Chapter 14: The start of a Legend.

"Little San is happy to be here, I entrust him in your hands." Madara took the scythe and gunbai from the table and stood up to leave.

"Where do you want to go next? Do you want to stay here with your brother for a while?" Grandmaster still asked unwillingly.

"I'm going to visit Great Spirit Arena, the capital city. I believe there must be a lot of interesting people." Madara's face showed an expression of yearning and expectation as he touched the scythe and his gunbai in his hand. 'You haven't seen blood since you were born, right?'

Madara was leaving quietly, not informing Tang San of his departure. In his opinion, there is no need, one day they will meet again, and that day was not far off either.

"Madara? I just don't know how big a storm you can raise in the capital!" Grandmaster thought.

A few days later, Madara came to Soutuo City on the road. Originally, he thought that Grandmaster's gift when he left would last him a long time. He didn't expect to spend that much on the road but shrugged it off when he realized that he was just thinking too much.

Here, a huge building resembling the Colosseum. There were bursts of cheers and a frenetic atmosphere, even Madara outside could feel it.

This is the Colosseum, basically, every major city has one in it. It is the place where Spirit Masters can improve their fighting skills and obtain and obtain gold coins on the go.

Madara came here, first to raise travel expenses, and second to hone himself in actual combat. After all, there are not many opportunities to fight against so many Spirit Masters.

Madara is now Level 19, maybe his Chakra Refining method is more effective, or his exercise played a role, the rank can go up like a rocket.

"Hello! Can I help you with anything?" When he came to the registration area, the reception lady asked with a smile.

"Is it possible to fight souls here?" Madara asked.

"Of course, you can, but you have to test the spirit power rank first. Then you can pay ten gold coins."

Ten gold coins. There are only ten gold coins left in Madara's pocket. However, he still registered without the slightest hesitation, like he was the physical incarnation of confidence. He has absolute self-confidence, he who fought an army alone and still came out on top, how could he lose to these chumps?

One ring Spirit Scholar, Level 19.

After the test, the receptionist's face was obviously a bit ugly.

"This Spirit Master Lord. In the Great Spirit Arena, you need to have two rings to register." The waiter said gently.

Is it all started with two rings? This news is really good for Madara

'Very good!'

If you can fight against people whose cultivation base is stronger than you, you can continue to challenge and breakthrough yourself, Madara felt glad to come here.

"Do you have a rule here that Spirit Scholars can't participate?" Madara asked somewhat displeased.

"This is not true. But we have never seen them fight at all!" The receptionist was also a little bit troubled. It was also the first time she encountered such a thing.

Usually, one ring cultivation base will not come here at all. Not only is it easy to be abused by others, but also because there are too few spirit rings for the audience's entertainment, there is no point at all.

"Then I will fight with those with two rings cultivation base!" Madara came here not to bully one ring Spirit Master, but to challenge himself and polish his fighting skills.

Yes, in Madara's opinion, going against the Spirit Master of the same cultivation base is bullying the other side.

At this time, a person who was obviously dressed as a manager happened to pass by them. After hearing what Madara said, his eyes lit up.

"This Spirit Master, are you sure you want to participate in the life and death battle of the two rings Spirit Master?" The manager said with a smile.

"Yes, otherwise what do you think I am doing here?" Madara snorted coldly.

The manager was overjoyed and immediately ordered the waiter: "Immediately handle the procedures for this Spirit Master. Let him have a life and death battle, otherwise, he can just go home!"

"Spirit Master Lord, please name yourself, the match will start now, yes, now immediately." The receptionist said anxiously.

"Let's call the Crimson-eye Asura!"

Madara, who had just registered, put on the iron mask handed over by the manager who was smiling and clearly harbored evil intentions and had a profiteer's smile on his face. He took Madara up to the fighting platform.

In the corridor to the Arena of Souls, Madara heard it from the talk in whispers of people coming from around.

It turns out that there is a Spirit Master called Brutal Bull, fighting today on the First Stage, he was injured by a Spirit Master who used poison. He died of poison before the second stage competition started.

Now there is an urgent need for someone to replace the man.

So that's how it is, of course Madara was caught in the mess. The eyes of the people around who looked towards are full of sympathy and compassion.

Madara doesn't care at all, he will never fall here.

"The Brutal bull, get out!" Madara entered the arena from the entrance. There is a big man with a fierce face in the field who is constantly clamoring.

Next to the crowd, there was a constant roaring audience shouting together: "I have paid 50 soul coins when I come here, I won't accept a pansy strutting around in the name of fighting!"

"Hurry up! Where are the people?"

When Madara stepped on the stage of the fighting arena, everyone's shouts gradually disappeared and turned into talk in whispers. "Isn't it a Brutal Bull? Why did he become a thin monkey?"

"The savage war bull does not wear a mask. The manager should refund the money!"

At this time, a middle-aged person dressed up as the host came onto the stage and said: "Everyone, the Brutal Bull can no longer participate. The current war Spirit Master is called the Crimson-eye Asura!"

"What you changed people halfway, refund my money!" The audience did not buy it. Many people are outright cursing at the management.

"Everyone, listen to me. Now this game is officially upgraded to a life and death battle. Our Level 19 attack system and Spirit Master Crimson-eye Asura challenged the Level 24 Rock-tooth Demon Pig."

"Life and death battle! Didn't expect there is such a life and death battle before! and death battle is 30 gold coins. Now you can see ten coins, it's really worth it!"

"What's the value? Didn't you listen to him? One ring Spirit Master! It's nothing good! The sight of being killed by that cruel man, how is it entertaining?"

"It's really one ring Spirit Master! Didn't I hear it wrong?"

The chatter continuously in the audience is noisy, and attention has been lost Transferred. The host was finally relaxed, at least they don't need to worry about refunding the money anymore.

As for Madara who was walking to the stage, he wanted to come in by himself, no one forced him to fight here, the Great Spirit Arena is not a place for charity.

Everyone thinks that Madara is bound to die this time, and even some people started to block him, to prevent him from going up to die, while the others waited in silence to see how long can Madara last and placed bets on it.

Life and death battle? Shouldn't every game be a life-and-death battle? Madara realizes that these people seem to want to fill the hole with themselves!

But life and death battle, this is my purpose here! Madara licked his dry lips, his breathing suddenly became heavy, and he felt that he needed blood to calm him down.

"I announce that the game is officially starting now!" After the host announced the announcement, he immediately spread his wings and flew up for fear of accidental injury. It looks like it should be some kind of a pheasant-like Spirit.

"Hey! Boy, are you taking the place of the Brutal Bull? What a misfortune!" The Rocktooth Demon Pig on the opposite side immediately charged up and laughed cruelly.

"I wanted to just cripple him. But I didn't expect that he would be sent to death!" Said the Rocktooth Demon Pig completed the Spirit possession, like a wild boar covered with mud. Immediately moved towards Madara and pounced.

Ban didn't say a word, just looking at his eyes, getting colder and colder as if looking at a dead person. It is a foolish thing to talk to someone who is destined to be killed in the next few minutes.

Sharingan opens. The original speed of the other side slowly slowed down in Madara's eyes.

Sharingan's dynamic vision is enough to let the fat pig be killed with ease.

"Now, dance well, come and entertain me!"

A/N: Stone me to death with those Power Stones.