"You look very strong! This really excites me! What about you?" Fanma's eyes lit up and he said as he walked, without any concern that the other eight people's gazes had merged into one.
It's been a long time since I've felt such a passionate feeling.
Madara looked at Fanma walking towards him with long strides, as if everything around him had disappeared and became no longer important. At this time, his mind could only accommodate this man who could be called his old enemy.
Strong people can sense each other, and Fanma gave Madara the feeling like another Lion appeared in his own territory. Even if he was far away, he could feel his tyrannical aura from a distance. "Fanma, right? We should be considered the same kind of people!" With everyone stunned, Madara walked forward unprepared and stretched out his hand to clasp the palm-sized hand stretched out by the muscular beast in front of him.
"Aren't you afraid that I will take the opportunity to kill you?" Fanma lowered his head and looked at Madara, who was almost half his size and age, and grinned, revealing his pale fangs.
"Don't be afraid! I believe you won't do this!" Madara said with determination as he looked up at the iron tower-like figure blocking all the light in front of him, with a gleam in his eyes.
Madara had already smelled the same kind of smell from the man named Fanma when he entered the field, and the other person should do the same.
People like them are usually called madmen. Invincibility has long been their norm. They long for victory but also enjoy the process of fighting. Without that hearty process, no matter how sweet the fruits of victory are, they will be tasteless.
"Boy, don't hold back! I can feel the energy that is about to boil suppressed in your body! Show your strongest state!" Fanma twitched his nose and said with a slightly tangled brow and some displeasure.
"As you wish!" Madara's eyes were bright red, so bright that a normal person would die from the murderous aura and blood energy inside them if he looked directly at them. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a sinister smile, and he slowly spat out four words.
The next moment, blood-red steam spurted out from every pore on Madara's body and gathered together, as if it had transformed into a blazing torch, making it particularly dazzling in the entire dark killing arena.
Eight Inner Gates, No. Five Gates Gate of Limit, open!
The flame shadow formed by the blood expanded several times in an instant, and the abyss-like solemn momentum swept from Madara's body like a tsunami, setting off countless waves of earth surging around, and the small gravel surrounding Madara slowly floated away from the gravity of the earth.
Fanma looked up to the sky and laughed, the laughter echoing throughout Hell Slaughter Arena like a loud bell, even overwhelming the noisy discussion in the audience.
Fanma's red hair was blown wildly by the strong wind set off by Madara. He slowly lowered his head, his eyes filled with excitement and fanaticism that could not be concealed. Looking at Madara in front of him, he solemnly declared, "Hahaha! My trip was indeed not in vain. It is my greatest honor to be able to fight you or even kill you with my own hands!"
"Me too!" Madara quietly unloaded his burden, Soul Power activated throughout his body to maintain the strongest state, and the fighting spirit already boiling in his chest seemed to be impatient and even ready to come out, always ready for the next battle.
"Hey, do you want to fight or not? I didn't pay to see you acting here!"
"Hahaha! If it doesn't work, give up the resistance quickly, and you will die faster!" The people who came to watch the game had their hands stained with an unknown amount of blood in City of Slaughter. Even if the gods came to the world, they dared to fight hard. At this time, a lot of shouts and curses were directed at Madara and Fanma.
"Shut up!" Hearing these chirping sounds, the muscles on Fanma's face twitched slightly and suddenly became slightly ferocious. He turned towards the idle people in the audience and let out a hysterical roar like Lion.
What a disappointment! Idle people like them have no idea what this battle means to Fanma?
"What annoying flies! Madara, why don't we, whoever gets out of Hell Slaughter Arena alive, go and clean up these flies?" Fanma's roar like Lion instantly silenced the entire venue, and then he went about his business and complained to Madara like an old friend, "Before tasting the delicious meal, seeing them is really unappetizing!"
A lion's friend can only be another lion. It was obviously the first time for Madara to meet Fanma, but they were as familiar as old friends for many years.
"After eating a big meal, of course you have to clean up the flies attracted around you! I totally agree with this!" Madara nodded happily and also smiled slightly.
"But let's play a little game to warm up! Let's see who can kill more?" Fanma only then remembered that there were other people in the field, and he turned his head to look at them in hindsight. The aura of the strongest beast king in the forest made their hair stand on end.
"That's what I meant! Save me from getting in the way for a while!" Madara licked the corner of his scarlet mouth slightly and said, flipping his wrist and the heavy sickle came into his hand. The sickle buzzed as if to celebrate the upcoming fight between dragons and tigers.
The next moment, the two figures, one large and one small, turned into two cannonballs. With unstoppable momentum, they rushed towards the eight people like two speeding trains, cracking and shattering the floor and sending smoke and dust flying wherever they passed.
"Stop looking down on others! Go to hell!" There was a gangster who was thin but as agile as a monkey. When he saw the two men being so powerful, a trace of cruelty flashed in his eyes. He actually refused to retreat and instead rushed towards Madara with a determination that was as decisive as a fight to the death.
This seemed to also wake up the other seven people. Their eyes were covered with a layer of scarlet, and they roared and rushed towards their respective targets while waving various weapons.
"That's ridiculous! Do you think you can stop me like this?" There was a trace of disdain in Madara's eyes. His speed did not slow down at all, but the sickle that had been dragging behind him was thrown forward fiercely.
The thin monkey-like figure watched as Madara's sickle was thrown over with a whining sound, and he didn't even think about raising the knife to resist.
A long knife as tall as him was inserted deeply into the gap in the stone slab in front of him. He clenched the handle of the knife with both hands and stared at the rapidly enlarging sickle, preparing to resist the huge impact.
Close! Too close!
The sickle was about to collide with his long knife, but to his surprise, the impact he imagined did not come. His knife actually snapped like paper and broke straight away. Under his horrified eyes, the sickle struck him without losing force, and instantly cut him into two pieces.
Madara's figure just happened to pass by him at this time, and he picked up the scythe stuck on the ground. He continued without even slowing down his pace, rushing forward as if his death was so insignificant and he was so overestimated!
On the other hand, when Fanma encountered the first person's oncoming attack, he did not resist and completely ignored it. The muscular body was like an indestructible tank. While the swords and weapons were approaching, countless sparks were wiped out. Under the horrified eyes of the person, it slammed into him and crushed him without any pause.
The two men were killing each other like tigers entering a flock of sheep. It was simply a one-sided massacre that could not be called a battle. In an instant, blood and flesh were flying everywhere, and the air was filled with an indispensable smell of blood.
In front of Madara and Fanma, who have transformed into killing machines, all resistance is almost in vain and will only increase their despair!
No matter how powerful the attack is, it will have no effect on them. The two of them are like Asura and demons sent by the gods to the world to punish the guilty people.
"I killed four!" When everything had settled, Madara flicked the blood on his sickle, turned to Fanma and raised his eyebrows.
"It seems that we have no winner in this game!" Fanma also shrugged slightly, threw a frightened head on the ground and rolled it several times, saying with a trace of regret on his face.
The game is over!