Douluo Zhibo Madara

"Even your academy doesn't look that good." Madara stood at the door of Shrek Academy, looking at this place that looked more like a small village than an academy, and said with a little disgust.

Shrek Academy looked shabby, without any appearance of a college, and there wasn't even a decent teaching place. It looked extremely shabby.

"This is so embarrassing," Xiao Wu said, holding her forehead and having a certain understanding of Dean Flender's stinginess.

"Ahem, let's go in first. The wounded are important." Even Flanders, a profiteer, felt a little embarrassed when he saw that his college was despised by outsiders.

Madara stepped in quickly and said without any worries: "Then I want to see what you are doing."

What Madara didn't expect was that the reason why this college is so shabby is not because of the dean's fame, but because of lack of money.

As soon as everyone entered the academy, a middle-aged man in his 40s or [-]s who was as strong as a bear walked towards them. When he saw the scarred Dai Mubai, he was immediately stunned. When he reacted, he said angrily and anxiously: "Dai Mubai." Mubai, what’s going on?”

"It's just Teacher Zhao who was injured a little during the Great Soul Fighting Arena. It's okay." Dai Mubai reluctantly raised his head and smiled weakly.

"It's called being injured, but it's okay." The burly man patted Dai Mubai's shoulder angrily, causing Dai Mubai to cough violently.

"Okay, Old Zhao, don't be too sluggish. Let Mubai go in and rest." Flanders said slowly, as if glaring at Zhao Wuji fiercely.

Everyone quickly helped Dai Mubai into the room. Under the treatment of a teacher, Dai Mubai finally fell into a drowsy sleep.

Only then did everyone at Shrek tell Zhao Wuji and other mentors exactly what happened.

This made Zhao Wuji and the others look at Madara more and more unkindly, as if they wanted to eat him alive.

"What a good boy, how dare you come to our Shrek?" Zhao Wuji squeezed his knuckles hard and made a snapping sound, squeezing these words out from between his teeth.

"Oh, why should I run?" Instead, Ban took a step forward, looking at Zhao Wuji as the Soul Saint without any sign of weakness, which made him look even more arrogant.

"Do you think that with Tang San protecting you, we really don't dare to touch you?" Zhao Wuji laughed, showing his neat white teeth.

"Teacher Zhao, I will take full responsibility for my brother's affairs." Tang San still defended his brother, taking a step forward to stand between Ban and Zhao Wuji.

"Are you going to fight?" Madara licked the corners of his dry mouth and pushed Tang San aside, his eyes burning with fighting intent.

"This is the best way to do some activities with you." Zhao Wuji walked towards the door. When he reached the door, he turned around and raised his chin, signaling for Ban to follow.

"Brother, you're impulsive." Tang San just wanted to stop Ban, but obviously didn't have time, so he sighed and said, "Teacher Zhao, he is the Seventh Ring Soul Saint."

Ban Riri looked eager to try. He was so excited to be able to fight against a seven-ring soul saint. He slightly raised the corners of his mouth and said, "That's really, really great."

Tang San was completely speechless. Facing Madara who was completely stunned, he couldn't listen to anything he said.

"Then I want to accompany you to do some exercise." Ban followed him without any hesitation, without the slightest fear of Zhao Wuji.

Seeing Madara's excitement as he hurried out, Tang San shook his head helplessly, took a breath, and also followed.

The two soon arrived at the open grass outside the academy and stood on both sides. At this time, everyone from Shrek also rushed over and stood not far away to watch their contest.

"Let's start now." As soon as Madara finished speaking, he rushed forward impatiently, looking extremely reckless.

"You really overestimate your capabilities." Zhao Wuji didn't even possess a martial spirit, just like when Madara fought against Dai Mubai, standing there with no one around.

Madara moved quickly on the grass, causing strong winds as he ran, pushing the weeds to one side.

Zhao Wuji laughed, held his arms as thick as a bucket, raised his feet slightly, and then stepped down hard.

The ground shook slightly, and a huge wave of yellow soil, like a raging wave, rushed towards Madara.

With a "little trick", Madara jumped high and narrowly avoided the attack of the waves of earth. After landing, his speed did not slow down at all and he continued to rush forward.

"Interesting" Zhao Wuji was also shocked by Ban's agile movement, and suddenly became interested.

Attack is the best defense, and Madara is a ninja who uses violence to perform offense.

In the blink of an eye, Ban flashed in front of Zhao Wuji at such a speed that Zhu Zhuqing, an agility-based attack spirit master, was ashamed.

"This speed is too fast," Ning Rongrong watched carefully from the side and couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Of course, Brother Ban is still very capable," Xiao Wu pouted, showing off proudly.

After all, Ban is still a three-ringed soul master. No matter how fast he is, he can't be faster than Zhao Wuji, the soul master.

When Madara wielded his sickle and slashed at him, Zhao Wuji's bear paws were blocked in advance.

The broad palm easily grasped the blade of the scythe, instantly immobilizing Madara.

Ban was not surprised at all, but showed a mysterious smile, which made Zhao Wuji's heart skip a beat.

"Explosion", Madara softly uttered a word, and the third soul ring behind his back flashed with dazzling brilliance.

boom

The scythe in Madara's hand exploded, and he was caught off guard. The raging flames instantly engulfed Zhao Wuji.

When everyone in Shrek saw this scene, they were in disbelief: "What?"

Madara's third soul ring was a copy. As early as when he was fighting in the Soul Fighting Forest, he encountered this soul skill that was more suitable for him, so he copied it and used it for other purposes.

This soul skill is very similar to the explosive sword spray of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of Kirigakure Village in the ninja world, but Madara used it on his own scythe.

As for the soul master who provided soul skills, he was fed to the soul beast.

"Bah, it's true that this 80-year-old woman has collapsed, and I'm actually being tricked by you." The smoke cleared, and Zhao Wuji appeared in front of everyone unscathed. Apart from being a little disgraced, he suffered no other injuries.

His attack was blocked by Zhao Wuji in an understatement, as Madara had expected.Madara hit the target with one strike and showed no interest in fighting. He immediately flew away, his eyes flashing with brilliance, and he thought to himself: "Is it possessed by a martial spirit? It's time to show some real skills."

The reason why Zhao Wuji was easily attacked by Ban was because he had no intention of calculating. Seeing that Zhao Wuji was possessed by the martial spirit, Ban immediately cheered up.

Next, the real action begins