But in the real world, only a moment passed before Yu Luomian woke up and spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his originally vigorous momentum became extremely sluggish.
"Damn it! You actually stabbed someone in the back!" Yu Luomian stared at Madara in front of him with extremely malicious eyes, and still said unforgiving slander on his lips.
"Old guy! You'd better go tell Yama about this!" Madara's eyes gleamed fiercely, and he held the blood-red Kunai and stabbed Yu Luomian's vitals very quickly.
Just when the blood-red Kunai in Madara's hand was about to slit the throat of Yu Luomian, who looked frightened but could not move, like a spiritual snake, a long sword drew a beautiful trace like a stroke of magic and pushed away the Kunai in Madara's hand.
"Sword Douluo? Do you want to stop me too?" The blood-red Tomoe in Madara's eyes kept spinning, and the strong murderous intention towards Yu Luomian in his words had not dissipated.
"Boy! It's over! This is not another place after all!" Sword Douluo Chen Xin put his sword into its sheath, loosened his long fingers, and his Martial Soul Seven Kill Sword disappeared with it, warning him kindly.
Madara was quite unwilling in his heart. He knew clearly that unless Yu Luomian and himself were fighting with one fatal blow, Sword Douluo would never let the two kill each other. After all, this might cause a gap between Upper Three Sects!
"Yu Luomian, right? I'll send you on your way next time!" Madara licked the corners of his dry mouth and sneered in a low voice. After saying that, he walked in the direction of the Shrek Academy without looking back.
Yu Luomian just stood there and watched resentfully as Madara left majestically. He could no longer bear the severe pain of his head being close to splitting. His body swayed slightly and fell straight back, and was caught by the Thunderclap Academy student who had already rushed over.
"My life-saving ten thousand years Head Soul Bone! It's useless! Ah! Sooner or later, I will cut you into pieces!" Yu Luomian's heart felt as sharp as his head in pain at this time, and he let out a silent roar.
"Brother!" Tang San hurried over and wanted to help Madara, but he refused. His worry was palpable.
"I'm fine!" Madara shook his head, but the paleness on his face betrayed his current state.
It is not easy to fight Soul Douluo who can compete with Titled Douluo. If Madara's strength had not improved a lot after fighting Dugu Bo, he would not have much confidence in defeating Madara even by surprise.
As for Perfect Susanoo, once it is used, Madara will not stop fighting under normal conditions, but it consumes a lot of money, and on the other hand, it is easy to expose his trump card.
Yu Xiaogang just took a deep look at Yu Luomian, and without saying anything, he took Madara and the others out of the arena urgently and returned to their station.
"Who is your opponent in the next match?" Madara took a sip of hot tea, his original paleness finally softened a bit, and he opened his mouth to ask Grandmaster.
"Godwind Academy!" Yu Xiaogang replied concisely.
"It's not easy! I even think their threat is higher than Thunderclap Academy!" Madara frowned slightly and said in a deep voice.
"Oh?" Grandmaster raised his eyebrows in surprise, then stopped talking and listened carefully.
"Don't tell me that you believe that the colleges that have made it this far don't have hidden cards? At least every college has either Self-Created Soul Skill or Martial Soul Fusion Skill!" Madara said bluntly, tapping the table with his index finger subconsciously and rhythmically.
"Let Xiao San go! Especially when fighting against that Feng Aotian!" Madara directly put forward his own suggestion.
"That's fine!" Grandmaster also nodded and agreed.
Next it was time for the Shrek Academy to fight Godwind Academy. As expected, under the overall arrangement of Grandmaster, Tang San was the first to appear and faced Godwind Academy's strongest Feng Aotian.
"Tang San, right? I have long wanted to challenge you and prove who is the strongest!" Feng Aotian cracked his knuckles and looked at the thin figure in front of him aggressively.
It's because of this Tang San that his sister Huo Wu, whom he misses so much, won't even look at him! Now Feng Aotian finally has a chance to defeat Tang San and prove to Huo Wu that he is the strongest.
"It's useless to talk anymore, so let's do it!" Tang San showed no sign of weakness and released his fighting spirit. His eyes were shining with purple light and looked quite magical.
Following the referee's order, Feng Aotian couldn't wait to rush forward. His ferocious appearance seemed to tear Tang San in front of him into pieces alive.
But when he and Tang San fought, she realized that things were far from what she imagined. Tang San was not weaker than him in melee combat.
"Keep going!" Tang San pinched Crane Captures Dragon in his hand and used Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track under his feet to dodge the swiping wolf claws like a snake. For a moment, he and Feng Aotian were evenly matched.
Feng Aotian, who finally couldn't bear it anymore, used his Soul Skill. First Spirit Ring shined brightly behind it, and slashed forward with a pair of wolf claws, slashing out countless wind blades.
This is exactly his First Spirit Skill, Wind Blade Array!
Countless densely packed wind blades rushed towards Tang San, but were blocked one by one by the tenacious Blue Silver Grass.
"One move will determine the outcome! You can't do anything to me like this!" Tang San stopped and Feng Aotian lined up on both sides of the Soul Fighting stage, their words full of confidence.
"Then come on! Try my Self-Created Soul Skill, Wind Blade Demon Wolf Thirty Consecutive Slashes!" Feng Aotian shouted, and a pair of translucent blue wings sprouted from his back. The wings fluttered lightly and flew into the air fifty or sixty meters high. Then, like a meteorite with a long tail flame, it fell towards Tang San on the ground.
"It's just as I expected! How should Xiao San respond?" Madara thought secretly as he looked at the sharp-edged wings falling from the sky.
Once, twice, three times!
Feng Aotian's blows became stronger and more severe each time, making everyone at Shrek's hearts sink.
Could it be that Xiao San, which has always been unfailingly creating miracles, is going to lose?
"I will never fail!" After Tang San had struggled for six or seven times, he knew that he could not go on like this anymore. This time he did not choose to dodge, but jumped up to decide the outcome with one blow from Feng Aotian.
"Come on!" Feng Aotian roared loudly, and the cold Gale Roll struck his mane and even drew a vacuum trajectory in mid-air.
"The final blow!" Tang San's blood was completely aroused, and his eyes seemed to be burning with purple flames. A small black Youyou hammer appeared quietly in his left hand, and he swung it with all his strength.
This is, Clear Sky Hammer!
Bishops Xue Ye and Sajins who were watching the game on the field, including Ning Fengzhi, jumped up from their seats almost at the same time, looking at the ordinary hammer in Tang San's hand with shocked eyes.
This symbol representing the number one sect in the world, this Martial Soul that has written countless legends, reappeared in the world on this day!
The collision of the two moves was like melodious bells, echoing on Soul Fighting Arena who could hear the drop of a needle. When the smoke cleared, Tang San was still standing there holding Clear Sky Hammer, making some people vaguely seem to see through this immature figure the man who once caused Bloodwind blood rain on the mainland.
Still exposed?
Madara and Grandmaster thought at the same time. Grandmaster turned pale and frowned deeply, then left without saying a word.
He must leave for a while to prepare a way out for his disciples!
"Are you here after all?" Madara just looked at the figure of Tang San on the field with a calm expression, calmly accepting this fact.