Douluo Zhibo Madara

"Teacher, how are you?" Several boys and girls couldn't believe their eyes. The soul king teacher who they thought was invincible was actually defeated by the boy in front of them who was younger than themselves, and they ran over one after another.

"This is your greatest ability." Madara tossed the blood-red kunai up and down with one hand, looking at the people below indifferently, as if he were a god above.

"Ahem, how can you be so strong?" Ye Zhiqiu's face turned gloomy. He couldn't believe that he, who had the upper hand just now, was defeated like this.

"Are these your last words?" Madara, who was originally throwing the bloody kunai, suddenly held it in his hand, and his murderous eyes swept across Ye Zhiqiu.

Now that he had offended him and even made a move, as a ruthless ninja, Madara couldn't think of any reason to keep him alive.

"Brother Madara, don't be impulsive about what you want to do." Oscar was the first to notice something was wrong with Wang's eyes, and immediately reminded everyone loudly.

Madara turned around and glanced at everyone, feeling that these people were too hesitant to do things.

"Wait a minute." A lazy voice came from not far away, interrupting Madara's next thoughts.

"Teacher Zhao, you are finally here!" Ma Hongjun shouted overjoyed when he saw Zhao Wuji's strong figure walking slowly towards him.

"I haven't been around for a long time, his grandma, she's really going to cause trouble," Zhao Wuji cursed, but there was no expression of blaming them on his face.

When we were just having dinner, Zhao Wuji, as the school's tutor, had a lot of things to do, so he took the first step. However, this did not give the young people an opportunity to communicate, but it ended up causing him such a big problem.

"You act so tyrannically, aren't you afraid of our college's revenge?" Ye Zhiqiu's mouth spilled a trace of blood, but he stared at the two people in front of him viciously and tried to threaten him.

"Do you think a small Canghui Academy has this qualification?" A cold light flashed in Madara's eyes, and he picked up the sickle with his left hand without any trace.

Madara hates being threatened by others. All the people who dare to threaten him will end well in the end.

"Do you think a shabby academy is qualified to threaten our Shrek Academy?" Zhao Wuji took a step forward with a ferocious face, and the aura of the Soul Saint was exuded by him without reservation.

"Soul, Soul Saint" Ye Zhiqiu, including the students he led, all showed fear when they saw Zhao Wuji's dark soul ring.

"We at Shrek Academy will not accept any threats." Zhao Wuji stared fiercely at the frightened people opposite him and said loudly: "Go away."

When several teenagers heard Zhao Wuji's words, they felt as if they had been granted amnesty, and they quickly carried their director of the foreign affairs department and fled, as if they were hating their parents for not allowing them to have two more legs.

"That's enough. They are scared out of their wits." Zhao Wuji stretched out his hand to stop Ban who was about to catch up with them and kill them. Staring into his eyes, Ban said word by word: "What you do will bring trouble to the college."

"Consider them lucky." The corners of his cracked mouth formed a mocking arc: "They met such a kind and generous Shrek Academy."

"Who is making trouble here?" At this time, a thunderous roar came from outside the shop.

Soon, a group of people came in menacingly from the opened door.

"It seems like the person who came here is evil." Dai Mubai frowned as he looked at the large number of people who exuded capable murderous aura.

"Take a look first before talking," Tang San said to appease everyone, but then he put his hand to the 24th bridge in the room where the moon was shining brightly at night, and said slightly warily: "Don't act rashly."

Just when everyone was holding their breath and concentrating, someone from the group of people who were obviously desperadoes walked out and walked straight towards Madara.

Are you going to take action?

Dai Mubai and others' hearts sank, feeling that this battle was inevitable.

Tang San motioned to everyone with his eyes, and took out a few hidden weapons from the moonlit night side of the 24th Bridge, planning to strike immediately if something went wrong.

Closer, closer and closer

The young man could only stop when he came face to face with Madara. The atmosphere suddenly turned into a very strange and brutal battle, as if it was about to break out.

What was surprising was that the boy laughed heartily and punched Ban in the chest, looking extremely familiar.

Madara just pinched the boy's arm casually, and with a slight exertion, he threw the unprepared boy away.

The young man obviously didn't expect Ban to show up like this, and he fell to the ground in disgrace as he was caught off guard.

"Do it!" I don't know who shouted, and the fierce battle began.

"Stop!" Pan Zhui got up from the ground in embarrassment. He couldn't help but pat the dust off his body and shouted quickly: "Who told you to do it?"

The several burly men who had been rushing forward suddenly froze in place. You looked at me and I looked at you in confusion.

Dai Mubai, who had already rushed forward, couldn't help but stumbled and almost fell down on the spot.

"Long time no see! Why are you back?" Although Pan Zhui was thrown to the ground, he didn't mind and just said with a dark face.

"What do I do when I come back?" Ban Xian turned aside Pan Zhui and snorted coldly: "What does it have to do with you?"

But anyone with a clear eye can see that although Madara has a cold face, he is still extremely happy to meet an acquaintance.

Pan Zhui was obviously disturbed in the middle of the night, and said with a dark face: "Your weird temper still hasn't changed."

"Let's go." Pan Chui patted Madara's shoulder, raised his chin and signaled to go with him: "I'll take you to find the boss."

This time, Madara did not keep Pan Chui off the stage, but followed closely behind him.

"What should we do?" Oscar asked first when seeing everyone who didn't know what to do.

"Hey, let's follow up and take a look first," Tang San sighed and said somewhat helplessly.

Soon, Madara was led by Pan Chui to a hall in the center of the town.

"Hahahaha, boss, look who's back," Judgment shouted before he even entered the door.

"Long time no see, Madara." Li Jia still looks the same after these few years, but he looks more stable, with a sense of momentum when walking. When he saw Madara, he was stunned for a moment, and then he came up to him with a hearty smile.

Soon, acquaintances from the Lonely Soul Hunting Group appeared one by one, and all of them were extremely friendly.

As expected, Madara is considered a cold-faced killer in the soul hunting group, but he rushes to the front in every battle and takes out the lives of his comrades from the mouths of the soul beasts. Everyone is very grateful to him and will tell him what he has done. I remember what I did.

Madara was surrounded by everyone, and even though his heart had always been cold, he felt the warmth of a ray of sunshine, and the corners of Shui's mouth could not help but turn up slightly.

It feels good to have someone who cares about you.