"Interesting!"
Watching the sword in Ning Feng's hand grow increasingly sharp under the amplification of Lightning Release chakra, Madara chuckled in a low voice.
The wound from the Flying Thunder God kunai Ning Feng had thrown earlier was already healing rapidly.
"Limbo: Border Jail!"
The four shadow clones that had just returned to his body emerged once again.
As a fellow Rinnegan wielder, Ning Feng could naturally perceive Madara's Limbo clones.
However, Madara knew virtually nothing about Ning Feng's own Rinnegan abilities.
In battle, intelligence was often the deciding factor.
Ning Feng knew Madara so thoroughly that he was familiar even with the details of his childhood.
Every one of Madara's abilities was engraved in his memory.
Madara, on the other hand, only possessed fragmented information gathered from Black Zetsu and Obito.
At best, he had rough guesses about Ning Feng's powers.
As for the exact extent of those abilities—
He could only continue probing and testing.
"Your Sharingan... it's the Rinba type..."
While constantly evading Ning Feng's relentless attacks, Madara sighed in admiration.
"A Rinba Sharingan is supposed to specialize in enhancing ninjutsu power, yet your movements are this agile. You've clearly undergone extensive training."
"I don't need a relic of a bygone era judging me."
A mocking smile appeared on Ning Feng's face.
Even after being pushed onto the defensive, Madara still insisted on speaking in the tone of a senior evaluating a junior.
"Arrogant brat."
Madara's gaze sharpened.
It had been a long time since he'd encountered a youngster this audacious.
Slash!
Another sword strike landed.
A shallow wound appeared on Madara's body.
"To think a monster like you could emerge in such a peaceful era..."
Despite the injury, Madara's tone remained one of genuine admiration.
Ning Feng's strength had far exceeded his expectations.
Perhaps there truly was a reason Obito had failed to advance the Eye of the Moon Plan.
A person like this...
Even in the Warring States Era, he would have been an anomaly.
Perhaps only Hashirama and Madara himself could have stood against him.
"Susanoo!"
Although Madara's regenerative abilities had greatly improved thanks to Hashirama's cells, they were still nowhere near the instant recovery granted by Edo Tensei.
He needed time to heal.
Moreover...
Even Madara had become somewhat wary of Ning Feng's taijutsu.
Without a proper weapon in hand, fighting barehanded against Ning Feng was simply unwise.
So he resorted to the power he knew best—
Susanoo.
In the history of the Uchiha Clan, Madara had been among the earliest to awaken Susanoo.
No one understood the technique better than he did.
Because his opponent was Ning Feng—a warrior who genuinely pressured him—Madara immediately activated the Perfect Susanoo.
A terrifying pressure descended upon the battlefield.
A colossal blue warrior over a hundred meters tall materialized, nearly solid in form, sword in hand and expression stern.
Madara's chakra reserves were vast beyond imagination.
As a result, the chakra-made Perfect Susanoo he manifested was correspondingly terrifying.
The giant warrior towered over a hundred meters high, as though it could pierce the heavens themselves.
Standing within its head, Madara gazed down upon Ning Feng.
He had every reason to be proud.
He was the first person to awaken the Perfect Susanoo.
And the first to refine it to such a monstrous level.
Now, having awakened the Rinnegan and implanted Hashirama's cells, his chakra had grown even greater.
The power of his Susanoo had risen accordingly.
"Susanoo? Interesting."
Ning Feng wasn't flustered.
He was merely surprised that Madara had brought out Susanoo so quickly.
Then again, when two Rinnegan users fought, it made sense.
Only large-scale techniques like this could realistically decide the victor.
Whether ninjutsu, genjutsu, or taijutsu—
At their level, none could easily create a decisive advantage in a short period of time.
As Super-Kage-level shinobi, they stood at nearly equal levels in every category.
Ning Feng abandoned the idea of continuing the taijutsu and ninjutsu exchanges.
His eyes widened slightly.
At the same time, his chakra rapidly transformed into ocular power.
A massive amount of golden energy erupted upward.
"Hm?"
Madara had just raised the giant blade of his Susanoo when he saw a towering golden giant emerge.
It stood even taller than his own Susanoo.
In its left hand was a gourd-shaped sword.
In its right, a mirror without physical substance.
"This is..."
Madara's eyes widened slightly.
"The Spirit Weapons—the Totsuka Blade and the Yata Mirror?"
He stared in astonishment at the golden warrior before him.
The fact that this Susanoo was larger than his own was already surprising enough.
But those two legendary artifacts shocked him even more.
The Totsuka Blade and the Yata Mirror were famous throughout history.
One was said to seal anything it pierced.
The other could supposedly reflect any attack.
Of course, Madara knew the legends were exaggerated.
The Totsuka Blade's attack speed wasn't particularly fast.
Any Kage-level shinobi specializing in speed could avoid it.
As for the Yata Mirror...
Its defensive power truly was astonishing.
But its coverage area wasn't large.
It only protected about one-third of Ning Feng's Susanoo.
Whoosh!
Inside his Susanoo, Ning Feng swung the Totsuka Blade downward toward Madara.
"Susanoo: Twin Blade Flame Dance!"
Madara narrowed his eyes.
The blue warrior instantly drew two swords from its waist and struck back.
The moment the blades collided—
The earth erupted with deafening explosions.
The impact shattered the ground itself.
Countless clouds of dust billowed upward, engulfing the battlefield.
"Yasaka Magatama!"
At the same time, two additional arms suddenly extended from the back of Madara's Susanoo.
The hands spread open.
One enormous blue magatama after another shot toward the golden Susanoo.
Ning Feng immediately raised the Yata Mirror and blocked them one by one.
At the same time, wings unfolded from the back of his golden Susanoo.
It soared into the sky.
"Taking the battle into the air?"
Madara glanced at Ning Feng's ascending figure with interest.
Then his own wings spread.
His Susanoo rose into the heavens as well.
It had been a very long time since he had faced an opponent of equal caliber.
This battle had rekindled the fighting spirit that had lain dormant within him for years.
Slash!
The instant Madara's Susanoo reached the sky, a downward strike descended from above.
A terrifying sword aura carrying enough force to cleave ordinary shinobi in half crashed down.
Madara crossed his blades and blocked it.
The force was so immense that the blue warrior's feet sank several meters into the ground.
Half of each foot was buried deep within the earth.
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