no wonder that he has no weapons at all when he enters the field. With his rough skin and thick flesh, he has an advantage in surviving here compared to other fragile soul masters.

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