Douluo Zhibo Madara

After the battle, the members of the Soul Hunting Group cleaned the battlefield and rescued the wounded as usual, but every time they looked up at Madara, there was a hint of awe in their eyes.

Whether in the ninja world or in this world, the strong will always be respected.

"Your strength impresses me." Li Jia stopped what he was doing and walked over, giving a thumbs up to Madara without hesitation.

"It's just cooking a little gadget." Madara himself didn't feel happy about it. It was just a small scene. He didn't know how many battles he had gone through.

"But do you know Ye Lingling?" Li Jia changed the topic and asked.

"She" Madara is a little confused and doesn't understand what Li Jia is up to.

"That's right, it's the Nine-Hearted Begonia Martial Spirit." Li Jia explained to him very carefully: "One of the third sects famous in the mainland."

“great”

"Not only is she powerful, but she is also famous on the mainland." Li Jia nodded, looking at her team members who came to express their gratitude to her, and said.

"So what?" Madara still didn't change his opinion and still said with some disdain.

If it’s not your own strength, everything else will be vain.

There are so many medical ninjas in the ninja world, but the only one who is really famous is Tsunade Hime. The reason is that she can fight, right?

"With strong support, he will only be a foil after all," Madara said in his heart.

"You seem to look down on us auxiliary soul masters." Ye Lingling came over and leaned against a tree on the side. Although his delicate face was expressionless, his tone still betrayed her.

"Whatever you think." Although Madara could tell, the little girl in front of him was very unhappy.

"You" Ye Lingling felt that she had lost her composure and could no longer maintain her cold appearance. This was the first time she had seen such an indifferent person.

"Don't compare me with those weaklings." Madara's arrogant voice came back from a distance, still so arrogant.

Everyone was silent on the road that followed, and finally helped Ye Lingling obtain her soul ring without any danger.

"I have a hunch that we will meet one day," Ye Lingling said meaningfully to Ban before leaving.

Madara naturally sneered. He only believed in his own hunch, the hunch he saw from tens of thousands of ninjas on the battlefield.

But this is just a small episode in Madara's journey.

In the following days, Madara charged forward in every battle, and his natural strength also improved by leaps and bounds.

Several years passed by in such a hurry, like a fleeting moment, leaving no trace.

Geno Cheng, Geno Great Soul Fighting Arena.

A young man with long black hair like a hedgehog. The young man was wearing a red armor. He exuded an aura that kept strangers away. His face was no longer green and full of pride and domineering. It just stopped there. door.

Behind the young man, there was also a brightly colored and fiery red fox, waving back and forth and attracting many people's attention.

This young man was none other than Madara, who had returned after years of training in the Soul Hunting Plate. Madara still vaguely remembered the promise he had made with a supervisor named Jerry.

Madara, he will definitely know this fighting spirit field

Madara's originally short and thin figure had grown taller, and he looked domineering with his arms folded, allowing the red armor that didn't fit him to finally stand up.

After several years of hard work, Madara has not improved. At least his strength has been promoted to the third ring soul master and he has obtained his third soul skill.

As expected, Madara's third soul skill is a copy or copy of the famous ability of the Blood Ring Eye.

Madara's third soul skill was obtained from Ichi, a soul beast that could imitate other soul beasts. It took him a lot of effort to obtain this soul skill.

Madara can completely copy the opponent's soul skills and use them.

However, this soul skill can only change with Madara's cultivation level. Currently, Madara can only copy soul skills of level three and below, and there is still nothing that can be done about the above.

But this is already powerful enough. As Madara's cultivation slowly increases, the environment that can be copied becomes more and more advanced.

"Finally back." Madara raised his head nostalgically and glanced at the signboard of the fighting spirit arena, then raised his feet and strode in.

"Come in." As soon as Madara came to the door, he heard Jerry's angry call from inside.

"It seems that you are doing well," Ban Hewei said in surprise as he looked at Jerry, who was well-dressed and even a little fat.

"Who are you?" Jerry pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and asked hesitantly as he couldn't recognize the person.

"A few years ago, that Blood-Eyed Shura" Madara took out his Soul Fighting Medal and threw it casually on Jerry's table.

"It's you, you actually came back alive." Jerry suddenly remembered that Shura at that time. After all, it was so easy to defeat the second ring and the third ring. They had not seen many such ferocious people in the spirit fighting field.

To this day, the reputation of that Shura a few years ago is still spread in the spirit fighting arena, and it has almost evolved into a spirit fighting legend.

People still remember the sickle and the fan that fooled me, and the bloody eyes that ruthlessly harvested life.

In the past few years, some people said that the blood-eyed Shura was dead, while others said that he was still alive and that he should return today.

"Do you remember our promise?" Madara said straight to the point,

As Madara spoke, he quietly possessed his martial soul, revealing the third soul ring that shone with purple light.

"You have already reached the Third Ring Soul Master." Jerry jumped up from his seat in shock and exclaimed, "How many years has it been?"

Jerry no longer knew what words to use to describe his shock. The little guy in front of him seemed not to be over 13 years old, but he was already a three-ringed soul master.

This has already broken Douluo Continent's record.

Madara leaned forward slightly, supported the table with both hands, and stared at Jerry with sharp eyes: "Don't compare me with ordinary people."

Jerry was momentarily captured by Madara's aura and did not dare to move at all, as if an animal had encountered its own natural enemy.

This is the suppression of the weak by the strong

Madara didn't look at the motionless Jerry anymore and turned around. You walked towards the floor-to-ceiling window of Jerry's office without even a step, holding your arms and looking down indifferently at the people coming and going below.

So, let this name that has been silent for many years resound again.

Jerry was clearly his own territory, but in fact he was completely suppressed by Madara. He could only stand aside in awe, looking at the man in front of him who seemed to be able to hold up the sky.

Ban will definitely write his own rich and colorful chapter in the history of Douluo Continent.