Fire Release: Great Fire Annihilation

"Blood Pupil Asura, Blood Pupil Asura! Crush him!" The spectators seemed to have found their support the moment Madara appeared, each shouting louder than the last.

"Toy, you finally came!" Under Dai Mubai's wary gaze, Madara slowly emerged from the darkness at the entrance.

"So it really is you!" The instant Dai Mubai saw Madara, he recognized him as the enemy who had humiliated him outside the city. He spoke in a low voice.

"I hereby declare this Soul Fighting match officially begun!" After saying that, the host hurriedly left the arena, as though afraid of being caught up in the brutal battle to come.

"White Tiger, Martial Soul Possession!" Enemies meeting were especially quick to anger. Without another word, Dai Mubai activated Martial Soul Possession, revealing three spirit rings—yellow, purple, purple—that shone brilliantly.

"The game is about to begin!" Madara watched Dai Mubai complete his Martial Soul Possession with great interest, while his Sharingan quietly opened.

"Quit putting on an act!" After activating Martial Soul Possession, Dai Mubai became even more hot-tempered, as if affected by his Martial Soul.

"White Tiger Protective Barrier!" Dai Mubai sped forward close to the ground, moving like a bolt of white lightning. At the same time, he roared and unleashed his First Spirit Skill, a milky white glow appearing around his body.

At least he isn't completely stupid!

Madara's three spirit rings—yellow, yellow, purple—reflected against Dai Mubai's. What no one noticed was that Madara's second spirit ring flashed with an almost imperceptible light.

"Why isn't the other guy moving? Did he get scared stupid?" Oscar turned around and asked doubtfully from the stands.

"Who cares! Boss Dai is an assault-type beast Martial Soul master. We definitely have the advantage!" Beside him, the chubby Ma Hongjun clenched his fists and cheered himself hoarse for Dai Mubai. "Boss Dai! Smash him!"

Very soon, Dai Mubai, swift as the wind, charged to within three steps of Madara like a fierce tiger. At the same time, he swung his sharp claws toward Madara.

The sharp tiger claws, carrying a fierce gale, slashed heavily at Madara, who stood frozen in place.

Closer. Too close!

Dai Mubai could practically hear the pleasing tear of his claws ripping through the other man's flesh. A savage smile appeared on his face, now bearing White Tiger traits.

But the instant his tiger claws touched Madara, the smile on Dai Mubai's face froze.

"An afterimage?" Dai Mubai stared in shock at the figure before him as it gradually turned illusory.

"My turn!" The voice came just as abruptly as before, as if its speaker had pressed right up against his ear from behind. In an instant, Dai Mubai's hairs stood on end.

As Dai Mubai turned, his tiger claws struck out first, but they hit nothing but air.

"Something's wrong!" Dai Mubai immediately became alert. Realizing something was amiss, he stayed where he was and desperately shook the Soul Power within his body, stimulating himself in the process.

It seemed as though something had shattered! Dai Mubai suddenly felt as if he had awakened from a dream and returned to reality.

"Boss Dai, what just happened?" Xiao Wu stood in the spectator stands, leaning slightly over the railing in an effort to see more clearly. She was anxious, but also puzzled.

"It should be an illusion technique." Tang San looked at that all-too-familiar figure, speaking absentmindedly in a daze.

This figure, and those eye Martial Souls... they're far too similar! Could it be...?

Tang San seemed to think of something. His eyes widened in surprise, faint purple light flickering within them as he quietly activated Purple Demon Eye.

"I've already kicked you out of the trash category!" Though Madara stood in the arena, he seemed more like a spectator, as though he were praising Dai Mubai.

But to Dai Mubai, that applause was no different from humiliation.

"Who do you think you are?!" Killing intent bloomed in Dai Mubai's mismatched eyes. Without hesitation, he charged at Madara again.

Madara quietly removed the scythe from his back and held it loosely in one hand, standing there casually with a disdainful smile curling his lips.

That's it? And he wanted to make Uchiha Madara take action against him?

Clang! Clang!

Madara blocked every one of Dai Mubai's strikes with incomparable precision. Like an unshakable reef, he remained unmoved no matter how fiercely the waves battered him, while shattering each incoming wave with brutal force.

"Ah!" Dai Mubai roared as he attacked with all his strength. His originally red and blue pupils were quietly stained with blood-red.

But before absolute strength, everything was nothing but an illusion!

"Hahaha! Weren't you supposed to be strong?" Dai Mubai attacked with exhilarating ferocity. Though he was breathing heavily, he showed no sign of stopping. Instead, his speed increased even further.

The spectators who had originally supported Madara now began cheering for Dai Mubai instead. The atmosphere had reached a fever pitch.

It seemed that in the next moment, Madara might be crushed and defeated by Dai Mubai.

"You don't think this is all my strength, do you?" Madara was nearly angered into laughter by these ignorant people. He looked at Dai Mubai with pity.

That gaze, as though he were looking at a small animal, deeply stabbed at Dai Mubai's already fragile heart.

"Now, this boring game is over! Despair!" Madara's grim voice seemed to come from the Nine Nether hells, cold beyond measure.

The moment Madara's words fell, Dai Mubai suddenly felt catastrophe bearing down on him. His sixth sense screamed wildly.

With only limited time, Dai Mubai rapidly unleashed his Third Spirit Skill, White Tiger Protective Barrier.

Perhaps this Spirit Skill, which he considered incredibly powerful, could save his life!

Years of training had allowed Madara to raise his Sharingan to another level, reaching three tomoe. Along with it came the unlocking of Fire Release ninjutsu—just like now.

Fire Release: Great Fire Annihilation!

A sea of flames instantly filled the entire Soul Fighting Arena. Even those in the spectator stands could feel the scorching heat, their eyebrows and hair singed.

Everything was dyed red, and people's vision was consumed by the raging flames.

"Boss Dai!" His companions in the stands cried out in alarm, clearly caught off guard by the sudden turn in the battle.

"Headmaster! Hurry and save Dai Mubai!" Zhu Zhuqing could no longer maintain her cold expression. She spoke with desperate urgency, almost pleading.

"It's fine! Mubai is still alive!" Flender had already spread his wings, ready to rush into the arena at any moment.

But unless Dai Mubai's life was truly in danger, he would never do so. The Soul Fighting Arena had stood tall on Douluo Continent for so many years; the power behind it was not something they could afford to provoke.

After burning for a while, the blazing flames dispersed. Fresh air rushed in to fill the space, even whipping up a fierce wind.

"Cough, cough!" Dai Mubai finally emerged, allowing his companions to breathe a sigh of relief. He staggered to his feet, clearly badly injured.

If he had not used his Third Spirit Skill at the very last moment, Dai Mubai would have long since been roasted into charcoal.

"Your desire to survive has made me see you in a new light!" Madara was quite surprised that such a weak Soul Elder had managed to block two of his Spirit Skills.

"Then I'll give you one more chance to dance!" The surprise on Madara's face was once again replaced by contempt. He held his head high and looked down at Dai Mubai as though he were an ant.

"Dance desperately, and entertain me!"