Self-Created Soul Skill: Uchiha Rebound

"How could this still be called a Three-ring Soul Master?!" Ma Hongjun shot to his feet from his seat on the platform, crying out in shock.

The little fatty had voiced the thoughts of everyone present. Yeah, could this still be called a Three-ring Soul Master?

Without question, Madara's frenzied fighting style left a deep impression on everyone, plunging them into profound shock.

"He really is a bit of a monster!" Flender said gravely, pushing up his glasses.

If Dai Mubai and the others could be called monsters, then Madara could only be described as a freak.

To be honest, Flender had traveled far and wide in his youth and seen much, but even a four-ring Soul Ancestor would not necessarily possess such insane combat strength.

If Madara had known, he would have flown into a rage. It was not like he had never killed a Soul Ancestor before!

But the crowd's discussion did not affect the continuation of the match in the slightest.

Dai Mubai's body swayed, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. His companions on the platform watched anxiously, some even wanting to rush down to save him.

"Dean! Boss Dai is going to die!" Oscar said in a panic.

"Dean! Save him!" Even Tang San could not help but urge the dean.

"We have to trust Mubai!" Flender shook his head, his eyes filled with faith in Dai Mubai.

"I haven't lost yet!" Dai Mubai vaguely heard his companions' voices. The pain from biting his tongue lightly instantly cleared his mind considerably.

"It seems you still haven't realized the gap between us!" Madara's expression remained as indifferent as ever, completely unmoved.

"Then let me see exactly where the gap between us lies!" Dai Mubai's unyielding spirit infected everyone present.

So what if the difference in strength was enormous? Dai Mubai would not stop throwing his fists because of that.

"Roar!" Dai Mubai hunched over and let out an angry roar, charging forward with a tragic air.

A wounded beast was the most terrifying kind!

Dai Mubai felt that he had never been in such good condition. The pain across his body seemed to turn into a stimulant, pushing him into an excited state.

Dai Mubai arrived in an instant, reaching out with clawed hands to seize Madara's shoulders.

Madara neither dodged nor evaded. He stood there stiffly like an indestructible boulder, firmly rooted in place.

Dai Mubai's immense force slammed into Madara's shoulders. The powerful recoil traveled through Madara's body and into the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust around his feet and even cracking several of the stone slabs beneath him. It was clear just how powerful Dai Mubai's strike had been.

Unfortunately, it did not affect Madara in the slightest. Dai Mubai's attack vanished like a clay ox entering the sea.

"Are you scratching an itch for me?" Madara crossed his arms arrogantly, tilting his head as he looked at Dai Mubai, who was giving it everything he had.

"Is that so?" Dai Mubai had lost his earlier dashing appearance. A scheming smile appeared on his soot-blackened face.

Dai Mubai's charge had only taken an instant, the moment when he fiercely slapped Madara's shoulders, and he had not slowed down yet.

Using his forward momentum, Dai Mubai pressed both hands against Madara's shoulders and flipped forward violently. The instant his feet touched the ground again, he used the force of his waist to fling Madara away.

Madara was thrown into the air. He was somewhat surprised, but not panicked. Dai Mubai's image as trash in his eyes improved slightly. At least he knew how to adapt and was not completely useless!

For a moment, the audience cried out in alarm, as though they themselves were the ones fighting on the stage.

"Great!" Ma Hongjun's face was full of delight. Excitedly clenching his left hand into a fist, he slammed it into his palm.

"This is bad!" Tang San was not pleased in the slightest. Instead, his brows furrowed tightly as he thought to himself.

If nothing unexpected happened, the person on the stage really might be Brother. From what Tang San knew of him, Madara could never lose to such a petty trick.

Yet the truth was that Madara seemed to have been caught off guard and thrown into the air, instantly losing the initiative. He could only defend passively and take hits. Tang San could not make sense of it no matter how much he thought about it.

Dai Mubai's eyes lit up. The second soul ring behind him burst with dazzling light, firing a brilliant white beam toward Madara in midair.

White Tiger Fierce Light Wave!

"Beautiful!" Flender slammed his hand against the railing of the stands and praised him sincerely.

Whether it was his grasp of the opportunity or his use of his soul skill, Dai Mubai had done everything perfectly. Victory seemed within reach!

"Mere grains of sand cannot compare to even a fraction of me!" Madara, soaring through the air, showed no panic whatsoever. Instead, the corners of his lips curled into a disdainful smile as the Uchiha War Fan fell into his hand.

The blinding, radiant beam made everyone present squint instinctively and look up at that streak of blood-red within the dazzling white light.

The beam, as thick as a water barrel, had already shot toward Madara. It was about to engulf him completely.

At this moment, so close to victory, everything in Dai Mubai's eyes became incomparably slow. He could even see the relief and joy on his companions' faces.

Am I going to win? he thought. But Madara's faintly upturned lips gave Dai Mubai an uneasy feeling.

"Hahahaha! You have entertained me!" Madara's arrogant laughter rang out.

Not good!

At that critical moment, Madara gripped the War Fan tightly and, with unstoppable momentum, violently struck the white beam.

"Uchiha Rebound!!!"

The white rainbow beam, which had been traveling at tremendous speed, abruptly stopped. Then, as if reflected by a mirror, it was fiercely struck by the War Fan and sent flying back.

"What?" Flender's eyes widened in disbelief, shocked by the scene before him.

"How is that possible?" The popcorn Ma Hongjun had just stuffed into his mouth all fell from his gaping jaws as he stared blankly at the Soul Fighting Arena.

"What is this?" Dai Mubai had no time to react. He could only barely cross his arms before his chest and defend with all his strength.

"Block it!" Dai Mubai squeezed out every last trace of Soul Power and roared in frustration.

Dai Mubai was immediately blasted away by his own soul skill, like a kite with its string cut. He slammed hard into the wall and was even embedded in it.

Dai Mubai slowly slid down the wall, collapsing limply onto the ground like a rag doll that had been played with until it broke.

"Have you already lost the strength to dance?" Dai Mubai weakly opened his eyes and saw a pair of feet before him. He barely raised his head to see a pair of blood-red eyes looking down at him from above, while a regretful voice reached his ears.

"Cough, cough! Just how strong are you?" Blood spilled from Dai Mubai's mouth as he weakly asked Madara. The light in his evil eyes had completely faded, leaving only gloom.

"What kind of expression is that? Haven't you already experienced the gap between us?" Madara scoffed, brimming with confidence.

"This is the power of Uchiha Madara!" Madara turned around and looked up over the spectators' stands, yet it gave everyone the illusion that he was looking down upon all living things.

Uchiha Madara... he was so strong it was despairing! That thought flashed through Dai Mubai's mind, and then his consciousness sank into darkness.