Long Time No See

"I'm really looking forward to your next dance!" Madara suddenly wanted to spare his life. After all, there were far too few people who could truly entertain him. There might not even be one in the entire Soul Fighting Arena.

After Dai Mubai passed out, staff immediately brought over a stretcher and carried him away. Madara was left alone on the stage, basking in the crowd's cheers and admiration.

"The undefeated Blood Pupil Asura! Amazing, truly amazing!" many people shouted fervently.

"Great, he won! I told you betting on him was a sure win!" Some gamblers were so excited they nearly jumped up.

But none of this affected Madara in the slightest. He raised his head and swept his gaze across the stands, feeling somewhat bored.

Were there no true experts in this world? Were there only these little insects?

"Not a single one of you can fight!"

Madara turned and left, leaving everyone with a dashing back view that seemed incomparably mysterious and domineering.

Little kitty, I hope you won't be as fragile as this when you challenge me again!

"Brother, is that you?" Tang San gazed at the departing figure from the stands and silently asked himself.

"This feeling?" Madara seemed to sense something. At the same time, he turned his head toward the section where Tang San stood.

"Is that you, Xiao San?" Madara looked at that flash of deep blue in the stands, and his formerly dull mood instantly brightened.

"Brother! Long time no see!"

"Xiao San! Long time no see!"

"Hurry, let's go save Boss Dai!" Xiao Wu took the lead and dashed toward the resting area, with Oscar and the others close behind.

"Boss Dai! Wake up already!" Oscar helped Dai Mubai up from the stretcher and shook him violently, trying to wake him.

"Boss Dai, don't scare me!" Ma Hongjun, the little fatty, also spoke with a mournful face and tear-filled eyes.

Zhu Zhuqing stood off to the side. Her usual outward strength and coldness were gone, and her limpid autumn eyes brimmed with tears as she stood there without saying a word.

"Zhuqing, don't worry! He'll be fine!" Although Ning Rongrong was not particularly close to Dai Mubai, she and Zhu Zhuqing were still good sisters, so she took her hand and comforted her.

"He's still breathing! Oscar, feed him one of your sausages!" Flender hurried over, checked Dai Mubai's vital signs, and let out a sigh of relief.

Although Oscar's Soul Power sausages had no healing effect, they could at least restore some of Dai Mubai's Soul Power. For now, they could only try anything they could.

"Where's Tang San?" Seeing that Dai Mubai's condition had stabilized, Dean Flender finally realized that he seemed to have overlooked someone.

"Dean! I'm here!" Speak of the devil, and Tang San arrived, speaking as he walked over from the distance.

"Third Brother, where did you go..." Before Xiao Wu could finish, she saw the blood-red figure behind Tang San. Her eyes widened, as though she had seen something terrifying and could hardly believe it.

"That's the Blood Pupil Asura from earlier!" Oscar turned around, covering his mouth in shock and looking absurdly effeminate.

"You actually dare come here!" Ma Hongjun had spent the most time with Dai Mubai and was closest to him. Seeing his boss in such a state, fury flared in him as he rushed forward to argue with Madara.

"Calm down, Fatty! You can't beat him!" Oscar quickly grabbed Ma Hongjun, stopping him from doing anything rash.

"Do you even have the nerve to attack me?" Madara was utterly disdainful and did not take them seriously at all.

"You!" Ma Hongjun was furious and was about to square up with Madara.

"Ma Hongjun! Calm down!" Dean Flender frowned and coldly shouted at him as he was about to lose control.

Ma Hongjun's Martial Soul itself had a flaw. If his emotions fluctuated too much, his evil fire would accumulate abnormally quickly.

"Tang San, what is going on?" Flender asked with a cold expression and an unhappy tone.

"I only just found out that this Blood Pupil Asura is my brother, Madara!" Tang San lowered his eyes, not daring to look at everyone. His gaze shifted to Dai Mubai on the ground.

"What?" Everyone was somewhat shocked. They had never expected such a coincidence in the world.

For a moment, the atmosphere became rather strange. No one knew what to say.

"But it was your brother who beat Dai Mubai into this state!" Zhu Zhuqing stepped forward at this moment, breaking the deadlock and voicing what everyone wanted to say.

"I'll give you all an explanation!" Tang San firmly stood in front of Madara, his tone resolute and brooking no refusal.

Everyone from Shrek could see that Tang San was determined to protect Madara.

"Give them an explanation? Are you joking?" Madara pressed down Tang San's arm that was blocking him, then stepped farther forward as though provoking them.

"On the Soul Fighting Arena, strength speaks for itself! The strong live, the weak die!" Madara looked at them with a trace of contempt and mockery, saying indifferently, "It was good enough that I didn't take his life!"

If you don't even have that much awareness, why come to the Soul Fighting Arena? You might as well go home and play house!

"Am I wrong?" Madara took a step forward and stared unblinkingly at the crowd.

"You!" Flames burned in Ma Hongjun's eyes. He pointed at Madara with one hand, too angry to speak.

"What? You don't have the guts? Then come at me together!" Madara said as though he feared there would not be a fight, eager for chaos.

A dark hand grabbed the corner of Ma Hongjun's clothes, and Dai Mubai's weak voice sounded. "Fatty! He's right! We were simply inferior!"

"Boss Dai! You're awake!" Tang San hurried over and tightly grasped Dai Mubai's hand, secretly channeling the power of the Mysterious Heaven Skill into him as he exclaimed in delight.

"You can really take a beating, huh? You haven't disgraced the name of the White Tiger Martial Soul!" Madara was somewhat surprised. Despite suffering such severe injuries, Dai Mubai had woken up so quickly. His constitution was truly impressive.

As soon as Madara finished speaking, the gazes of everyone from Shrek fixed on him.

Madara ignored every one of those stares. He had seen far more vicious looks than these. Back then, every person in the Allied Shinobi Forces had looked at him that way. This was nothing.

Besides, only weaklings tried to hurt others with their eyes. If it were Madara, he would have charged in with his scythe without another word.

"Your name is Uchiha Madara, right? One day, I'll get this back!" Dai Mubai tried to struggle upright, but failed despite exhausting all his strength. Still, he spoke with absolute certainty.

"Enough! Let's take Mubai back to the academy first!" Seeing that this could not continue, Flender spoke to everyone.

"Fine! You, come along too!" Flender looked at the unconcerned Madara and could only sigh.