"Imperial, come out to wash the floor!" Madara looked at the trembling figures huddled in a ball at the corner of the street, shouted in a half-hearted voice, and then returned to the courtyard without looking back, carrying his sickle and War Fan.
Madara pushed open the door, and everyone at Shrek was waiting for his return in the house. Seeing that Madara was intact, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
"You're not hurt, are you?" Flender looked at Madara up and down and asked first.
"It's just a bunch of minions! Is anyone going to overeat for dessert?" Madara said without asking, and everyone could feel the soaring arrogance in his words.
"Brother! Thank you!" Tang San looked at his brother sincerely and said these words with great gratitude.
Madara seemed to have returned to his childhood. He patted Tang San's shoulder affectionately and responded domineeringly, "There is no need for this between our brothers! I have long said that my brother cannot move even if he is a god!"
"I have already become a powerful person for those guys to see! If you hadn't stopped me!" Liu Erlong didn't know what happened, but after Grandmaster left, he looked unusually irritable and said.
"Okay, Erlong! Madara is taking action to preserve our strength! Before Yu Xiaogang sends the news, Xiao San is in more danger than just before us!" Flender said helplessly.
To be honest, if Madara tried his best, Shrek's current teachers wouldn't be enough for one Madara!
Therefore, for the task of repelling the incoming enemies, Madara stood up without hesitation. Even if there were objections from other teachers, Madara later showed his strength to stabilize them and made them shut up.
Madara did not reveal his Susanoo when fighting against this Night Demon Soul Douluo. Firstly, because the Night Demon just now was at the bottom even among Soul Douluo. Secondly, it was to retain one more trump card to defeat the enemy for the next fierce battle.
"Great! With Brother Madara here, those guys are really wishful thinking in wanting to kill Third Brother!" Ning Rongrong said with great joy.
Oscar, Ma Hongjun and others also nodded in agreement. Only a few students with backgrounds such as Dai Mubai Zhu Zhuqing and Tailong frowned slightly, occasionally showing a hint of worry in their expressions.
They all know how terrifying Spirit Hall's background is as the overlord of the entire continent? A Soul Douluo can be sent just as a test. Now Madara's combat power can still block it, but what if it is a stronger Soul Douluo, or even Titled Douluo?
"Okay! You should go back to your respective rooms first! It should be fine tonight!" Flender ordered to many students.
Just when the students dispersed and went back to sleep, Tang San was very unexpectedly stopped by Madara and came to Madara's room together.
Tang San looked at the very simple layout of the room, which was empty except for lamps and toiletries. Even some cabinets had a light layer of dust on them.
This kind of arrangement is not to mention the mountain of things Tang San and the others used to help the girls move. Even the boys' dormitory is far behind in comparison. After all, there are some snacks and other things with fat people here.
While Madara has been here for a month, the room is still horribly streamlined, because he has no extra time to stay in the room and spend more energy on practicing Soul Power. Apart from the bed, he has hardly moved anything else.
It is precisely because of such ascetic practice that Madara's strength has also increased. All these are no pains and no gains.
Tang San withdrew his scrutinizing gaze. Seeing such a difficult environment, the arrogance that he thought he had worked hard turned into shame, but his tone remained modest. "Brother! What do you want from me?"
"Xiao San, now you have exposed your Second Martial Soul Clear Sky Hammer! What you will face in the future will be stormy waves, you must be mentally prepared for this!" Madara sat on a chair, his waist as straight as a green pine, and warned Tang San seriously.
"It was me who caused trouble for everyone!" Tang San at this time also felt a trace of regret for the consequences of his hot blood, and lowered his head to admit his mistake.
"No! This will come sooner or later! Instead of worrying and regretting here, it is better to strengthen your strength! Only strength is eternal in this world!" Madara patted Tang San on the shoulder, not blaming him but comforting him.
"Brother! Do you have any way to become stronger?" Tang San is so smart that he can figure out Madara's meaning just from his tone. His purple eyes are filled with desire for power.
"Xiao San, do you believe there is a god in this world?" Madara asked casually as he left his seat and walked slowly to the window to look at the bright moon.
God?
Madara's unintentional words seemed to turn on the switch of Tang San's memory. It was already a little blurry, and the memories of his past life flashed through his mind one by one like a tide.
In Madara's eyes, Tang San seemed to have fallen into deep contemplation at this moment because of his words.
Thinking of his bizarre time-travel experience, Tang San took a deep breath, raised his head and replied, "I believe it!"
Madara nodded with some satisfaction, and then began to explain in detail to Tang San: "Yes! There are indeed gods in this world! And you can become a god by passing their assessment! Only through this method can your strength grow rapidly!"
Tang San was so thoughtful. When he heard Madara's words, his eyes widened in disbelief and stared at his brother. He was extremely surprised and said, "Could it be that? Brother, you!"
"I have obtained the inheritance of a god! It seems to be called Asura God! After this competition, I will search for these places where the Gods' tests exist! There will definitely be one that suits you!" Spot nodded and said naturally, as if searching for the places where the Gods' tests exist was easy for him.
However, only Tang San knows how dangerous the assessment place left by those powerful men called gods will be?
However, his brother was willing to risk many dangers for him without hesitation, and he also wanted to find a way for him to continue to become stronger. How could this not move Tang San?
"Brother!" Tang San's eyes seemed to be filled with a layer of purple mist, and his voice was inexplicably hoarse.
Growing up, his father only stayed with him for a few years and was extremely irresponsible. Only his brother Madara was willing to travel thousands of miles to the Shrek Academy.
Madara's dream is to become a strong man, and even to escape the scenery of the entire continent, but because of his incompetent brother, he can only temporarily dormant in the Shrek Academy, and he knows all these Tang San!
Tang San himself once secretly vowed to become stronger as soon as possible and stop holding his brother back!
Tang San also has the feeling that once he grows wings that can fly freely, Madara will also chase his dreams and leave him, which makes him feel extremely contradictory!
"Go back and have a good rest! Don't affect your condition for the competition! Leave the rest to me and your teacher!" Madara lightly punched Tang San's strong chest, and laughed as if there was no burden.
However, Tang San, who was at peace at this time, knew deeply that there had already been a storm outside because he was Clear Sky Douluo's son, but Madara and Grandmaster were able to bear the storm for him.
"Brother! I finally understand why you are so eager for power!"