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"BOOM!!"
The ground cracked open, dust erupted, and in an instant, several Marines were blown away by the shockwave, coughing up blood as they flew.
"Crack! Crack!"
Fissures spread across the earth, and the ground trembled violently.
The sheer impact of the figure's landing was enough to speak volumes.
"Attack!!"
The Marines roared with frenzy, their battle cries shaking the skies. The moment Madara landed in their midst, he was immediately surrounded by a swarm of Marines.
The Mangekyō Sharingan spun rapidly in Madara's eyes, radiating a murderous glint. A faint smile crept to his lips.
"Now this is the kind of battle I've been waiting for. I can feel my blood boiling!"
With a thunderous stomp forward, his foot slammed into the ground.
"BOOM!!"
Chunks of stone exploded outward. The Marines rushing forward were instantly battered by flying debris, blood spraying everywhere as screams echoed through the air. Their bodies were hurled backward violently. Those standing behind them weren't spared either, knocked off their feet by the impact.
"This is exhilarating!" Madara's Sharingan burned an even deeper red. He twisted his body mid-combat, his fists lashing out with relentless speed.
His body moved in bizarre, almost inhuman contortions. His feet skimmed the ground, darting left and right as he dodged attacks from every direction.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
A barrage of muffled thuds rang out, Marines shot through the air like panicked sparrows.
"Kill!"
With a low growl, Madara drew the long blade at his waist and began to swing.
"Slash! Slash! Slash!"
In just ten heartbeats, rows of Marines had already fallen.
"Spread out! Use your guns!" A commanding officer at the rear shouted, his face turning pale at the sight.
Madara's eyes narrowed, he chuckled coldly.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Gunfire erupted, but Madara lunged forward, low and fast. Despite the sudden barrage, he effortlessly dodged the bullets. Through the Sharingan, their trajectories were crystal clear.
In just a few steps, Madara leapt high, landing directly above the officer's head. His blade slashed downward.
"SPLURCH!"
Blood sprayed, as the officer's body crumpled to the ground without a head.
Marine soldiers stood stunned, their faces spattered with crimson. The once fearsome momentum was momentarily shattered.
"Is that all?"
In three steps, Madara sprang into the air again, vaulting over the densely packed Marines and heading straight for their commander.
"Stop him!!"
One of the Vice-Admirals at the rear bellowed, his expression grim.
This intruder's momentum was too overwhelming; five thousand Marines couldn't even halt a single step.
Snapping out of their daze, the Marines surged forward once more. They were unafraid of death. Against this lone madman charging into their ranks, they were determined to show the Marine's courage and fearlessness.
"Foolish resistance." Madara glanced down from midair and smirked coldly.
As he fell, his feet kicked off Marine helmets and jaws alike, each strike like a flash of lightning. Marines struck by him froze in place and dropped heavily to the ground.
"This Taijutsu...! Who the hell is this guy?!"
Among the Marines, some mid-ranking officers stood frozen in disbelief. Madara's movements seemed chaotic and wild, but each blow struck with precision at weak points.
He appeared to possess some sort of predictive ability, able to read every move of his enemies with terrifying accuracy.
Surrounded by enemies from all directions, he still maintained total control, setting the rhythm of the battlefield.
This kind of person… was terrifying.
"Everyone back! You are no match for him!" Finally, one of the ten Vice-Admirals could bear it no longer and shouted sternly.
The regular soldiers simply couldn't stop this man. His strength was indeed monstrous and overwhelming.
Striding forward, the Vice-Admiral drew his longsword and charged at Madara.
"That's Vice-Admiral Kurund! He's a renowned swordsman, he'll surely cut the enemy down!"
Someone among the Marines recognized him and cried out, hope briefly igniting in their hearts.
"A swordsman?"
Madara's eyes narrowed slightly. Then, with a flick of his blade, he sped forward to meet the new challenger.
The speed of both men surged to their limits in that instant, then came the clash.
"Clang!"
In a fraction of a breath, their two blades collided.
"Sparks flew" as steel met steel, the edges screeching as they slid against each other.
Suddenly,
"Crack!"
Madara's expression froze, but on Kurund's face, a cruel grin emerged.
"You've lost!"
It was clear to see, Madara's longsword, upon clashing with the opponent's weapon, had fractured. A thin crack appeared first, then it shattered completely.
In the blink of an eye, Madara was left holding only a broken blade, while Kurund's long sword continued slashing toward his body, its momentum undeterred.
"Ittō-Ryū: Hurricane Slash!" (One Sword Style: Hurricane Slash!) Kurund roared. At that moment, sharp wind blades began swirling around his sword.
With the blade just inches from him, Madara remained expressionless.
Then, his Sharingan blinked.
In that split second, Kurund's body suddenly froze. His swinging sword halted midair. Madara casually stepped forward, swung his broken blade, and slashed open the man's throat.
As he passed, Vice-Admiral Kurund's body crumpled to the ground.
"Tap."
His right foot touched the ground with a crisp sound, echoing clearly through the stunned silence, alongside the faint crackle of the shattered earth. Every Marine on the battlefield heard it and felt a chill run down their spines.
A clean kill.
It really was a one-move kill. In the time it took to brush past him, a Vice-Admiral had been executed.
"Bastard!!"
"Avenge Kurund!"
"Kill him!!"
The remaining nine Vice-Admirals were instantly enraged. They leapt into action, surrounding Madara from all sides.
"Worthless mongrels. Not even good enough for a warm-up." Madara spoke coldly, tossing aside the broken sword. It spun several times before embedding itself in the ground up to the hilt.
Ahead of him, the nine Vice-Admirals charged. Some drew their swords, others raised their fists, and a few activated mysterious abilities.
Madara remained where he stood.
He stretched out his right hand, and with a flash, a war fan materialized in his grip.
"Die!!"
The nine Vice-Admirals were upon him. Their attacks were a breath away. The murderous pressure and violent wind from their strikes whipped Madara's black hair into the air.
They had all witnessed his terrifying strength. At this moment, they poured their full power into the assault, determined to bring him down in one strike.
Then, they saw it.
That war fan was suddenly raised before them.
It looked like it was made of paper, fragile and unremarkable, yet now it blocked the path of their weapons, abilities, and fists.
It was too close to dodge, and too late to stop.
"It's just a broken fan!"
One of the Vice-Admirals shouted furiously and tried to slice through it with brute force, pouring all his might into his weapon.
But at that moment, Madara spoke coldly:
"Uchiha Rebound."
"Buzz!!"
All nine attacks struck the fan simultaneously.
It was like tossing a stone into a calm lake; ripples spread outward in all directions. The fan absorbed every single attack, then paused briefly, before exploding with a violent backlash.
(End Of This Chapter)
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