The person in charge thought Madara was joking at first, but when he saw that the instructors who brought them had no intention of stopping them, he had no choice but to arrange for those Soul Ancestor who just looked at him to come on stage.
A strong man who looked like an iron tower from a distance. The ground seemed to shake with every step he took. He came to Madara, lowered his head and said teasingly, "Kid! If you can't do it, just go down. Don't say that we are bullying you!"
When several other people heard this, they all started laughing.
Perhaps they admit that Madara's fourth Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring really shocked them, and their future achievements are beyond their imagination. But now he is just a teenager, a kid with a higher level, how can he defeat the three of them Soul Ancestor who have experienced hundreds of battles?
"You know what? No matter what kind of enemy you face, you must never relax!" Madara showed him a seemingly innocent yet bloody smile.
"What... um!" The tall and powerful man was stunned. Just as he was about to open his mouth to say something, Madara jumped up and hit his face hard with his knee.
The big man was caught off guard and lay back, his face covered in blood looking extremely miserable.
This is already the result of Madara showing mercy, otherwise it would not be as simple as his face being covered in blood.
"Spiked Armor Shield Martial Soul, possessed!" Another Soul Ancestor saw that the situation was not good and immediately completed Martial Soul Possession. A spiked shield appeared in his hand that covered most of his body.
"Then let me see whether your shield is stronger or my scythe is stronger!" Madara turned around and turned back, using the momentum of the impact to strike vertically with the scythe in his hand.
Shield Soul Master only felt a terrifying force coming from the sharp armor shield in his hand, knocking him away directly.
"Your shield is really strong! What if we do it again?" Madara said playfully as he looked at the wide-eyed Soul Ancestor in front of him with disbelief.
Seeing Madara's figure disappear again, the sharp armor Soul Ancestor felt that something was wrong, roared loudly, and desperately urged his Soul Ring: "First Spirit Skill, Thorned Counter-Armor!"
It still had no effect. The sharp armor shield Soul Ancestor was hit hard and flew away just like before.
Although the defensive power of the pointed armor shield was strong, it still cracked in the face of Madara's ultimate power, causing the shoulder armor shield Soul Ancestor: to scream in alarm, "Impossible! How can you have such great power?"
"Eh! Is it the anti-injury type Soul Skill?" Madara opened his palm and looked at a small scratch on it and exclaimed in surprise.
Madara's behavior was as if he were playing a game, without any real awareness of actual combat.
This instantly angered the tower man who got up and the other Soul Ancestor who didn't take action.
The two of them completed Martial Soul Possession one after another. After two rays of light flashed, one seemed to have turned into a big crab, and the Martial Soul of the iron tower man turned out to be a bear like Zhao Wuji.
"Bear King's Roar!" Although the big man from the Iron Tower received a blow on his face, he was still full of energy. Third Spirit Skill greeted him without hesitation.
A huge roaring sound wave spread towards Madara in a fan shape, and all the floors along the way were shattered, and it looked very powerful.
If you want to resolve this move, it may take a lot of effort in the eyes of others, but it is easy in Madara's eyes.
Madara's steps were slightly wrong, and the arm holding the scythe tightly reached towards the shoulder armor Soul Ancestor. Before he could react, he used the scythe blade to hook the spikes on it.
"Not good!" Soul Ancestor, the sharp armor shield in his hand was violently pulled forward, causing his expression to change drastically, and he grasped it with both hands.
Even though the pointed armor shield Soul Ancestor had his feet rubbed on the ground, it still could not change the fact that he was dragged out by Madara with both his body and shield.
Madara grabbed the sharp armor shield Soul Ancestor by the collar and blocked it in front of him unceremoniously.
All this happened in the blink of an eye, so fast that no one could react.
"Ah!" The sharp armor shield, Soul Master, was unexpectedly hit by the roar of the towering man. He could only let go of his sharp armor shield, cover his bleeding ears and roll around wildly.
When the iron tower man saw his friend who was accidentally injured, his face became ugly, but he knew that he must not give up all his efforts at this time, so he also used the Fourth Spirit Skill at the bottom of the box.
"Bear Paw Cannonball!"
The hands of the big man from the Iron Tower turned into thick bear paws, and he slapped them in front of him crazily, even leaving a trail of afterimages.
With each blow, a bear-claw-shaped Soul Power shadow continued to hit Madara like a cannonball.
Madara's speed seemed to have no limit. Even if Bear Paw Cannonball was getting faster and faster, he could easily dodge it.
But in the eyes of outsiders, Madara was just like playing a game with a child. No matter how many attacks the tower man made, the position of Madara's footsteps never changed, and he just landed on the floor.
"Keep on speeding up! Let me see how fast you are!" Madara said tauntingly while looking like a butterfly flying among the flowers.
"His strength has increased again!" Dai Mubai clenched his fists tightly, his eyes fixed on Madara who shuttled freely in the violent storm of attack.
"Ahhhhh!" The big man from the Iron Tower yelled out of control with his eyes red.
"I've had enough fun, now I'll give it back to you!" As time went by, the nature on Madara's face gradually disappeared, as if he was tired of playing with him.
Madara's originally nimble steps stopped abruptly. The scythe that had been tempered by learning fire appeared in his hand, and he began to walk towards the big man in the iron tower.
call out! call out! call out!
The phantoms of bear paws even made whimpering sounds in the air, but all of them were in vain.
Madara swung the sickle forward in his hand, and a cold blade of light passed by, splitting all the bear paws that flew over into two.
Madara seemed to be annoyed by the attacks all over the sky, he stepped slightly, and the next moment he appeared next to the big man in the iron tower like Teleportation, and asked impatiently, "Is that enough?"
"How could it be so fast?" The iron tower man's eyes narrowed into the shape of needlepoints, and he took a few steps back, wanting to continue to urge Soul Ring behind him to attack.
However, a bright light flashed away, and the brand-new leather armor he was wearing was cut into two halves.
Madara's scythe was so fast that everyone's eyes were blurred before they realized the scythe had already been withdrawn.
"I, I lost!" The man from the Iron Tower said dejectedly as he looked at the sharp and shining sickle that was placed on his shoulder and very close to his neck.
"What? Do you still want to continue playing with you?" Madara turned his head as if he felt it, and looked at the last Soul Master who had just raised his crab claw to attack from behind, causing the other party to shudder.
In less than five minutes, without using any Soul Skill, Madara used his abnormally rich combat experience to crush this group of academic Soul Ancestor.
"Did I pass the exam?" Madara asked casually without even breathing disorder, as if he just went for a walk and came back.
"So qualified!!"
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