Reunion

What caught Xiao Wu off guard was that Madara showed no intention of bracing himself. Instead, he went with the fall, using one foot to kick at her slender waist.

Xiao Wu had not expected Madara to react like that. Normally, when someone lost their balance, they would instinctively try to support themselves—even her Third Brother was no exception.

If Madara did that, he would fall into a disadvantage and give his opponent an opening.

Xiao Wu had not expected Madara to be such a freak. He would rather risk injuring himself than ruthlessly and decisively drag his opponent down with him.

Xiao Wu had no choice but to twist her slender waist slightly, dodging Madara's heavy kick at an angle impossible for an ordinary person.

But then, the force transmitted through her braid pulled her off balance.

Xiao Wu had misjudged Madara's strength. She had not expected the seemingly delicate Madara to have over a hundred jin of weights strapped to his body.

Having lost her balance, Xiao Wu fell forward. All she saw was Madara's fist rapidly enlarging before her eyes, and she could only raise her hands in panic to shield herself.

It's over!

Xiao Wu closed her eyes, regretting and resenting her own recklessness. She should have waited for Third Brother.

At that moment, a strong palm pressed down on her shoulder from behind, keeping Xiao Wu from falling due to her lost balance.

Xiao Wu opened her eyes in confusion and discovered that the fist before her had been blocked by a tender, fair hand.

The owner of that hand had his other hand resting on Xiao Wu's shoulder.

"Brother!"

"Xiao San!"

At the critical moment, the one who stopped Madara was none other than his younger brother—Tang San!

Whew! Tang San let out a sigh of relief.

That had been far too close. Both of them were his family. He did not want to see either one hurt.

"Xiao San! It's actually you!" Madara could not hide his excitement. He had originally planned to go to Nuoding Junior Soul Master Academy to find Tang San, but he had never expected them to meet here.

"Brother! He was bullying me." Xiao Wu tugged Tang San's hand and spoke pitifully.

"Stop it, Xiao Wu! He's my big brother." Tang San could only explain with a bitter smile.

Madara raised his brows. It seemed his younger brother had pretty good luck with romance.

Tang San then explained the entire sequence of events to Madara. It could be considered a case of no friendship without a fight, and now Xiao Wu was calling Madara "Big Brother" more smoothly than anyone else.

As for Xiao Chenyu and those unlucky fellows, Madara had no time to bother with them now.

Before long, Tang San brought Madara to his dormitory, though there was no one else inside at the moment.

Madara asked with great concern, "Xiao San! How have you been here? Has anyone bullied you?"

"Brother, do you think anyone could bully me?" Tang San remembered what Madara had said when they parted and asked in return.

Beside them, Xiao Wu felt a little guilty and nodded along. Indeed, no one dared bully Tang San—except Xiao Wu.

After several months apart, both Tang San and Madara had grown taller, and their bodies had become much sturdier than before.

"Big Brother! Is Father doing well?" Tang San's face was full of longing.

"He has already left. After all, he has his own things to do." After thinking it over, Madara decided to tell Tang San the truth.

"What?" Tang San suddenly stood up, then sat down weakly again, his face filled with desolation.

"Third Brother!" Xiao Wu said worriedly, taking Tang San's hand.

Tang San waved his hand, indicating that he was fine.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A rhythmic knock sounded at the door, and Xiao Wu went over to open it.

The door opened, and a middle-aged man walked in. His face was ordinary, but his eyes were bright and spirited. Though he wore plain clothes, he exuded an air of learning and wisdom.

"Teacher, why are you here?" When Tang San saw the visitor, he hurriedly stood up and asked respectfully.

"I heard someone from your family had come. I came to take a look," Grandmaster said with a nod.

"You're Tang San's teacher." Madara narrowed his eyes and sized him up.

"That's right. My name is Yu Xiaogang. People call me Grandmaster." Grandmaster nodded, speaking calmly under Madara's scrutiny.

"Are you strong?" There was a trace of excitement in Madara's tone.

A bitter expression flickered across Grandmaster's face before returning to calm. "No. I'm merely a two-ring Soul Grandmaster."

Madara could not help feeling disappointed. He had thought this was some expert who could exchange a few moves with him.

Madara asked coldly, "Then what right do you have to be Tang San's teacher?"

If he was just a fraud who dared deceive his younger brother, Madara would definitely kill him.

"Big Brother! You're not allowed to speak about my teacher like that. What he teaches me is knowledge." Tang San spoke with some displeasure. A teacher for a day was a father for life. He did not want someone he respected to be misunderstood by his family.

"Just as Xiao San said, what I impart is knowledge, not strength. A master's strength cannot be inherited, but knowledge can." Grandmaster was utterly unfazed by Madara's murderous appearance as he spoke unhurriedly.

Madara finally put away his contempt. Someone who possessed knowledge was indeed terrifying. For example, Orochimaru, one of Konoha's Three Ninja.

The knowledge Orochimaru had left behind had indeed been passed on, creating Kabuto, one of the masterminds behind the Fourth Shinobi World War.

These thoughts flashed through Madara's mind in an instant. He countered, "In my view, a teacher should not only impart knowledge. They should also pass on spirit!"

Wherever leaves burn, the Will of Fire will exist, endless and unceasing.

When the First Hokage was dying, that spirit was passed down. Though Jiraiya had already died, his will to bring peace to the world had been inherited by his disciple Naruto.

When he was on the verge of death, Madara had let go of his resentment and acknowledged the First Hokage and his Will of Fire.

After all, I was once a Hokage too!

"Spirit?" Grandmaster pondered Madara's words. Looking at Tang San beside him, he seemed to suddenly gain insight.

"Xiao San, take your sister to eat first. Your brother and I have matters to discuss." Grandmaster turned to Tang San.

"Alright!" Though he was curious about what his teacher wanted to discuss with his brother, Tang San still obeyed Grandmaster's order. After all, his teacher would not harm him.

"What is it? You can say it now, right?" Madara was somewhat baffled as well.

"Someone asked me to take better care of you brothers. You should know who I mean, right?"

Madara could think of only one person: Tang Hao!

"Then, may I take a look at your Martial Soul?" Grandmaster asked with great interest.

He was extremely curious just how talented Madara was, for Tang Hao to consider him even more outstanding than Tang San.

Madara activated his Martial Soul Sharingan and revealed his soul rings. "Uchiha Madara, Level 18 assault-type Soul Master."

Grandmaster was instantly so shocked that his eyes went blank! A seven-year-old Level 18 Soul Master—this was the first time he had ever seen one in his life.

He truly was a monster. Calling him a freak was no longer enough.

After all, Tang San had only just broken through to Level 15.

In less than a year, he had climbed from an ordinary person without even a soul ring to Level 18.

Grandmaster felt his theories being severely challenged. "How is this possible? Even among the 23 peerless geniuses on Douluo Continent with Innate Full Soul Power and Twin Martial Souls, none cultivated this quickly."

"There are 24 peerless geniuses on Douluo Continent, but there is one and only one Uchiha Madara!" Madara declared arrogantly.

Madara had seen plenty of geniuses. But the only ones who had truly given him trouble were two children of destiny who lived off the favors of their predecessors.

There was one and only one Uchiha Madara! Across all Douluo Continent, no one could compare to Madara!

"Originally, he wanted you to study under me for a while as well," Grandmaster said, momentarily speechless. "But it seems that won't be possible."

Such a proud genius would never be confined within a tiny Junior Soul Master Academy.