"Teacher! Are you all right?" The boys and girls could hardly believe their eyes. Their Spirit King teacher, whom they had considered invincible, had actually been defeated by a boy even younger than themselves. They all hurried over.
"Is that the best you can do?" Madara casually tossed the blood-red kunai up and down in one hand, looking indifferently at the crowd below as though he were a god gazing down from on high.
"Cough, cough! How could you be this strong?" Ye Zhi Qiu's face was ashen. He could not believe that he, who had held the upper hand just moments ago, had been defeated so easily.
"Oh? Are those your last words?" Madara gripped the blood-red kunai in a reverse hold, his killing intent sweeping over Ye Zhi Qiu.
Since they had already become enemies and even come to blows, Madara, as a ruthless ninja, could see no reason to spare his life.
"Brother Madara! What are you doing? Don't act rashly!" Oscar was the first to notice something wrong in Madara's eyes and immediately shouted a warning.
Madara turned back and shot the group a look of frustration, feeling that they were far too indecisive when it came to handling matters.
"Hold it!" A lazy voice drifted over from nearby, interrupting Madara's next move.
"Teacher Zhao! You finally came!" Ma Hongjun cried out in delight when he saw Zhao Wuji's sturdy figure approaching at an unhurried pace.
"Damn it! I was gone for barely any time, and you've already caused trouble!" Zhao Wuji cursed, yet there was not the slightest hint of blame on his face.
During dinner, Zhao Wuji had left early because, as an academy instructor, he had many duties to attend to. But that had also been meant as an opportunity for the youngsters