I Will Definitely Kill You

After Madara settled down at Shrek Academy, the academy began to enter its მშვიდ everyday routine.

Every day, the Shrek Seven Devils carried out their usual training. Of course, in Madara's eyes, it was nothing more than some boring little tricks.

After all, ninja training methods were far more scientific and effective than theirs.

Madara spent more of his time at the Soul Fighting Arena every day, once again stirring up a bloody storm there.

Combat was the best way to improve one's strength. Perhaps if Madara sparred with the people of Shrek, they might be evenly matched, but once it escalated into a fight to the death, there was no doubt that Madara would be the one left standing.

Those who had never seen blood were ultimately flowers raised in a greenhouse—fragile and unable to withstand a single blow!

"I'm exhausted!" After finishing her run, Ning Rongrong stretched her sore shoulders and complained.

"Can't be helped, everyone's tired! Rongrong, stop complaining!" Xiao Wu comforted Ning Rongrong from the side. "What's with that? Why does that guy get to rest over there?" Ning Rongrong puffed out her cute little cheeks and asked indignantly.

"Are you sure I'm resting?" Madara, who had been idly teasing Kurama, raised his head and looked at Ning Rongrong.

"Urgh!" Kurama, thoroughly annoyed, dodged Madara's hand. He was a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, after all, and naturally had his dignity. How could he allow himself to become a pet for a human to play with?

Though he had countless grievances in his heart, they had all been suppressed by Madara with a single hand. He could only swallow his anger, and now that he had an opportunity, he escaped Madara's claws.

"Y-Yes!" Ning Rongrong answered with a lack of confidence, her gaze shifting away.

There was no helping it. Madara's crazed appearance that day had left a deep psychological shadow on the young miss!

"Then watch carefully!" Madara stood up, brushed the dust from his clothes, and said with a cold smile.

Madara slowly untied a knot on his right shoulder with his left hand. Accompanied by a booming crash, nearly ten weights slammed onto the ground. In an instant, dust flew everywhere, swallowing everyone's figures within it.

"Cough, cough! Are you kidding me?" Oscar's eyes widened as he stared at the small craters left by the weights, utterly dumbfounded.

Madara crossed his arms and shook his head pityingly. Looking at them as though they were weak children, he said, "The gap between us is this vast, yet you can't even tell whether I'm training?"

Then, ignoring the Shrek group's reactions, his body moved so quickly that it seemed as if he had teleported. He appeared beside Kurama, grabbed his tail, and lifted him up without regard for his struggles.

"Urgh! I'll kill you!" Kurama frantically tried to claw his way free from Madara's grasp, but it was all useless. He could only snarl in rage and threaten him.

Naturally, he was roaring at Madara through the telepathic connection between summoned beasts, so Tang San and the others could not hear him.

"How about this? I'll let this fox go. If you can catch him..." Madara held Kurama in one hand and raised the other, curling his fingers at the group to signal them over. "I wouldn't mind teaching you a few things!"

"What do you take me for?" Kurama flew into a rage, wishing he could tear Madara to pieces right then and there.

"Do you mean it?" Ma Hongjun jumped up excitedly, his eyes shining as he asked eagerly.

Although everyone disliked Madara, they acknowledged his strength from the bottom of their hearts. Now that they had heard they could find a way to become stronger themselves, they were naturally overjoyed.

"Do you think you're worth me deceiving?" Madara said disdainfully, his face filled with contempt.

As for why Madara wanted to teach the people of Shrek, aside from Tang San being his younger brother, he had found that these people possessed barely passable talent compared to the trash outside.

Though they could not contend with Madara, they had at least risen above the rank of mere gravel.

Madara had originally thought this unfamiliar world would bring him more enjoyment. Yet after several years of experience, he had looked around and found himself without an opponent.

At least back in the Shinobi World, Hashirama had been able to match him and could even suppress him at times.

At a time like this, the only thing that could arouse his interest was nurturing a few capable fighters to challenge him, just like raising wolves for battle!

I'll teach you my techniques, make you stronger, and then have you come back to fight me. That's what makes things interesting!

"Then you can't go back on your word!" Oscar also stepped forward, afraid that Madara might change his mind.

"Xiao San, they can participate, but you cannot!" Madara nodded, then looked at his younger brother and said, "Your strength is relatively greater!"

In truth, even if Madara had not said so, Tang San would have withdrawn on his own. Setting aside the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, he could at least use Blue Silver Grass spread across the ground to slow Kurama down. That would make the exercise useless for the others!

"Begin!" Madara released his hand, and Kurama instantly leaped free. He landed nimbly on the ground, then turned around and bared his fangs at Madara.

"Do you want to resist?" Madara looked down at Kurama from above, a disdainful smile curling across his lips.

"I swear I'll definitely kill you someday!" Kurama roared at Madara unwillingly.

What Kurama did not know was that in Madara's previous life, there had also been a great Nine-Tails fox that had clamored about killing Madara. Yet later on, whenever it saw Madara, its legs would go weak with fear!

Just as the unyielding Kurama wanted to continue competing with Madara, he suddenly noticed a shadow covering the ground before him. Turning around, he discovered that the Shrek group had somehow surrounded him.

"What do you want?" Kurama suddenly felt a sense of impending doom.

Everyone wore malicious smiles, their eyes gleaming like hungry wolves, yet they spoke in gentle voices. "Be good, little one. Don't move!"

The training forest instantly erupted into chaos. Fox howls and human shouts blended into a tangled mess, making the entire forest lively.

"Ah! I'll definitely kill all of you someday!"

Kurama still could not use his power in the real world. He could only howl while dodging them.

"Brother, isn't this a bit too much?" Tang San looked somewhat unwillingly at Kurama, who was being chased around frantically, and pleaded with Madara.

"It's fine! He's just a disobedient beast!" Madara waved his hand indifferently, cutting off what Tang San wanted to say next. "This is a good chance to teach him a lesson!"

"Looks like this is another little demon king!" Zhao Wuji, who was hiding nearby and observing in secret, said with a headache.

"Our academy will be more lively this way!" Flender smiled, though he always gave off a crafty and sly impression. "This is how we can motivate the students to grow quickly!"

"Do you believe that brat will teach them his hidden techniques?" Zhao Wuji casually waved away a fly that had come close and asked offhandedly.

"Who knows?" Flender looked uncertain, but a moment later, he returned to his appearance of a crafty merchant. "If he does, then we'll have struck it rich!"

"Madara, I'll definitely kill you!!!" Kurama's miserable howl shook the heavens, startling countless birds into flight throughout the forest.