Douluo Zhibo Madara

"Ah, break it for me!" Ban roared loudly and swung down the sickle in his hand desperately, revealing the defenseless Zhao Wuji.

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The golden shadow of the Fudo Myōō body shrouded outside Zhao Wuji's body, after touching Madara's scythe, appeared many fine cracks like glass, and then shattered suddenly.

But this also buys time for Zhao Wuji. Judging from Ban's aura of wielding the sword, if it touches him, Zhao Wuji, who is the Seventh Ring Soul Saint, will definitely not feel good.

Zhao Wuji turned around without hesitation and slapped out his palm to force Ban away.

But this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity is probably only available once, so how can Madara let it go?

Ban did not dodge and raised his free arm to block Zhao Wuji's palm.

Zhao Wuji leaned back slightly, and the sickle barely missed his head, even cutting off a few strands of his black hair.

And Zhao Wuji's palm also slapped Madara's left arm viciously, knocking him away in an instant, accompanied by the crackling sound of broken bones.

"Boy, I really underestimated you." Zhao Wuji turned his head and looked at Ban, who took a few steps back after landing. He stretched out his fingers to touch a slender wound on his face, and said seriously, without the slightest sign of contempt just now.

Zhao Wuji has recognized Ban, even though he has not even shown [-]% of his strength as a Soul Saint.

"Continue." Madara's figure swayed slightly for a while, and after he stood firm, his twisted left arm, which others thought was painful enough to cause him to faint, did not have any impact on him at all.

It’s been a long time since I’ve felt this kind of pain

Madara felt extremely excited inside, and even his left arm hanging feebly could not stop his enthusiasm for fighting.

Zao Wou-Ki went from contempt at the beginning, to surprise later, and even to shock now.

Even though he was already injured like this, he still wanted to get up and fight. Zhao Wuji was extremely moved in his heart.

"Is this enough?" Ning Rongrong asked incomprehensibly after hearing Madara's provocation.

"It seems you still don't understand," Tang San looked at the confused Ning Rongrong and shook his head.

"For him, fighting is actually a pleasure." A weak voice came from behind everyone. Everyone turned around in surprise, and suddenly found the seriously injured Dai Mubai, weakly holding on to the wall behind them.

"Boss Dai, why are you out?" Ma Hongjun hurriedly wanted to go up and help him.

"Ahem, I'm fine, Dean, go and stop them." Dai Mubai coughed violently a few times, panting and said to Dean Flender beside him: "If you can't hold back, it will be bad for everyone."

"Okay, I'll go right away." Flanders glanced at Dai Mubai in surprise, suddenly feeling that something strange had happened to him as a student, and then he flapped his wings and flew towards the field.

"Boss Dai, don't you hate him?" Oscar asked in confusion.

"I definitely want to beat him up, but wait until I'm healed." Although Dai Mubai's body was weak, it seemed as if it had been washed away, exuding an indescribable temperament: "When I can defeat him with dignity."

Zhu Zhuqing glanced at Dai Mubai in surprise, and said coldly: "You seem to have become different."

"Perhaps I was beaten awake." Dai Mubai smiled carelessly, his eyes shining with bright and confident light.

It seems like this is really different

Tang San silently observed from the side and also noticed the difference in Dai Mubai.

But at this time, on the grassland, which could not possibly become a piece of scorched earth, Madara began to rush towards Zhao Wuji regardless of life and death.

This is Madara Uchiha, a madman who takes pleasure in fighting and only knows how to attack and not defend.

"That's enough!" Flanders fell from the sky, folded his wings, grabbed Madara's wrist as he swung the scythe, and shouted loudly.

"Do you want to stop me?" Madara said with blood-red eyes, staring at Flanders in front of him with murderous intent.

"Brother, stop it!" Tang San also ran over at this time, put one hand on Madara's other intact arm, and shouted very worriedly.

Tang San was really worried that Madara, who was already on top of his head, might attack Flanders regardless.

It is really possible for Madara to do this.

"Your name is Ban, right? I approve of you." Zhao Wuji also strode over with a similar stride, facing Ban with a solemn expression, acknowledging.

"I, do I still need you to admit it?" Ban's words gave Zhao Wuji another unnamed karma to punish him again, but fortunately, after more than ten years of self-cultivation, he took a deep breath to suppress it.

Perhaps in the eyes of others, Ban is not as good as everyone from Shrek joining forces, but only Zhao Wuji knows that.

The most they caused to Tang San were superficial injuries. No matter how many or how terrifying the wounds were, they would not endanger his life.

But if Madara were to hit his neck at close range, he would be disabled even if he died.

I don’t know what the hell this kid grew up on. He’s as strong as a monster.

Finally, under Tang San's persuasion, Madara reluctantly left this scorched earth, but his face was full of dissatisfaction, it was obvious that he hadn't fought enough just now.

"Sooner or later, I will fight you again." Ban sat at the table, letting Tang San treat his wounds, but he still said provocatively like Zhao Wuji.

Madara's entire arm was deformed and twisted. Fortunately, the three-ringed soul master's physique allowed him to continue fighting, but he also needed treatment at this time.

"This is what I want to say too," Dai Mubai responded from the side, looking at the surprised Madara without any sign of weakness.

"Have you transformed? It's finally become more interesting." Madara just glanced at him, feeling slightly interested.

When he was in the ninja world, there were so many people who wanted to overthrow him, Uchiha Madara, but they all became withered bones under his name of Shura.

Then Madara began to lightly cut open his skin and correct his misaligned bones.

Seeing Ban's expressionless and accustomed expression, the corners of Ma Hongjun and Oscar's eyes twitched as they seemed to have decided not to offend such a ruthless person.

After everyone had finished dealing with it, Dean Flanders said to Tang San: "Alright, mistress, go and take Banner to live here."

"It just so happens that I also want to have a good time with my mistress." Madara surprisingly had no objection and accepted Flanders' arrangement calmly.

Tang Shan wanted to help Ban, but Ban avoided him and chose to walk back alone.

When Madara walked to the door, he suddenly turned around and said to everyone in the room: "Then, I will stay here for a while to see if your academy is qualified."

"Then just watch carefully." Flanders also turned his head, a golden light flashed in his eyes, which was a confident reply.

Banma is really a terrifying monster