The Rise of Uchiha Madara

"Do you want to delay time? How could you little monsters succeed?" Zhao Wuji said ruthlessly in his heart.

Immediately, Zao Wou-ki increased his soul power from [-]% to [-]%, seeing that Tang San still dealt with it calmly, he gradually increased his soul power to [-]% and [-]%, outputting with all his strength.

The spotted eyes beside him became even colder, and the clenched fist of his right hand kept trembling. Seeing that Tang San was still able to resist by himself, he restrained his urge to shoot, but he also used the earth escape technique all the time. Once Tang San couldn't resist It can also resist the attack for the first time.

"How is this possible? They are just a group of great soul masters, how can they resist the full blow of the soul saint!" Tang San's operation shocked Zao Wou-ki's 50-year career as a soul master.

"Resisting with all your strength is of course impossible to resist the full blow of the Soul Sage!" Tang San sighed inwardly, "Although the spirit power of the four of us is far inferior to Mr. Zhao, we lined up and spread our spirit power into a triangle. If the soul power is gathered at one point, it can achieve the effect of continuously releasing power!"

Time passed minute by minute,

"Mr. Zhao, there is less than half a stick of incense left!" Dai Mubai reminded.

"Damn it, just play tricks to delay the time!" Zhao Wuji said after hearing Dai Mubai's reminder, "It seems that the time is also over!"

Zhao Wuji stretched out his other hand, and also slapped Tang San with his powerful Vajra Palm!

Even though most of the strength of the double-strength Vajra Palm was taken off, the strong pressure still made Tang San sweat and knelt down.

Zhao Wuji took the opportunity to withdraw his strength, raised his fist and hit Tang San and his party.

"Ah one by one!" Tang San and his party flew upside down in response.

Zhao Wuji turned his head, looked at the one-third of the incense that was not burned, then turned around and said to Tang San, "It's over! You are still too weak, come back next year!"

"Little San!" Ban immediately stepped forward to help him, "It's just a foregone conclusion of cat and mouse, what's so arrogant!" Ban said with cold eyes, supporting Tang San, looking at Zhao Wuji.

"You kid, who gave you the courage to talk to me like that!" Zhao Wou-ki looked towards Ban.

Madara helped Xiaosan and Xiaowu aside to rest, then turned to look at Wuji, "Tell me the truth!"

"Hmph! A brat, a waste that doesn't even have soul power, doesn't deserve to stay in our academy, Mubai, kick him out!" Zhao Wou-ki winked at Dai Mubai.

"Did you hear that! Teacher Zhao said, tell you to get out of our academy!" Dai Mubai walked towards Madara with steps that no relatives recognized.

"You alone deserve to talk to me like that!" Ban said, looking at Dai Mubai disdainfully.

After hearing this, Dai Mubai was also furious, he was a soul master after all, unexpectedly being looked down upon by a trash with no soul power, furious, he summoned the white tiger martial soul without saying a word, and attacked Ban Yipao.

Ban raised his left hand, and caught Dai Mubai's tiger claw.

"This...!" Not only did Dai Mubai stare dumbfounded at Ban's group, even Zhao Wuji and Tang San also looked at Ban in surprise.

"Brother... so strong!" Tang San exclaimed, clutching his chest.

"This one is called Madara, who obviously has no soul power..." Ning Rongrong covered her O-shaped mouth in surprise.

"Brother Madara, so... are you so powerful?!" After seeing Madara's strength, Xiao Wu was still terrified when she recalled last night.

Zhu Zhuqing opened his lips slightly, staring cautiously at Madara's body.

From her point of view, the White Tiger Martial Soul is a top-level assault-type beast Martial Soul, but now it is so easily challenged by this young man named Madara.

This Madara... is so powerful that it doesn't follow the rules at all.

Ban's left hand exerted strength, and with a snap upward, it directly broke Dai Mubai's right palm, before Dai Mubai yelled out in pain, Banan raised his right hand, an elbow hit the right wrist, Knock Dai Mubai to the ground.

Dai Mubai wanted to use his left hand to force himself to stand up again, but was stepped on by Madara's left foot, and stepped back to the ground.

Ban stepped on Dai Mubai, and said in a joking tone, "It's so pitiful! Can you see clearly? How big is the gap between us!"

Even though Dai Mubai was unwilling in every possible way, he still couldn't support Madara's heavy kick.

In a fit of rage, he directly activated the third soul skill - White Tiger Transformation.

The strong golden light also temporarily forced Madara back.

Dai Mubai stood up abruptly, exerted force on his hind legs, jumped forward, squeezed his left fist, and punched Madara.

Madara raised his right hand, effortlessly blocking Dai Mubai's full blow.

"Impossible! Under the White Tiger Vajra Transformation, I can easily break a big tree with a single punch. How could he do it with bare hands...?" Dai Mubai was shocked inwardly.

"How is that possible! Mubai's punch, even if it's me, has to activate the immobile King Ming body! This kid..." Not only Dai Mubai, but even Zhao Wuji looked at Madara in surprise, his expression changed from before His contempt began to become extremely cautious.

Ban Xiemei smiled, but didn't take Dai Mubai's ridiculous power to heart.

Madara laughed mockingly, annoyed Dai Mubai again, "Damn it!" Dai Mubai swung his not-so-clever left fist after punch.

Banner effortlessly dodged Dai Mubai's attacks again and again, and then, seeing the timing, squatted down and spun 180 degrees, raised his right leg, kicked Dai Mubai's chin with a heel kick.

Dai Mubai suffered from severe pain, his spirit dissipated and flew in the air.

Madara moved quickly, turned around and strangled Dai Xiubai's neck with one hand, "Aren't you hateful? Aren't you also being strangled by me now?"

Dai Mubai's legs left the ground, suspended in the air, tossing and turning, his left hand weakly grasped Madara's hand strangling his throat, struggling frantically.

"Do you know why you lost to me? One is that you overestimated your own strength, and the other is that you underestimated my means!"