The next morning, the morning light was slightly bright, but Madara had already set off and came to the back mountain for exercise. His strength is based on hard work accumulated over time and does not fall from the sky.
Madara never considered it a hardship, but rather enjoyed it. After all, the feeling of becoming stronger is fascinating, isn't it?
Madara glanced at Wang Zi'an who was sleeping soundly under the broken tree, looked at his bloody fists, and nodded slightly.
Although this young man said his talent was rubbish, if he had perseverance, it would not be difficult to become a strong person.
"What is your Martial Soul?" Madara asked directly, gently kicking the sleeping Wang Zi'an.
"Teacher, you are here! My Martial Soul is Gale Folding Fan!" Wang Zi'an rubbed his sleepy eyes, and when he realized that it was Madara in front of him, he jumped up with joy and replied immediately.
"Wind attribute, folding fan?" Madara raised his eyebrows, but he was secretly searching for his past experience in his heart.
"Yes! I can use the folding fan to send out wind element attacks!" Wang Zi'an introduced his Martial Soul very modestly.
"From now on, don't use Martial Soul and just use your wind attribute Soul Power to cut it open!" Madara grabbed a fallen leaf and handed it to Wang Zi'an in front of him, saying with a puzzled look on his face.
"This? What's the use?" Wang Zi'an asked weakly. Although he was very arrogant before, he still hopes that you can humbly ask for advice from people who are far better than yourself.
"Just do what I tell you! Don't ask why!" Madara reprimanded him unceremoniously, his face as serious as ice.
"Okay then!" Wang Zi'an said sarcastically.
"Come back to me when you can completely cut off these leaves!" Madara stretched out his hand and gently grabbed his head, and all the leaves on the leafy trunk were torn off in the air.
Madara then ignored him and left directly under his watch.
"I will definitely do it!" Wang Zi'an looked at the disappearing bloody figure, then turned to look at the piles of fallen leaves, and encouraged himself forcefully.
"I wonder if Xiao San's injury is better today?" After Madara finished his exercise, he hurriedly ran in the direction of Tang San.
"No one?" Madara just felt it briefly and already knew the situation in the room. It was empty.
Madara was a little confused in his heart. Tang San had just been injured. Even after recovering, it was impossible to run around now. Did something happen?
Madara turned on his Sage Mode without hesitation, and instantly the auras of all the people in the Blue Tyrant Academy flooded into his mind. Soon she found the auras of Tang San and Xiao Wu, but there was an unparalleled aura next to them, firmly blocking them in front of them.
"There are people who are so short-sighted?" Madara's originally good mood was instantly destroyed. His footsteps turned into a blood-red lightning and rushed in that direction.
When Madara arrived, Zhao Wuji, Flender and others were already there. Everyone looked eagerly at Tang San, who was standing in the center and resisting with difficulty.
Madara was finally able to see the owner of that tyrannical aura. He was a white-haired old man who was ten feet tall, with muscles as fine as fine iron, and exuding a tyrannical sense of power. He faintly exuded the aura of Soul Douluo.
Next to this old man, Tainuo and Tailong, who had been severely educated yesterday, were running around in a hurry.
It seems that yesterday's lesson was not enough! They must not be spared lightly this time!
Madara could already understand the situation at this moment with just one glance. There was no doubt that the younger one came before the older one, and the older one came after the older one came.
Madara breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the old man was only releasing his oppressive aura without actually taking action.
Madara drew his weapon and wanted to rush forward, but was held back by Zhao Wuji. Zhao Wuji whispered, "Calm down! Madara, don't help now! Xiao San has made an agreement with Mr. Tai Tan. Once he goes back on it, Xiao San will not be able to gain a foothold in Soul Master World!"
"What agreement? I only saw them bullying the small!"
Madara struggled with all his strength, almost making Zhao Wuji unable to restrain himself, and he was even more horrified at the speed of Madara's strength growth.
Oscar wanted Madara to calm down, so he said this, "Brother Madara, calm down first! Xiao San, just made an agreement with this old guy to support a stick of incense until her death! Whoever loses will join the other party's family!"
The original purpose of Oscar was to make Madara calm down as soon as possible, but unexpectedly it had the opposite effect and made Madara even more angry.
Seeing Tang San struggling to hold on in the field, all the bones in his body were crackling under the pressure of the old guy's momentum.
In the end, it seemed that he couldn't resist it at all, and he used Eight Spider Lances with all his strength. Blood even overflowed from his mouth, and he looked like he was at the end of his rope.
The three Tomoes in Madara's eyes were spinning faster and faster, as if they were about to deform again. A hint of ferociousness appeared on his face as he said, "This is too much! Let Xiao Sans be their slaves!"
"We will solve this! Don't be impulsive!" Flender also rushed over and remembered the abnormality in Madara's eyes when he lost control that day, and felt awe-inspiring.
"Okay! Let me go first!" Madara broke free from Zhao Wuji's bear hug, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised to a dangerous arc.
The others looked at Madara, who was so calm and strange at this moment, and suddenly had a premonition of the calm before the storm in their hearts.
"Because Xiao San can't break their bet? Then there is only one way!" Madara murmured to himself.
"No! Stop him quickly!" Before the others could realize what was going on, Yu Xiaogang, who had always understood Madara's character, suddenly changed his face.
A huge blue left arm swept towards Tainuo father and son with an unstoppable momentum.
The two of them did not expect that Madara would suddenly take action. In desperation, Tainuo pushed his son out of the attack range, but he himself was severely smashed into the huge building.
The whole place fell silent instantly, and everyone's eyes couldn't help but turn to Madara, who kept his left arm stretched forward.
This cold voice, as if it came from hell, was not loud, but it wanted to reach everyone's ears. "Isn't it enough to kill all their families?"
"Son!" Tai Tan couldn't care less about the bet at this time. When he saw Tainuo being swept into the building and not knowing whether he was alive or dead, he roared sadly.
"Where did you come from, little brat! How dare you hurt our Strength Clan people!" Tai Tan turned around and was immediately possessed by Martial Soul. His originally tall and burly body grew by three points, and the eight souls on his body still showed his identity as Soul Douluo.
"Since it was you who lit the incense! Then I will kill you before it burns out!" Madara showed a bloody smile and said in a low voice.