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"Ah! Break!" Madara roared furiously, swinging the scythe in his hand down without reservation, straight at the completely defenseless Zhao Wuji.

Crack!

The golden phantom of the Immovable Wisdom King Body surrounding Zhao Wuji shattered like glass after meeting Madara's scythe, countless fine cracks appearing across it before it exploded apart.

But this bought Zhao Wuji some time. Judging by the force behind Madara's swing, if it struck him, even Zhao Wuji, a seven-ring Soul Saint, would not come away unscathed.

Without hesitation, Zhao Wuji turned and sent out a palm strike, intending to force Madara back.

But such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity might only come this one time. How could Madara possibly let it slip away?

Madara neither dodged nor retreated. He raised his free arm and blocked Zhao Wuji's incoming palm.

Zhao Wuji leaned back slightly, and the scythe passed within a hair's breadth of his head, even slicing off several strands of his black hair.

At the same time, Zhao Wuji's palm viciously struck Madara's left arm, instantly sending him flying amid the crackle of breaking bones.

"Brat! I truly underestimated you!" Zhao Wuji turned to look at Madara, who had landed and staggered back several steps. He raised a finger to brush the long, narrow wound on his face, speaking with genuine seriousness, all traces of his earlier contempt gone.

Zhao Wuji had acknowledged Madara, even though, as a Soul Saint, he had not even used half his strength.

"Continue!" Madara swayed slightly before steadying himself. To others, his grotesquely twisted left arm should have been painful enough to make him pass out, yet it did not affect him in the slightest.

It had been so long since he had felt pain like this!

Madara felt indescribably exhilarated. Even his powerless, dangling left arm could not dampen his passion for battle.

Zhao Wuji's attitude had gone from scorn, to surprise, and now, even shock.

He was already injured like this, yet he still wanted to get up and fight? Zhao Wuji was deeply moved.

"Isn't this enough already?" Ning Rongrong asked, utterly unable to understand after hearing Madara's provocation.

"It seems you still don't understand!" Tang San said, shaking his head as he looked at the puzzled Ning Rongrong.

"Battle is actually a form of enjoyment for him!" A weak voice came from behind them. Everyone turned around in surprise, only to see the heavily injured Dai Mubai weakly supporting himself against the wall behind them.

"Boss Dai, why did you come out?" Ma Hongjun hurried forward to help him.

"Cough, cough! I'm fine! Headmaster, hurry and stop them!" Dai Mubai coughed violently several times, then said breathlessly to Headmaster Flender beside him, "It won't end well for either of them if they can't hold back!"

"Alright, I'll go immediately!" Flender gave Dai Mubai a surprised look. He suddenly felt that this student of his seemed to have undergone some peculiar change. Then he flapped his wings and flew toward the field.

"Boss Dai, don't you hate him?" Oscar asked in confusion.

"Of course I want to beat him up! But that'll be after I've recovered," Dai Mubai said. Though his body was weak, he seemed to have cast off something heavy, exuding an indescribable air. "When I can defeat him fair and square!"

Zhu Zhuqing shot Dai Mubai a somewhat surprised sideways glance and still said in her icy tone, "You seem to have changed."

"Maybe I was beaten awake!" Dai Mubai smiled indifferently, brilliant and confident light blooming in his eyes.

He really had become different!

Tang San silently observed from the side and noticed the change in Dai Mubai as well.

Meanwhile, on the grass—no, perhaps it could now be called a patch of scorched earth—Madara began charging at Zhao Wuji with complete disregard for his life.

This was Uchiha Madara: a madman who took pleasure in battle, knowing only how to attack and never how to defend!

"Enough!" Flender descended from the sky, folding his wings and directly grabbing the wrist of Madara's scythe-wielding hand as he shouted.

"Are you trying to stop me?" Madara's eyes were bloodshot as he stared at Flender, killing intent spilling from his voice.

"Brother! Stop!" Tang San also ran over then, placing one hand on Madara's other uninjured shoulder and calling out worriedly.

Tang San was genuinely worried that Madara, carried away by battle, might attack Flender without a care for the consequences!

Madara was truly capable of doing something like that.

"You're Madara, right? I acknowledge you!" Zhao Wuji strode over as well, addressing Madara with a solemn expression.

"Do I need your acknowledgment?" Madara's words stirred up a fresh, inexplicable rage in Zhao Wuji, making him want to teach the brat another lesson. Fortunately, more than a decade of self-cultivation allowed him to take a deep breath and suppress it.

Perhaps in the eyes of others, Madara was no match for the combined force of the Shrek students, but only Zhao Wuji himself knew the truth.

At most, Tang San and the others had inflicted superficial injuries. No matter how many wounds there were, or how horrifying they looked, they would not threaten his life.

But if Madara had truly landed a close-range blow on his neck, he would be crippled even if he did not die!

What the hell did this kid eat growing up? His strength was monstrous!

At last, under Tang San's persuasion, Madara reluctantly left the scorched ground. But his face was full of displeasure; clearly, he had not had enough of the fight.

"Sooner or later, I'll fight you again!" Madara sat beside the table and let Tang San treat his wounds, yet he still provoked Zhao Wuji.

Madara's entire arm had become deformed and twisted. Fortunately, the constitution of a Three-ring Soul Master allowed him to keep fighting, but he needed treatment now.

"That's exactly what I want to say!" Dai Mubai responded from the side. He met Madara's surprised gaze without yielding in the slightest.

"A transformation? You've finally become a little more interesting!" Madara merely glanced at him, feeling only a slight spark of interest.

Back in the Shinobi World, how many had wanted to overthrow Uchiha Madara? Yet every one of them had become dry bones beneath his title of Asura!

Then Madara casually sliced open his own skin and set his displaced bones back into place.

Seeing Madara's expressionless, practiced manner, Ma Hongjun and Oscar's eyes twitched. It seemed they had better not offend someone this ruthless!

After everyone had finished tending to their injuries, Headmaster Flender instructed Tang San, "Alright! Xiao San, take Madara to settle in!"

"Perfect. I wanted to spend some time with Xiao San too!" Madara surprisingly did not object, calmly accepting Flender's arrangement.

Tang San wanted to support Madara, but Madara avoided him and chose to walk back on his own.

When Madara reached the door, he suddenly turned back to the people inside and said, "Then I'll stay here for a while and see whether your academy is truly worthy."

"Then watch closely!" Flender turned his head as well, a glint of gold flashing in his eyes—an answer brimming with confidence.

Madara? What a terrifying monster!