Battle Against Zhao Wuji

A body as powerful as a ferocious beast of the forest, paired with seven spirit rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black—made him exceptionally conspicuous and intimidating. "Great Vajra Bear?" Madara sized up Zhao Wuji in his Martial Soul Possession and asked coldly.

"Looks like you know your stuff! Are you scared?" Zhao Wuji grinned, casually rolling his arms and producing a frightening series of cracks.

"Scared?" Madara sneered. Could a seven-ring Soul Saint frighten Uchiha Madara? Not even a Titled Douluo could!

"Kid! Get ready! I'm starting!" Zhao Wuji tested the swing of his palm, producing even an explosive burst of air. Its power was obvious.

"Then come on!" As Madara answered, a ninja tool suddenly appeared in his hand. Without even looking, he flung it at Zhao Wuji, intending to catch him off guard.

"Same style as Xiao San! You really are brothers!" Zhao Wuji froze upon seeing the blades in Madara's hand, then said with an amused smile.

Zhao Wuji had anticipated it. He had long been prepared for the hidden weapon attacks Tang San had displayed earlier.

Zhao Wuji had suffered once under Tang San's strange hidden weapon attacks, so he was naturally more cautious now. His First Spirit Ring flashed, and the Immovable Wisdom King Body he had used to resist the explosion silently activated.

Countless densely packed ninja tools and Kunai shot toward Zhao Wuji like snowflakes.

"You damned brat, don't tell me that's all you've got?" Zhao Wuji stood with his hands on his hips and his chest thrust out, ready to take the attack as he taunted him disdainfully.

Having fought across the Shinobi World for years, Madara understood that anger could not cloud one's judgment in battle. Zhao Wuji's taunts went in one ear and out the other.

"Then try seeing whether you can take this little bit of skill from me," Madara replied, drawing Zhao Wuji's attention away.

The Kunai, Shuriken, and other ninja tools in the air suddenly collided with one another in pairs as Madara spoke with Zhao Wuji, changing direction. Every weapon shot toward Zhao Wuji's vital points.

"How... how did he do that?" Oscar's jaw nearly dropped to the ground as he exclaimed in astonishment.

"It's technique!" Tang San had just been about to answer when the headmaster, who had been watching from the side, stepped forward to explain. Yet his eyes remained fixed on the two fighters.

What a monster! He had actually brought technique to such a level! Flender marveled inwardly. Even though he also disliked Madara's behavior.

Zhao Wuji had not intended to defend himself at first, but after the ninja tools changed trajectory, he discovered that they were exceptionally ruthless and dangerous. Every one of them aimed for vulnerable spots such as his eyes and ears.

"Immovable Wisdom King Body!" Zhao Wuji was not worried in the slightest. As he roared, a golden phantom of the Wisdom King seemed to envelop his body, making him appear incomparably sacred and majestic.

Clang, clang, clang!

The moment Madara's ninja tools struck the phantom, it was as though they had hit stone. They could not advance even an inch, then fell powerlessly to the ground with a series of clatters.

"What a pity!" Flender, who should have been on Zhao Wuji's side, shook his head and said regretfully.

In terms of technique, that move had been simply perfect. It could not have been any more perfect!

"Just wait and see! Teacher Zhao will definitely teach him a proper lesson this time!" Ma Hongjun viciously swung his fist, as though he were striking not empty air but the heinous Madara himself.

"That may not be the case!" Tang San, who had been silent at the side, suddenly spoke with a bright gleam in his eyes. "If you don't believe me, let's make a bet!"

"Fine! Let's bet!" Ma Hongjun turned toward Tang San in surprise and replied angrily. Clearly, he still harbored deep resentment over Tang San's brother injuring Dai Mubai.

Tang San smiled indifferently. "Whoever loses has to eat ten of Oscar's sausages!"

"Ah! N-no problem!" Ma Hongjun thought of those ten sausages, then thought of Oscar's lewd incantation and could not help shuddering. Still, he forced himself to agree.

The battle in the arena did not end because of their conversation. Instead, it became even more intense.

"Kid! Are you scratching an itch for me?" Zhao Wuji had been a wild devil in his youth as well. Taking hits without striking back was clearly not his style. While calling out to Madara, he had already activated his Second Spirit Ring.

Zhao Wuji stepped forward fiercely, and his bear paw, as large as a fan, swept viciously toward Madara.

One had to know how terrifying an attack from a Soul Saint was. It was absolutely not something Madara could easily withstand at present. Thus, Zhao Wuji had held back some of his strength beforehand, intending to blow Madara away with the force of his palm.

Not good!

When an expert made a move, one could immediately tell whether they had real ability. While that palm was still in midair, Madara felt as if he were about to be slapped into minced meat alive. Alarm bells rang in his heart, and he immediately focused his mind to respond.

Yet Madara's next action still exceeded Zhao Wuji's expectations. Rather than retreating as everyone imagined, Madara charged forward as if he had gone mad.

The Shrek students found the sight before them utterly inconceivable. Someone was actually rushing forward to take a Soul Saint's attack instead of dodging it.

Ning Rongrong covered her small mouth, which had fallen open in surprise, and asked in disbelief, "Is he crazy?"

"No!" Flender possessed the highest cultivation in Shrek, and his insight was beyond anyone else's. Seeing the eager looks of the students, he could only sigh and continue explaining, "Old Zhao's Great Vajra Palm covers the area in front of him. Even if Madara retreats, he'll be blown away by the palm wind. Once he gets hit, he won't have another chance!"

After hearing the headmaster's explanation, everyone finally understood. At the same time, they were deeply moved by Madara's ruthlessness and decisiveness.

Only by moving forward could he evade Zhao Wuji's Great Vajra Palm. But in such a life-or-death crisis, how many Soul Masters could remain calm enough to make such a decisive judgment?

While everyone chatted, the battle continued. Madara was like an agile monkey charging into a bear's embrace, looking exactly as though he had thrown himself into a trap.

Yet this allowed Madara to narrowly evade Zhao Wuji's inevitable palm strike. Then, like a slick loach, he slipped beneath Zhao Wuji's armpit without a scratch.

After that, like a blind bear catching fish, Madara and Zhao Wuji began a game of hide-and-seek. Neither could touch the other.

"He's too slippery, isn't he?" For the first time, Zhao Wuji felt an immense headache when facing a Three-ring Soul Master.

Madara's Sharingan provided an absurd boost to his dynamic vision. Coupled with his own reaction speed, although he was far slower than Zhao Wuji, his reactions were quick enough that Zhao Wuji, caught off guard, actually failed to land a hit.

"Huff... huff..." Madara panted heavily, and even the muscles in his legs felt as though they were cramping.

With Madara's current stamina, he could even support days and nights of continuous battle in the Combat Soul Forest. Yet at this moment, it seemed somewhat insufficient.

Zhao Wuji's pressure was simply too great. Every dodge demanded Madara's full strength, leaving him no room to conserve even the slightest bit of stamina.

As for spirit skills, Madara had no time to use them at all. Any slightest pause would bring Zhao Wuji's bear paw down upon him.

Looks like I have to go all out!

Although Madara's body was exhausted, his spirit seemed to have been sublimated, and he was incomparably excited. Immersed in the exhilarating battle, he grew at a rapid pace beneath the pressure of life and death.

The battle lust buried deep in Madara's bones had been ignited!