Chapter 16: A Deal with the Manager.

Madara looked at the cheering crowd, suddenly feeling dull. 'Is this kind of cheering meaningful? I didn't even finish the warm-up exercise.'

Madara shook the scythe in his hand, shaking off the blood drops on it, and then walked out of the fighting platform without looking back, leaving everyone with a cool back.

What Madara didn't see was that the manager who allowed him to play just now had excited rays of light in his eyes, staring straight at Madara's back.

The registration counter:

"Settlement!" Madara said, slapping the medal on the counter.

It is the receptionist who received Madara just now who is working at the front desk, and her expression was like seeing a ghost.

How long has it been? After the lady received Madara, she only went to the bathroom, and when she came back, she saw that Madara was already standing there before her.

She had heard about it on the way to take Madara to the stage, his opponent is the famous Rockfang Demon Pig. So in her opinion, it was basically impossible to come back alive.

Seeing Madara at this time is like seeing a ghost come back to life.

"Okay, okay!" The receptionist nodded like a chicken pecking on grain and quickly began to settle the procedures with Madara.

"Spirit Master Lord, these are the gold coins you deserve and your soul-fighting medal, please take them!" She respectfully handed out a small bag of gold coins and the soul-fighting medal with both hands on the tray.

"Spirit Master Lord, please wait a moment!" the manager shouted as he ran.

"It's you, what's the matter?" Madara looked at him indifferently. This is not easy to deal with, if Madara's strength would have been weak, he will even be cheated to death by him. So, he had no good feelings for the manager.

The manager took a breath, and then with a charming smile, he said to Madara, "Hello, this Spirit Master Lord! My name is Jerry, and I'm Chief-In of the Great Spirit Arena of Soutuo City!"

"What do you want?" Madara asked with his voice, a little impatient.

"That's it! I want to work with your Excellency. I don't know if you want to win with no difficulty every time!" The smile on Jerry's face froze because he saw Madara simply ignored him and walked straight towards the outside of the arena.

"Not interested!" Madara waved back with her back to him.

"Not going to think about it? If that's the case, I will have to come to the arena in the future..." Jerry moved towards Madara's back to lengthen his tone on purpose.

Madara stopped, 'is this threatening me, Uchiha Madara?'

Interesting!

Madara put the scythe in his hand on Jerry's shoulder, and said playfully: "Are you threatening me?"

Quick, too fast!

In the blink of an eye, Madara stood in front of Jerry like he just teleported, leaving Jerry with no time to react.

"No No No! Little friend! You don't understand what I mean!" Jerry was so frightened that he didn't dare to move and quickly explained, that he knew how powerful Madara was with the scythe.

Even if rocks can be smashed in an instant, Jerry doesn't think that his small body can survive the sword.

Jerry is one of the Chief-In-Charge in this Arena. He thought he would be sure to deal with Madara, but he didn't expect to encounter a lunatic who would draw his sword if he didn't agree.

He didn't even expect that some people would dare to risk the retribution and take action in the Great Spirit Arena.

Being the Chief-In-Charge of this arena of souls is naturally not a simple role. Jerry quickly calmed down and said: "I'm working with you, just want you to get Victory, earn some gold coin that's all by the way!"

"Oh?" Madara was indeed interested.

Looked Madara was a little moved, and Jerry also took advantage of the trend to express his plan: "I can arrange your opponent for the next game! So that you can win, we can also make sure that your name is famous before the next week."

Madara somewhat understood that Jerry's Arena of Souls needs a mascot, which is why they came to offer him.

Madara suddenly felt that if it was just such a cooperation, it would be very good, so he put the scythe in his hand from the manager's shoulder.

Haaah~

Jerry just now stretched taut's body is also slightly relaxed, he knows Madara should agree.

Jerry quickly entered the state, and suggested to Madara on the side: "Next time I will arrange an opponent below Level 25 for you! It will be easier for you to win!"

"No! I will only fight those better than me!" Madara licked her dry lips, thinking that there will be so many powerful enemies fighting with him in the future, that he is almost unable to bear his burning desire for a good fight.

Loser and weakling, there is no value to be crushed!

"However, I have one more request!" said Madara.

Jerry made another request to Madara. It was a bit unexpected, but he said politely: "Please tell me!"

"Every game I participate in will be a life and death battle!" Madara laughed madly, revealing a horrifying level of bloodlust.

Sharingan's breakthrough must be between life and death, squeezing out every bit of one's potential, so as to survive through certain death.

That guy just now, but he didn't even force my Spirit Ability out! Let alone force my full strength.

"Every game! Are you sure?" Jerry was a little unbelievable with his ears. In his opinion, Madara is courting death.

"Isn't this what you want?" Madara snickered.

"Okay! When do you plan to start?" Jerry asked after agreeing.

"Not time better than now!!!"

......

"Are you sure? Don't you need to take a break? "Jerry said in a hurry behind Madara.

Jerry really wanted to use Madara to increase the popularity of Jeno's Arena of Souls, but he didn't want him to fall on the stage because of his arrogance.

Don't get it wrong, it's just because that will make him lose money, Madara's welfare did not concern him personally, it was all about the coins.

"I am not like the trash I killed before!" Madara said disdainfully as he walked off.

Seeing that Madara was determined, Jerry had to be compelled by circumstances, "I can't do anything with you! Go and make the arrangements for him."

"Manager, there is one now. Life and death battle!" The assistant said embarrassedly as if there was something wrong.

"Oh? Who is it?" Madara asked curiously.

"It's me!" A shouted voice came from behind the three people. Madara turned around and found a big man walking toward him.

Compared with his strong body, his head is surprisingly small, and his legs are strong and strong, accounting for more than half of his height. It looks surprisingly funny.

"Yan Ya was my good brother through childhood, now you kill him! You have to walk with me on the stage of soul fighting!" This person spoke while gnashing his teeth, looking at Madara with eyes filled with hatred.

"Iron Claw Demon Bird, Level 28 attack system Spirit Grandmaster, Spirit: Ostrich!" Jerry reminded Madara in a whisper behind his back.

When Madara heard Jerry's reminder, not only was she not worried, she became excited, and provoked Iron Claw: "Loser has no value! Come and kill me if you have the ability! Your challenge, I accept it!"

"Very good! I'm waiting for you on the stage of the fighting arena!" Iron Claw smiled grimly, he didn't think he would lose to a one-ring Spirit Scholar.

What Iron Claw didn't know was that the dead Yan Ya thought so too, when he was alive...

After Iron Claw left, Jerry said impatiently: "Are you crazy? A ten-level gap! Do you think you will win?"

Madara looked arrogantly He glanced at him and said slowly: "I, just worry that he is not strong enough to warm me up!"

A/N: Another fight coming and please leave me some good reviews...