Douluo Zhibo Madara

There is still such a noisy and lively atmosphere, with countless people shouting enthusiastically and blushing. Madness and enthusiasm are the main colors here.This is a paradise for the strong and a hell for the weak - the soul fighting field.

Madara stood on the soul-fighting platform again, as if he had not stepped on it for several years.

And today, King Madara returns to let everyone know who is the boss here.

He is still a soul master host with flying martial arts, but the original middle-aged man has been replaced by a beautiful little beauty.

"Today, the blood-eyed Shura who has disappeared from our fighting spirit arena for several years is about to return." The little girl's voice echoed in the vast and vast spirit fighting arena.

"Xuetong Shura is actually still alive." Some viewers obviously couldn't believe it and shouted in surprise.

“Hahaha, the ticket is worth it this time.”

The audience in the stands had mixed feelings. Some people found it unbelievable, while others sneered at Ban's return.

But these will not affect Madara's performance. Of course, the first step back must be solid.

Still wearing the same bloody armor, still wearing the same pair of blood-red eyes, the short comrade back then has now grown into a proud and arrogant young man.

"Now, let's start the first battle of Blood-Eyed Shura." As soon as the little girl finished announcing, she flapped her wings and flew out to clear the battle field for them.

"Boy, it doesn't matter who you are," a soul master who had obviously never heard of Madara's reputation, or who had heard of it but didn't care, rushed up and shouted.

"Isn't it good to be alive?" Madara turned a deaf ear to his barking, but asked the words in his heart.

Isn’t it good to live? Why do some people insist on dying?

I came here to fight the strong ones in the Soul Fighting Arena, not to clean up the garbage in the Soul Fighting Arena.

"Young man, let me die!" The unknown soul master yelled wildly, and rushed towards Madara at the head of the pack, with an invincible aura that no one else could compare with.

The unknown soul master was not weak in strength and speed, and his running even caused airflow.

But these were obviously not enough. Madara slowly raised his arm, and then made a fist. At the moment when the unknown soul master rushed over and was about to take action, his fist was instantly blasted out like a rocket.

The nameless soul master flew back faster than he had run over, as if a piece of paper folded in half spanned the entire soul fighting field, and then hit the stone wall heavily.

simple, violent

Madara didn't use any soul skills because he wasn't worth using this kind of rubbish. Only when he faced someone who could truly be called an enemy would he go all out.

"Continue." Madara flicked the dust off his body and said calmly to the host girl: "Next one."

Although Madara's tone was calm, it still revealed a strong unquestionable tone.

"Blood-eyed Shura, Blood-eyed Shura" the audience Xu Sheng's fanatical chants gradually merged into one sentence.

Just like here back then, the Banchuikulashi family had defeated several soul masters.

It's a pity that I had to hunt for soul rings at that time and didn't have time to continue hunting.

But today, Madara's pair of bloody eyes will definitely look down on the entire soul fighting arena, leaving an unforgettable nightmare for all the soul masters participating in the competition.

One, two, three soul fighting masters one after another stepped onto the life and death soul fighting stage unconvinced.

But no one can survive Madara until he leaves.

The news that "Blood Eyed Shura has won seven consecutive victories at the Zeno Metropolis Arena" spread throughout the city, bringing an impact like a tsunami.

Everyone's eyes in the entire city were attracted to Shura in the spirit fighting arena.Jerry's role as Madara's partner made him smile and make a lot of money.

"He is a demon" every soul master who has fought Madara in the arena and survived will say this in horror.

As for the Life and Death Soul Fighting Platform, I'm sorry that no one can survive in his hands now.

Even now, almost no one dares to participate in a life-and-death fight. Those desperadoes who licked blood from their swords have been almost killed by Madara.

Otherwise, Madara wouldn't be able to participate in ordinary competitions at the lowest level.

"You really surprised me," Jerry said with emotion as he sat upright on the chair, leaning back slightly.

"If you have something to say, please tell me." Madara was still so unsatisfactory, even violent.

"We are both old friends after all." Jerry couldn't do anything about Jerry like this. He sighed helplessly, shook his head and said, "I want to resign from the Soul Fighting Arena."

Madara's originally indifferent expression finally relaxed slightly, and the sparkle in his eyes kept flashing.

There is no value here anymore. I have beaten everything that can be fought.

"It seems that my journey of challenge is about to officially begin." Madara did not hide the excitement in his eyes and his voice was very excited.

Madara no longer wants to stay here, there is no one who can fight him

So here comes the question, what should Madara do if he wants to become stronger so quickly? Of course, he would get tattoos on other things, in short, he would go to the gym.

This city is too small. If it were the soul fighting arena of the entire empire or the Douluo Continent, it would barely be enough for Ban to deal with it alone.

A few days later, Madara slowly walked out of the Geno Spirit Fighting Arena, followed by Jerry, who looked very reluctant to leave.

As the saying goes, if you put in the effort, you will get something. Jerry bet all his money on Madara, betting that Madara could fight in all the spirit fighting arenas and escape unscathed.

In this way, by relying on Madara's reputation, Jerry herself will receive considerable benefits. This is the important reason why she became Madara's agent.

"You will come back again." Madara did not look back at this small place, and said with great pride as he walked: "Wait until I fight all the fighting spirit arenas in the country."

Half a month later, Madara stood in a spirit fighting arena in another city. The enemy in front of him was already lying in a pool of blood.

"Congratulations to Blood Eye Shura for winning 20 consecutive victories in this fighting spirit arena"

A month later, Madara crossed his arms and looked at the opposite side with interest. Dozens of soul masters were tensing up and waiting in formation.

"It's too troublesome to come one by one." Madara looked extremely relaxed, without any fighting attitude. He stretched out his hand, hooked his fingers, and said provocatively: "So you can come together."

As soon as Madara finished speaking, several soul masters roared and pounced on Ban together like a herd of wind cows. The brutal fight even made the host close his eyes in fear.

In less than three months, Madara had defeated more than a dozen spirit fighting arenas in his lifetime, and his rank in the spirit fighting medal was rising like a rocket.

Bronze Fighting Soul, Silver Fighting Soul, and Gold Fighting Soul Spot stepped forward step by step without any hindrance, even shocking half of the empire.

Everyone in the Imperial Capital is talking about the recent emergence of a Soul Fighting King in the country.

Yes, the second-ring cultivation level can kill the third-ring soul sect, and the third-ring cultivation level can kill the fourth-ring soul sect without losing a battle or drawing a tie.

Looking at the mainland, no one can even hold back its edge.

Enough to be called the king of the soul fighting field

And Madara, who was called the Soul Fighting King by the people in the entire empire, was on his way to Soto City.

Just because there is the relatively famous Sotuo Grand Fighting Arena there, and also because Madara learned from the reply from Notting Junior College that he could still sleep there and meet his long-lost brother Tang San.