Chapter 17: Guess who's back.

"Welcome our Crimson-eye Asura here!" the host shouted feverishly.

"What's going on? Didn't the Crimson-eye Asura just finish the match?"

"This is also the first time I have heard, don't the Arena of Souls let people rest?"

Madara is still so calm as if he didn't put anyone in his eyes, step by step stepping onto the stage of the fighting.

"It is the famous Ironclaw Demon Bird who is fighting our Crimson-eye Asura!" The host said while the iron was hot: "This is another cross-level challenge, and it's a step Level 9! Blood pupil Asura is about to make history again!"

Madara's disdainful curled his lips, skipping levels to challenge, is there anything better than to this to promote the arena's name?

ding!

The host looked at kunai pinned to his microphone, and couldn't help shaking constantly.

Madara didn't look at the host from the ground, and said indifferently: "Noisy!"

"Hahahahaha! Kid! You have the guts at least!" Iron Claw laughed. But the gloom in his eyes became more and more intense and said: "We are really alike, the same kind of people! We are all carnivores!"

"Same kind? Don't you think too much of yourself? You are no predator, you are just a free-range chicken!" Madara said amused at the words of his opponent, 'a chicken dares to rival a lion, hah~"

"Now I announce that the game has officially started!" The host flapped his wings and flew away from the fighting platform with swords drawn and bows bent like an escape.

There is no need for him to warm up the scene. Two life and death battles a day are enough to ignite the blood and passion of everyone present.

"Let's see if you have the qualifications to excite me!" The moment Madara Spirit was possessed, the Ninja Tool in his hand burst out.

Ding ding! dong dong!

All Ninja Tools fell to the ground weakly after hitting the iron claws to protect the wings of the whole body.

"Boy! Your little tricks are useless to me!" The iron claws' Spirit possession has been completed, and the hidden head was protected behind under the iron wings.

"die for me! jié jié jié jié!" Iron Claw smiled like an old crow and came quickly.

The pupils in Madara's eyes shrank abruptly, energizing the spirit power and Chakra of within-the-body with all his strength, leaping to the side as much as possible.

As soon as Madara left the place, a huge claw came and stepped fiercely on the stone slab.

Suddenly, countless rubble splashed and even fell on the audience stage. The stone slab had long been broken to pieces, and everyone could feel the underfoot shock.

Iron Claw turned around and stared at Madara with a faint smile: "Do you still think that I am a chicken? Little boy!"

Ostriches are indeed only a few species. Some flightless birds, but their speed and the power of the soles of the feet are absolutely rare in the world.

Why should I learn to fly? In order to avoid these kicked craps?

Madara lifts the head slowly, sweeping the iron claws with sharp eyes like a sword.

"I'll teach you! Carnivores are also divided into meat-eating tigers and carrion-eating vultures!" Madara despised the iron claw as if it were just an insignificant fly.

Now, it seems that I can do a warm-up exercise!

Madara's face was stained with a hint of blush, and his heart had accelerated uncontrollably, pumping hot blood to the whole body.

"Don't talk big here!" Iron Claw rushed up fiercely again. In the eyes of the ostrich who is extremely good at running, the huge arena of souls has just started to move that's all.

Madara is also carrying his scythe without the slightest hesitation to catch up, wanting to compete with Iron Claw.

"It's really courting death!" Iron Claw lifted his foot and kicked fiercely towards Madara's head, which was very ruthless.

This kick of the iron claws exhausted all his strength. If Madara was really kicked, it would definitely be nine deaths and a single chance to remain alive.

The experienced Madara will naturally not easily fall into the hands of a little character.

I saw that Madara was in danger, holding the group fan in one hand to resist, and the other hand holding the gunbai with the scythe.

Dang!

Madara only felt a huge force hitting the group fan, shaking her hands numb, squatting on the ground, and even scythe almost let go.

But Madara didn't take a step back, instead, she firmly held the group fan and forcibly supported it.

Even in the face of Hashirama, I will not take a step back, you are not qualified!

Madara resisted Iron Claw's claws and slowly stood up in Iron Claw's incredible gaze.

"It's just a chicken!" Madara's eyes are full of red light, full of madness and killing intent.

"What?" Iron Claw is unbelievable. A small one-ring Spirit Scholar has such ability.

Chance!

The single thought flashed through the mind, taking advantage of Iron Claw's sluggish moment to withdraw resistance, scythe supported the weight, and the thin body jumped up with strength, kicking on Iron Claw's furry head.

Iron Claw's head was kicked to the side by Madara, secretly said in one's heart, and he made a bad sound, and quickly shrank his head and protected it with his hands that turned into wings.

A gap!

Although the sharp scythe didn't cut off the top of the head, he also made a long wound on his wings.

Iron Claw glanced at the bleeding wound on the wing, and the intense pain made him shed a cold sweat.

Almost! If it wasn't for the quick response, then he would have been in a different world!

At this time, Iron Claw had no thought of playing with Madara at all, and his eyes were staring at Madara bitterly.

"Another weakling!" Madara taunted carelessly.

Yes, it is this kind of weakling's eyes, which was no different from the mobs of Ninja World.

"The warriors would have rushed over to kill me! Only the trash can hide in the corner and shiver in fear!" Madara sneered and said provocatively.

"Go! Go kill that Asura!"

"Don't really look like an ostrich with a shrunken head, just bury your head in the sand if you are afraid!"

"Boy, did you forget that I haven't used Spirit Ability yet!" Iron Claw grinned and showed his teeth, looking very hideous.

"Then use your Spirit Ability to add a bit of fun to this battle!" Madara joked with his scythe pointing at the iron claw.

"You will regret it!" Eyes like iron claws and knives projected on Madara's body as if he wanted to gouge a piece of meat from Madara's body.

The wings of iron claws crossed in front of him, the first spirit ring behind was lit up, and the feathers exploded directly, looking like a cat with exploded fur from a distance.

"Sky Feather Arrows!!!"

Suddenly the two wings of iron claws unfolded, and the feathers on the wings turned into sharp arrows, moving towards Madara like a torrential pear blossom.

sou! sou! sou!

The audience on the audience stage exclaimed because, from their perspective, the iron claw shot out a wall in an instant.

But can these stop Madara? It's a bit taken for granted!

In Madara's Sharingan, the tomoe is spinning fast. With his gaze, the feathers with sky-splitting sound gradually slow down in Madara's sight.

Just like the beast transformation brought by Beast Spirit, Sharingan also brought him a super dynamic vision.

The scythe in Madara's hand has been swept out of the afterimage, and all the feathers shot in front of him were chopped fiercely into fragments.

But there are too many feathers! Madara had to use a group fan and shot down a large swath of flying feathers with a single wave.

"Don't struggle! It's useless!" Iron Claw screamed frantically while using Spirit Ability to create flying arrows all over the sky, as if infinite.

"You die for me right here! ha ha ha ha!" Iron Claw showed a cruel face, with a crazed smile.

Madara's voice faintly came from the feather pile, as if it was winter cold: "Have you seen me use Spirit Ability?"

"Fire-Style: Great Fireball !!!"

I Uchiha Madara am back!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!

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