"Now, each of you must look directly at me alone! Otherwise, you are not qualified to stay here!" Madara didn't want to be as gentle as Shinobi World's Ninja School, so he thought of a simple and crude way.
"Are you so scared that you don't have the guts to look at me directly?" Ban raised his chin, as if he was looking down at these people.
Everyone was too timid to raise their heads, for fear of accidentally looking into those cold and heartless bloody eyes.
Of course, Madara would not indulge these flowers in the greenhouse. He grabbed their hair and forced their heads to look at each other.
Nothing is inappropriate! Their hearts were so weak that they could not raise any spirit of resistance, which made Madara even more disappointed.
Sora has a lot of cultivation but doesn't even have the courage to resist. Even if they are given the power of Titled Douluo, they are still a bunch of ants.
Every student looked into Madara's ruthless eyes and was frightened to tears.
Wang Zi'an The students in front, both male and female, were forced to raise their heads one by one and look into Madara's ruthless eyes.
Finally, Madara moved his gaze to the proud-looking young man in white, without any other emotion in the twilight.
Regardless of whether this boy has offended Madara or not, it actually makes no difference to Madara. Who would be angry with a little ant?
Madara looked at his trembling body and quickly looked away in disappointment.
"We are not trash!" Wang Zi'an's voice suddenly appeared in the crowd, making everyone's hearts tremble. Everyone turned their heads in disbelief and focused their eyes on Wang Zi'an.
"Oh? What were you just saying? I didn't seem to hear you?" Madara finally showed a look of interest in his eyes and said in a low voice.
Everyone's eyes contained confusion and gloating, which made Wang Zi'an feel even more stressed.
Wang Zi'an slowly raised his head. Although the sense of crisis that he could die at any time lingered in his heart, he still stared at Madara with his eyes wide open and said word by word, "I said, I am not a waste!"
"Is this kid crazy?"
"It's over, it's over! This is going to be cramped and skinned by King Yama!"
"It's interesting!" Madara originally wanted to turn around and leave, but now he turned around and looked at Wang Zi'an who was shouting hoarsely with interest.
Wang Zi'an felt as if he was being stared at by an ancient Ferocious Beast for a moment. The hairs on his body stood on end, which was his body's most instinctive warning.
"Hahaha! How ridiculous! Are you saying that if it's not trash, it's not trash?" Madara laughed as if he heard some big joke.
"You have to remember, whether you are trash or not is determined by your own strength!" Madara slowly walked up to Wang Zi'an, and touched the chest of Wang Zi'an, who was stiff and did not dare to move, with his index finger and said.
After Madara said this, he gave him a meaningful look, and then turned around and left as if he was completely disappointed with the other people, no longer testing them.
"Is it determined by my own strength?" Wang Zi'an looked at the blood-red figure retreating and thought about this sentence in his heart.
"Wait! Can you show me your strength?" Wang Zi'an looked at the blood-red figure who was about to walk away, and finally plucked up the courage to shout loudly behind him.
Madara paused for a moment and then continued walking forward, but his Martial Soul had quietly possessed him, and the four yellow, purple, purple and black Soul Rings were displayed without any scruples.
In an instant, the dazzling light of the four Soul Ring behind Madara made everyone lose their voices, and only heard a hissing sound of inhalation.
"Oscar! Come out with me!" Madara seemed to remember something, turned to the stunned Oscar, frowned, and ordered.
"Okay! Okay!" Oscar nodded like a chicken pecking at rice and quickly followed.
When the figures of the two people disappeared completely, everyone who was originally as quiet as wooden sculptures on the playground suddenly exploded.
Everyone was talking loudly about this practical teacher who was obviously younger than their age, but had already reached the level of Four-Ring Soul Ancestor.
At this moment, all the students who were still slightly unconvinced were overwhelmed by Madara's terrifying strength.
Wang Zi'an was thinking about the words that just appeared in his ears.
"You are barely qualified to know my name! Remember, my name is Madara!"
The inaccessible place in the back mountain has now become Madara's training ground. Madara's fighting power is so shocking that the training ground originally used by students was not enough for Madara to use his hands and feet.
Oscar fell to the ground exhausted, and howled feebly. "Brother Madara, please spare me!"
Oscar knew that Madara would definitely train himself well, but he didn't expect that Madara would be so strict.
"What? You've just achieved a little bit of results and you're already feeling proud?" Madara knelt down next to Oscar who was already lying on the ground with his tongue hanging out and panting, and said coldly, "Eight Inner Gates is a secret technique that requires exponentially more sweat as you get to the back!"
"But, Brother Madara, I have exhausted all my potential!" Oscar struggled to open his eyes and said with deep tiredness.
"Are you really unable to get up?" Madara stood up, looked up and down at Oscar's body lying on the ground, rubbed his chin and thought about where to start next.
"I really have no strength left!" Oscar pretended to be lying on the ground and acted rogue, while Data was secretly recovering his strength and lamented.
Madarai Lifengxing took out a long Senbon directly from his ninja bag, then directly pulled Oscar's butt and plunged it in hard.
"Ouch!" Oscar jumped up in pain, and his strange howl even startled countless birds in the forest.
"Look! You obviously have some energy left! You have to squeeze out all your strength before you can continue to break through the limits!" Madara raised his eyebrows and reprimanded.
"I..." Oscar certainly understood this, but when he felt the pain in his back, he covered his head and collapsed.
"Who, get out of here!" Ban just wanted to continue talking, but when he felt someone touching him, he frowned and shot Hidden Weapon towards him.
"Don't do it! Teacher, it's me, it's me!" a familiar voice said in panic.
"Is it you? What are you doing here?" Oscar saw Wang Zi'an and asked in confusion.
"I would like to ask if this teacher can accept me as his disciple!" Wang Zi'an seemed to be a little afraid of Madara, so he quietly moved towards Oscar without leaving a trace, and then asked without confidence.
"Do you want to be my disciple?" Madara pointed at himself and said.
"Yes, yes!" Wang Zi'an agreed, looking at Madara with burning eyes, looking forward to him agreeing.
"Why do you want to worship me as your teacher?"
"To become strong!!"