Douluo Zhibo Madara

After completing this test, Flanders asked the students to get out of class early to prepare and head to the Star Forest tomorrow.

"Brother Madara, can I start?" After Oscar waited for everyone to disperse, he rushed towards the creek where he had trained before, panting and asking Madara with a smile in front of him.

"It's too slow." Ban faced the small sea, looked at the sparkling water, and said very coldly: "You are moving as fast as a turtle crawling."

"I'm sorry, Brother Madara, I will come here at a faster speed next time," Oscar lowered his head and promised Ben confidently.

"It's good to know." After hearing Oscar Vol, Madara's expression softened a little, turned around and warned: "I don't want a next time."

"Now, go over there and take the weights with you." Madara placed the weights neatly on the stone to one side and raised his chin to signal Oscar to act quickly.

"Understood" Oscar quickly picked up the weight-bearing equipment this time and prepared to wear it on his body.

But something unexpected happened to him. He casually wanted to pick up the small piece of iron, but his hand sank.What seemed like a small load turned out to be so heavy.

In order not to drag down his companions, Oscar was able to put aside his dignity and walk three times on his head outside the spirit fighting arena. Naturally, he would not be frightened by the heavy iron blocks.

"Now listen," Madara taught Oscar very seriously: "From now on, you have to carry it with you every moment."

Carrying the weight is naturally to better train Oscar's strength. Only an extremely strong and even abnormal body can unlock the secret technique of Eight Gates Dunjia.

"After you fully adapt, I will change the weight for you to a heavier weight." Madara looked at the clumsy Oscar and sneered: "You are as weak as an ant."

"Brother Madara, when will you teach me the real way to become stronger?" Oscar was still unwilling to give up and continued to ask Madara.

"That will be in the future." Madara sneered, as if he was mocking Oscar for not knowing the heights of the world: "You are not even qualified to carry it now."

"Am I not qualified now?" Oscar lowered his head and covered it with broken hair, so his expression could not be seen.

"Now go practice running and punching for me." Madara ordered Oscar mercilessly: "Practice until you can't stand up anymore."

Afterwards, Madara irresponsibly walked through the forest and left, leaving Oscar where he was. "I hope you can persevere."

"I said, is that boy, the dean, fucking kidding Oscar?" Zhao Wuji, who was hiding in the jungle, dug his ears with his little finger and then popped them out, asking nonchalantly.

"Where do you think his monster-like body comes from?" Flanders replied angrily.

Madara carries nearly dozens of weights on his body every day to exercise his strength, which is no secret among these instructors.

However, it is not possible for normal people to be able to carry such a heavy load and still carry out normal activities and even participate in battles.

Zhao Wuji thought for a while, and the boy seemed to have monster-like power, and nodded in agreement.

"I hope he can really give Oscar something useful," Flanders said meaningfully, looking at the back of Oscar who was working hard.

"Xiao San, come on," Madara said, his whole body trembling with excitement, his eyes glaring at Tang San opposite.

"Brother, you have to be careful." Tangshan's left hand quietly reached into his treasure bag, and all the hidden weapons inside were quietly prepared.

After Madara taught Oscar this morning, when he had nothing to do, he wanted to come and have a discussion with his younger brother.

I want to carefully examine my brother and see how much his strength has grown in the past few years.

After all, in Madara's opinion, among this so-called monster group, the only one who can really look him in the eyes and admit that he is a monster is his younger brother Tang San.

Although the other so-called monsters are not gravel, they are at best large rocks.

As if top martial arts masters were fighting each other, under the aura of the two, everything around them seemed to be still. Even a noisy summer insect was too scared to make a sound at this moment.

A breeze blew by, followed by a few fallen leaves, which were gradually rolled between the two of them.

At the moment when a few leaves blocked their sight, Tang San moved

Tang San's hand was seen instantly protruding from the treasure bag, and the several hidden weapons in his hand turned into streaks of white light and struck at Madara who was standing on the other side.

Madara was also not to be outdone, and secretly used the Uchiha Throwing Technique. Several kunai and shurikens were in the air, like flexible predatory beasts, blocking every hidden weapon of Tang San with incomparable precision.

The moment the two concealed weapons collided, Tang San's ghostly shadowy steps had already been taken out, like a sharp arrow shot from the string, but it had already rushed out in just a breath.

Madara also smiled heartily, took out his blood-red kunai, and rushed forward to fight Tang San without showing any signs of weakness.

The kunai in Madara's hand was like a poisonous snake emerging from its shell, nimbly and viciously poking towards Tang San's temple.

Madara's attacks were agile and fast, but Tang San's movements were also not slow. Seeing that Kunga's sharp blade was only a finger away from Tang San's temple, Tang San was not at all confused. His mysterious jade hand cooperated with the blue kunai in his hand. With a single flick, the trajectory of Madara's attack was changed.

A few strands of blue hair were cut off, which seemed to completely ignite this evenly matched battle and directly enter the intense stage.

Madara's sword swing was as fast as lightning, and Tang San saw every move without falling behind at all, looking as magnificent as a dance.

Every time the kunai collides, the crisp sound of iron collisions, accompanied by sparks, is like playing a beautiful piece of music.

"Mistress, have you grown up well in these years?" A crazy smile appeared on Madara's face, and he said with a slightly fanatical smile.

"Brother, I'm still not as good as you." Tangshan received Madara's powerful and heavy blow with ease, adding two kunai together, and responded extremely humbly.

In an instant, the entire training ground was filled with the afterimages of the two men's fight, and the sounds of countless iron weapons echoed each other.

"Is this the true strength of the two of them?" Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun watched the battle between the two at the edge of the open space, and couldn't help but feel shocked in their hearts.

Is this really a battle between the great soul master and the soul master?

The aftermath of the battle even affected them. From time to time, a few pieces of gravel or a hidden weapon would scatter in all directions, forcing them to dodge.

"They are really awesome," Xiao Wu exclaimed from the side.

"You are worthy of being the one who defeated me." Dai Mubai didn't say anything, his eyes still flashed with fighting spirit, as if he couldn't wait to get off the field and compete now.

But with the sound of iron handing over Cuiming, all the afterimages in the creation disappeared one by one, as if it had just been a dream.

The bloody kunai in Madara's hand was already on Tang San's neck, as if it could take his life in the next moment.The blue kunai in Tang San's hand also stopped in front of Madara's abdomen.

Tang San took a deep breath and spat out these three words: "I lost."

In a life-and-death fight, the two of them seemed to be deadlocked, but Madara, who was injured in his lower abdomen, could still survive and even maintain his fighting strength.Tang San, whose throat was slit, would not be so lucky.

"I just relied on my experience and cultivation to suppress it." Madara took back the kunai and reinserted it into his ninja bag and shook his head.

After this discussion, Ban discovered a problem. Tang San's fighting style was not ruthless enough, and his experience was even more scarce.

It seems that only through the baptism of blood and pain can we continue to grow.