Douluo Zhibo Madara

"Hey Xiao Ao, why didn't you see him?" After everyone met with Madara, they suddenly realized that their companion Oscar was missing.

"There's probably something going on. Let's go find it together." Dai Mubai frowned, feeling that Oscar was a little abnormal.

"No need, I'll stay." Ban shook his head, raised his chin, and told everyone in Shrek, "You go first."

"But Xiao Ao is a companion of all of us," Ning Rongrong bit her index finger and frowned in concern.

"Of course I have my own reasons for staying." Ban was impatient and did not show any mercy to the little beauty Ning Rongrong.

"Rong Rong, let's all go back first." Tang San looked at Ban, who obviously knew something, and then at the anxious and worried people. He understood a little, and with thoughts in his eyes, he stood up and suggested, "My brother does this." Of course it has its own reasons.”

Although Madara and Tang San have not seen each other for four or five years, after a period of getting along, the tacit understanding between the brothers has not diminished but increased.

If there is anyone in this world who understands Madara best, then this person must be Tang San.

Seeing what Tang San, the most steady among the people, said, Dai Mubai had no choice but to nod his head and decided to take everyone back to Shrek Academy first.

As for their stingy Dean Flanders, he has long since disappeared with the gold coins in his pocket.

"Brother, you must take good care of Xiao Ao" Tang San, who was walking at the end before the rhombus, specifically told Madara in detail.

"Don't worry." Madara's expression rarely softened, and finally he was not as cold as he was when facing the enemy.

"Is he your brother?" A figure walked out of the dark corridor and looked at Tang San and others walking away, asking with great interest.

"This is not something you should be asking about." Madara's face instantly changed back to its original appearance. His gentleness would only be reserved for his relatives.

An elegant figure appeared from the corridor holding a glass of red wine. It was Jerry, who had not been seen for a long time. He said angrily: "Okay, okay, I understand, I understand."

"Has anything interesting happened recently?" Ban turned a deaf ear to Jerry's complaints. The two had worked together for so long, so they couldn't be said to be close, but at least they had some tacit understanding.

"Speaking of this," Jerry picked up the wine glass and drank it down in one gulp. He suddenly said seriously: "There is a team imitating your actions and challenging the spirit arena everywhere, and they are coming here."

"Oh" A trace of surprise flashed in Madara's eyes, but then he asked rather arrogantly: "Then let's see if we have the qualifications. What's the name of that team?"

"Emperor's Fighting Team"

Outside the Great Soul Fighting Arena, the night sky was filled with twinkling stars. Under the gentle breeze, the vegetation made bursts of rustling sounds, and it looked extremely quiet.

"Huhu" Oscar was breathing heavily at this time, standing on his head and staggering around the entire large spirit fighting arena in an extremely weird posture.

Ignoring the surprised looks of those around him, Oscar only kept thinking about Madara's promise in his heart, and even the incomparable numbness and pain in his body could not stop him.

The physical pain is second to none, but the mental struggle is even more painful.

Countless times, there seemed to be a villain in Oscar's heart saying: "Quickly stop and rest. Why do you have to work so hard to embarrass yourself?"

But every time Oscar fought back in his heart: "I want to be strong and I want to show my will."

Although Oscar is a second-level great soul master whose physique is countless times stronger than that of ordinary people, he cannot support him in completing such heavy physical activities.

At this time, Oscar could no longer hold on, as if the world would spin and fall down in the next moment, and his consciousness had become blurred.

Just when he felt that the whole world was shaking, a pair of feet appeared in front of him.

Oscar steeled himself, raised his head with difficulty, and looked at the owner of the feet in front of him, who was none other than Madara.

"Brother Madara" Oscar barely smiled, but then his body shook violently and he had no time to care about himself.

"Do you still want to keep going?" Madara stood beside him with his arms folded and looked on coldly, "It seems like you don't have the strength to finish."

"No, I won't give up." Oscar seemed to be thinking of the battles his partners had fought over and over again, and he could only hide behind them helplessly.

Although none of his friends thought this way, Oscar knew deep down in his heart that he was a burden and a hindrance, unable to do anything.

"No, it won't always be like this, it will definitely change." A voice in Oscar's heart roared, and a surge of strength suddenly surged out of his body that had been exhausted.

Madara still stood there, silently watching Oscar slowly walk away in a funny handstand posture, as if a certain string in his heart had been touched.

Can hard work really make up for talent? This is even hard for Madara to figure out. After all, in the ninja world in his previous life, most of the people who could become famous ninjas were extremely talented, including those who worked hard.

If there is any ninja who does not have the talent to become a strong man, but makes up for it with his own efforts, it is only that lineage.

If you can really complete these three laps, then Oscar’s caliber is barely up to par.

In this way, Oscar wanted to fall every time for one, two, and three laps, but he persisted decisively every time.

The body is overdrawn again and again, and is on the verge of the limit again and again. The soul power has obviously been exhausted, but every time it can squeeze out a little more.

In the end, even Oscar didn't know what he was doing, his mind was just blank, and only his body was left to move forward instinctively.

"I'm barely qualified," Madara said calmly as he lowered his head and glanced at Oscar, who was lying motionless on the ground and could only breathe heavily.

"Hahahahaha" Oscar just lay there and laughed wildly, even crying.

He succeeded. He finally has the qualifications to become stronger and stop being a burden.

"Starting from tomorrow, come back to me after completing other training." Madara glanced at Oscar sideways, and after leaving these words, he climbed up the tree like a cliff, and began to run and jump in the woods.

"Hahahahaha" Oscar turned over with difficulty and looked up at the bright starry sky, with a smile hanging on his face.

Can I become a strong person? Can I finally stop being a burden? Can I truly fight side by side with my friends?

Oscar got up unsteadily, and then staggered towards Shrek Academy.