Douluo Zhibo Madara

"I'm really looking forward to your next dance." Madara suddenly wanted to save his life. After all, there were too few people who could truly please him, and there wasn't even one in the entire soul fighting field.

After Dai Mubai passed out, relevant staff immediately brought a stretcher and moved Danmakubai down.Only Madara was left on the stage, enjoying the cheers and admiration of everyone.

"The undefeated Shura of blood is amazing, really amazing," many people shouted enthusiastically.

"That's great. If you win, I'll tell you. If you press him, you will definitely win." Some gamblers were so excited that they almost jumped up.

But these will not have the slightest impact on Madara. As Madara raised his head and scanned the entire audience, he felt slightly uninterested.

Is there no real strong person in this world? There are just these little bugs

"There is no one who can fight."

Madara turned around and walked away, leaving everyone with a chic back, looking extremely mysterious and domineering.

Little kitten, I hope that next time you challenge me, you won’t be as fragile as you are now.

"Brother, is that you?" Tang San asked secretly from the stand, looking at the departing figure.

"This feeling." Madara seemed to be aware of it, and at the same time he turned his head and looked at the audience stand where Tang San was.

"Is that you, mistress?" Madara looked at the faint blue in the stands, and his originally dull mood suddenly became happy.

"Long time no see, brother"

"Long time no see, mistress"

"Hurry up, let's go rescue Boss Dai quickly." Xiao Wu took the lead and ran towards the rest area, followed closely by Oscar and others.

"Boss Dai, please wake up quickly." Oscar helped Dai Mubai, who was lying on the stretcher, and shook him violently, trying to wake Dai Mubai up.

"Boss Dai, don't scare me," Ma Hongjun, a fat little man, also said with tears in his eyes.

Zhu Zhuqing went out to the side. He no longer looked strong and cold on the outside. Jianshui Qiu's eyes were filled with tears and he stood there without saying a word.

"Zhuqing, don't worry, everything will be fine." Although Ning Rongrong said that her relationship with Dai Mubai was not very good, she and Zhu Zhuqing were still good sisters, so she held her hand and consoled her.

"Oscar is still alive, feed him your sausage." Flanders rushed over, tested Dai Mubai's vital signs, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

Although Oscar's soul sausage has no therapeutic effect, it can at least restore some soul power to Dai Mubai. Currently, he can only act as a doctor.

"Where's Tang San?" Seeing Dai Mubai's condition stabilized, Dean Fred realized at this time that he seemed to have overlooked someone.

"Dean, I'm here." When Cao Cao arrived, Tang San said while walking from a distance.

"Third brother, where are you going?" Before Xiao Wu could finish her words, she saw the blood-red figure behind Tang San and opened her eyes wide, as if she saw something terrifying and couldn't believe it.

"That's the blood-eyed Shura just now." Oscar turned his head, his hands covering his mouth in surprise, looking extremely sissy.

"How dare you come here?" Ma Hongjun and Dai Mubai had spent the longest time together and had the strongest relationship. Seeing his boss in such a state, Ma Hongjun was so angry that he wanted to rush to argue with Ban.

"Calm down, Fatty, you can't beat him." Oscar quickly grabbed Ma Hongjun to prevent him from doing something irrational.

"Do you dare to attack me?" Madara looked dismissively, not taking them seriously at all.

"You" Ma Hongjun was so angry that he was about to pull away and drive like Ban Gan.

"Ma Hongjun, calm down," Dean Flanders frowned and shouted coldly as he looked about to take her away.

Ma Hongjun's martial spirit itself has flaws. If his mood fluctuates too much, the evil fire will accumulate abnormally fast.

"Tang San, what's going on?" Flanders asked with a cold face and an unhappy tone.

"I just found out that this blood-eyed Shura is my brother, Madara." Tang San lowered his eyes, not daring to look at the crowd, and shifted his gaze to Dai Mubai on the ground.

"What?" Everyone was a little surprised. They didn't expect such a coincidence to exist in the world.

The atmosphere was a little strange for a moment, and no one knew what to say.

"But it was your brother who beat Dai Mubai like this." Zhu Zhuqing stood up at this time, broke the deadlock, and said what everyone wanted to say.

"I will give you an explanation." Tang Shan stood in front of Madara resolutely, his tone firm and could not tolerate any rejection.

Everyone in Shrek could see that Tang San was determined to protect Madara.

"Isn't it a joke to give them an explanation?" Madara pressed down Tang San's arm in front of him and walked further forward, as if he was provoking.

"Standing on the soul-fighting stage, everything depends on strength. The strong will live and the weak will die." Madara looked at everyone with a hint of contempt and ridicule in his eyes, and said nonchalantly: "I don't want his fate to be calculated."

If you don't even have this awareness, why are you going to the spirit fighting arena? You might as well go home and play house.

"Am I right?" Madara took a step forward and stared at everyone intently.

"You" Ma Hongjun was blazing with flames as he verified, pointing at Madara with one hand, and was so angry that he couldn't speak.

"Why don't you have the guts? Then come on together," Madara said as if he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to fight, so that the world would not be in chaos.

A dark hand grabbed the corner of Ma Hongjun's clothes, and Dai Mubai's weak voice came: "The fat man is right, he is just not as good as others."

"Boss Dai, you're awake!" Tang San hurriedly ran over, held Dai Mubai's hand tightly, and secretly transmitted the power of Xuantian Gong to him, saying with great surprise.

"You're pretty good at taking a beating. You haven't lost the reputation of the White Tiger Martial Spirit." Madara was a little surprised. He was able to wake up so quickly after suffering such a serious injury. It seems that his physique is really good.

As soon as Madara finished speaking, the eyes of everyone in Shrek were fixed on him.

Madara ignored these glances.He had seen more cruel looks than this. Back then, everyone in the Ninja Alliance looked at him like this. It was just a small scene.

Besides, only the weak will hurt others with their eyes. If it were Madara, he would definitely go up and chop with the sickle without saying a word.

"What's your name, Uchiha Madara? One day I will find him back." Dai Mubai tried to sit up struggling, but failed despite all his efforts, so he said decisively.

"Forget it, take Mubai back to the academy first." Flanders saw that this was not an option and said to everyone.

"Forget it, just come with me." Fred looked at Madara who didn't care and could only sigh.