In the past few days, Madara was finally able to get down slightly, but he still couldn't activate his Martial Soul Sharingan.
Grandmaster specially ran over and warned him not to use this kind of power in the future, otherwise his current body would never be able to bear it.
Madara naturally knew that forcing the use of Susanoo with his current level of cultivation could almost be said to be courting death, but in that case, in order to drag the old guy into hell, Madara had to use it.
Now that he has finally saved his life, Madara will never seek death again.
"However, it seems that the damage has reached the source! We must find a way in the future!" Madara sat on the steps outside, basking in the sun, experiencing something he had never done before.
No matter in his past life or this life, Madara's life is all about working hard to become stronger. Now he finally has time to take a good rest and do something he has never experienced before.
"Brother! I'm back!" Tang San came in from the door covered in dust. His unabashed fatigue was obvious to everyone at a glance. He was overjoyed to see Madara who was able to move around outside.
"Xiao San, I'm relieved to see you're okay!" Madara just wanted to stand up, but his body was so weak that he almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, Tang San had quick eyes and quick hands and was able to hold Madara back.
"You guy, long time no see!" A beautiful girl's figure also walked in from outside. Although her face was still expressionless, the gloating in her eyes had obviously betrayed the girl's mood.
This girl's character is much more cheerful than before!
"What are you doing here? Are you the only yellow-haired girl here to treat me?" Madara snorted with disdain.
"Oh! I remember someone said that my Martial Soul is the most rubbish! You don't seem to be able to use it!" Although the girl had no expression on her face, she still said sarcastically.
"Come in first! Give my brother some treatment first!" Tang San saw something was wrong and came out to smooth things over.
A few people entered the infirmary. Under the healing light of Ye Lingling, who already had a third-ring cultivation level, and bathed in life-green healing light, Madara's body was like a land that had been dry for a long time and was moistened by rain and dew.
Madara groaned happily, feeling warm all over his body, as if every tired cell was jumping for joy.
"How badly injured are you? You're not dead yet?" Ye Lingling took back Soul Skill. Some Soul Power were exhausted and their faces were pale. They looked at Madara like a monster.
"It's just an ordinary battle! It's just that you are too weak!" Madara's tone softened a lot, but it still made Ye Lingling feel extremely angry.
An ordinary battle! Yes, in Madara's eyes, there is actually no difference whether he is fighting ordinary people or fighting the famous Titled Douluo. It's also a bet on one's own life, either life or death! That's all.
"Xiao San, you go and rest first!" Madara said in a rare and gentle tone when he saw the red bloodshot eyes of Tang San.
Tang San went to Nine Heart Begonia to get their help. It must have taken a lot of effort. He was definitely very tired and needed a rest.
"Brother! Let me stay with you for a while!" Tang San sat in front of the hospital bed and said with great joy facing Madara who had turned the corner.
Dark clouds suddenly appeared on Madara's face, and he pretended to be stern and said, "I told you, you have to go and rest as soon as possible!"
"Okay!" Tang San saw his brother's determination and concern for him as his younger brother, so he couldn't continue to be stubborn, nodded and walked out reluctantly.
The friendship between them needs no words. Besides, Tang San hadn't had a good night's sleep for several days, and now he needed to rest to relieve his fatigue.
"Tell me! What do you want?" Madara watched the figure of Tang San disappear with gentle eyes, turned his head and returned to his indifferent look, and asked directly.
Madara knew in his previous life that there is no free lunch in the world!
"Then I don't know what you can afford?" Ye Lingling asked with interest.
Madara closed his eyes and thought for a while, then slowly opened his mouth and said, "A promise!"
Ye Lingling almost laughed inside, are they worthy of being a pair of brothers? Even the remuneration paid is exactly the same.
"I promise to help you kill a Titled Douluo!" Madara said with strong confidence as he stretched out an index finger and slightly raised the corner of his mouth.
Ye Lingling suddenly felt that he could no longer laugh. He felt that the promise of the man in front of him was too fantastic.
"Are you kidding?" Ye Lingling said with a sneer, obviously not believing Madara's words.
"Don't believe it?" Madara changed into a comfortable position and lay down, looking at Ye Lingling with pride. "This is the difference between you and me!"
"Titled Douluo? So what? He's not a god! Even a god will fall under my sword!" Madara said calmly, and his unrivaled aura was exuded inadvertently.
Killing a Titled Douluo may be as difficult as climbing to the sky for Madara now. But he has strong self-confidence, and after a few years it will be easy!
"Where did he get such confidence?" Ye Lingling seemed to be shocked by this momentum. Things that ordinary people dare not think of were as easy as eating and drinking in his mouth.
"Then do you know who hurt me like this?" Madara and Weiwei sat up from the bed and said with difficulty leaning on the pillow behind her.
Ye Lingling shook his head subconsciously, causing Madara to burst into sarcastic laughter.
Although there was a smile on Madara's face, his eyes were extremely cold and he said, "It's an old guy named Dugu Bo! But sooner or later, this account will have to be settled with him!"
"Dugu Bo!" Although Ye Lingling looked calm on the surface, his heart was in turmoil. He knew whose name it was, and even felt a little ridiculous.
However, if what Madara said is true, he can now become the enemy of Titled Douluo. Although he does not know why he can escape with his life, his future achievements are definitely unlimited.
"I said before our captain challenged you that you are very similar to him!" Ye Lingling said to himself, "Our captain Yu Tianhuan is like your shadow!"
"Looks like me? My shadow? A joke!" Even though Madara was on the hospital bed, his brows still overflowed with pride when he saw it.
Madara was obviously too weak to stand up, but he still said with contempt, "It's just gravel, not even half as good as me!"
Yes, in Madara's eyes, existences like Yu Tianhuan are nothing more than grains of sand. Even a genius can only be a withered bone on the way to the throne for others if he cannot grow.
Madara has never set his sights on his peers. This is the pride of being the former Shinobi World, the feared Asura.
Ye Lingling looked at Madara with complex eyes, even though he was very weak, he still exuded the aura of a king who was invincible in the world, and inexplicably thought of his grandma's words.
"Perhaps Yu Tianhuan may not necessarily become Titled Douluo! But for this kid, Titled Douluo is just his starting point!"
Within a few days, the old woman from Nine Heart Begonia had arrived, finished treating the spots without any fanfare, and left quietly.