Fanma's powerful and heavy punch, with a fierce wind, was like an out-of-barrel cannonball, hammering down hard towards Madara in front of him.
Bantou felt the extremely sharp aura without even raising his head. Without hesitation, he held the sickle in front of his chest in an attempt to block the blow, and then was knocked away as if being crushed head-on by a speeding train.
After landing, Ban staggered back a few steps. His feet landed on the ground and left footprints on the Shenxian floor, which was enough to offset the huge impact.
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However, the scythe in Madara's hand was not so lucky. The originally straight blade was made of Iron Essence, but now it was bent by this punch, which shows how shocking the power of Fanma is.
However, Madara rushed forward brazenly, colliding with Fanma with a ferocious momentum like a madman, punches hitting the flesh, making a dull collision sound.
At this time, Madara used his smaller body to turn around much faster than the bulky Fanma. He used the sickle made by Iron Essence to create narrow wounds one after another around Fanma, which was like a hill of muscles.
Madara felt that what he valued every time he made a move was not a person's body but a huge granite. Even granite should be chopped into pieces in Madara's violent attack. Fanma's body is harder than granite.
Fanma's speed is as weird as his strength, and he can keep pace with Madara. However, his huge size makes it difficult to defend in time in many places, so he simply gives up defense and concentrates on catching Madara with punch after punch.
Although Madara seems to have the upper hand, the damage he can cause is neither painful nor itchy to Fanma. However, once Madara is hit by Fanma, a punch will only cause shock and make people feel a rush of blood.
In an instant, the entire battlefield was filled with the afterimages of the two men's battle, as if thousands of troops were fighting at the same time.
The defensive barriers around the battlefield have been shattered in the aftermath of just a few rounds of fighting. The killing field, which is called the strongest barrier and cannot be opened, is like a joke. If they want to leave, the two of them can leave at any time.
However, continuing the next battle here or even killing their opponents is the meaning of their trip!
"Fanma, one strike will determine the outcome!" Madara panted violently, with sword-like light in his eyes, and shouted towards the miserable-looking Fanma.
"Okay!" Fanma became more ferocious like a wounded beast, and with every move he made, he brought up a strong wind and hit Madara desperately.
"Morning Peacock!" Madara took a deep breath, clenched his fists with both hands and stepped on one foot before leaping into the air. Facing Fanma below, he shouted angrily with all his strength while waving his iron arms to create afterimages, shooting huge fireballs one after another.
This is not Soul Skill, but a flaming air cannon formed by the friction between the iron fist and the air with super strength. The fireballs are like flaming elves crossing various graceful trajectories, but they all rush towards the direction of Fanma.
Suddenly, the entire battlefield was lit up with the color of the flames, just like the most gorgeous fireworks, which made Fanma's excited face turn red.
"Come on! The strongest defense!" Fanma roared loudly, with an even ferocious expression on his face. He was as majestic as Lion with a roaring hair, and his muscles surged like the most solid physical armor, brazenly fighting against the flaming butterflies in the sky.
"Fanma!" Madara's fist was so fast that ordinary people could not see it clearly. Even he himself could not withstand the reaction force of the fist and his arm ached faintly. However, Madara didn't care at all and laughed happily. All he could see was Fanma who was frantically attacking on the ground to resist.
"Madara!" Fanma also had a maniacal smile on his face, which was like the intersection of countless muscles. The originally extremely terrifying momentum continued to climb to a peak, as if the two of them were not facing life or death, but the thing that made them most happy.
"Please die!" The bloodthirsty in Madara's Sharingan was extremely bright. Finally, he crossed his fingers to hold the hammer, drained all the remaining strength of himself and swung the hammer desperately. The terrifying kinetic energy burst out in that moment even made Madara Qian's well-tempered arm whimper.
A huge bolide was directly shot out by Madara, dragging its burning tail flames and falling towards Fanma who was still on the ground.
"Roar!" Fanma's eyes were red at this moment. He transformed into the strongest beast and let out an inhuman roar. His eyes reflected the rapidly enlarging bolide, and he also used his own power to blast out with all his strength, even breaking through the limits.
The bright and dazzling light instantly drowned the figures of Fanma and Madara, and the other spectators could not help but shed tears and close their eyes.
When they opened their eyes again, the dust had already settled! Fanma lost! The only result of failure in Hell Slaughter Arena is death!
Fanma's body was burnt black and half-kneeling in the field without making any sound, as if it had truly turned into a statue of a brave man.
Madara's Eight Inner Gates was also lifted. The sequelae hit him the moment it was lifted, as if every cell in his body was whining, making Madara groan involuntarily.
Very few people can push Madara to such a point, Fanma is already something to be proud of!
Madara staggered to the front of Fanma, looking at the fallen hill with recognition and reverence in his eyes.
Fanma, with such a strong body, I would like to call you the strongest!
Madara raised his hand on his chest and performed a Soul Master ceremony towards Fanma, then placed his hand on Fanma's corpse which was obviously dead but still extremely energetic, and a Soul Power wave flashed through and was successfully collected into his own Storage Ring.
"I will bury you next to a truly strong man. This is the rule for lions not to play with wild dogs!" Madara said secretly in his heart to Fanma, who was already dead.
"Hahaha, if such a strong bastard dies, this fight really wasn't in vain!"
"As expected of Asura King! He is as strong as a mad dog. If you bet on dogs outside, you will definitely win!" After a period of silence, the audience suddenly started boiling like a frying pan.
After all, such a brutal battle was unheard of in City of Slaughter in the past hundred years, especially since the entire battlefield was almost reduced to ruins, it was really an eye-opener for them!
As for the dead Fanma, the dead here are meaningless, so what if they were powerful in life? Just spit on his body and he can't get up and strangle you to death! This is the real carnival that belongs to the wild dogs after the lion is killed in battle!
And these cheers and shouts obviously stung Madara's heart of respect for his old enemy. Fanma was the man whom he Uchiha Madara considered to be the strongest!
Maybe what Fanma said is right, these annoying flies should also be cleaned up!
Madara was already injured at this time, but the bloodlust in his eyes became more intense. He took the hammered sickle, put away the Shuriken Kunai and other ninja tools, and ran towards the exit.
When Madara arrived at the exit of the auditorium, most of the villains were still reminiscing about the battle just now and had no idea that a killing god was waiting here.
"Fanma, I made it out alive! According to our promise, it should be my task to clean up these annoying flies!" Madara raised his hand to wipe the bleeding nose. It could be said that he was seriously injured, but he stood here with his steely will.
Then, let the killing begin!