"Hiss—"
"So painful, Tousan. You really don't hold back."
Sean spat out a mouthful of congealed blood, the pain in his abdomen so intense he couldn't straighten up.
"It's a deathmatch, after all. Your hits weren't light either." Half of his face was badly swollen. Silva twitched as he looked at Sean, stomped his feet, and launched himself forward again. Relying on "Frame Change," he accelerated, leaving only an afterimage behind. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Sean again.
"Son, the enemy won't give you time to rest and recover!"
The Eight Inner Gates is an explosive secret technique. After opening it, it indeed helped Sean gain the strength to clash head-on with Silva!
However, any power comes with a price. Compared to Silva at this moment, although Sean was barely holding on and hadn't collapsed, the severe load on his heart had reached its critical point. If he continued to maintain the "Fifth Gate" state, Silva wouldn't even need to act; he would collapse first from being unable to endure it!
Therefore, having seen this point, Silva wouldn't give Sean any chance to breathe. His main strategy was—while you're weak, I'll take your life!
"Is that all he's got?"
In the Hunter Association Chairman's office, Ging lounged on the sofa, his gaze fixed on Sean. He took a sip of the lemon tea prepared by Beans and said softly, "It looks like it's about to end. The Eight Inner Gates gave Sean Zoldyck combat power far beyond his usual level, but it also brought him an extreme burden."
"To be honest, the fact that he has lasted this long, trading blows with Silva Zoldyck for nearly ten minutes without collapsing..."
"It's already impressive enough."
"Ho ho. It's not easy to hear a few words of praise from your mouth." Netero cast a sidelong glance at Ging. Noticing that Silva had closed in on Sean and sent him flying again with another punch, he narrowed his eyes and said, "Let's wait and see, Ging."
"The Sean I know is definitely not the type to give up easily. Maybe... there might be a turnaround."
"Oh?" Ging gave Netero a surprised look, shifted his position, and sat up a little straighter. Unlike them, who were outsiders...
In the small wooden cabin on the back mountain of the Zoldyck estate, Zigg and Maha stared at the screen without blinking, and strangely, neither of them spoke.
The blue aura wave had not dissipated. After taking a punch from Silva, Sean grabbed his arm and forcefully headbutted him on the forehead!
Silva was knocked backward, but his steps didn't falter. He countered with a knife hand, slashing open Sean's chest muscle. Blood flowed out, soaking his training suit. He followed up with another kick, sending Sean flying. Silva took a breath and said indifferently, "Still want to continue?"
"Crack!" Before Sean could speak, Maha's hand moved, and he directly snapped the armrest of the rocking chair!
Zigg: "..."
"Don't get excited, Father. Silva knows what he's doing; he won't take Sean's life."
"Bullshit! Who's excited?!" The old man threw the broken armrest away. "I wish I could fly over there right now and give that brat a kick!"
"He's still playing around at this point. He can fool Silva, but he can't fool me!"
'He's definitely up to no good!'
Zigg glanced at the screen. Blood was gushing out; how could this be 'playing'?
However, before he could question it for two seconds, Sean—who had just been kicked by Silva again, nearly breaking a rib—crashed through two large trees. He brushed off the leaves that had fallen on him, propped himself up on his knees, and stood up once more!
Mimicking Silva, he ignored the gruesome wound on his chest and beckoned to him, "You're not good enough, Tousan. Come on!"
"Heh hahaha..." Silva roared with laughter, hands on his hips. His smile held no warmth, only growing more ferocious. After a good while, it abruptly vanished. He looked deeply at Sean and said, "You really want to die!"
"Who knows?" Sean winked at Silva. "Tousan has killed so many people. Don't tell me you don't dare to strike your own son at a time like this?"
"You wouldn't, would you?"
"All you have left is a tough mouth, Sean!"
"Bang!"
He stomped his feet on the ground. The earth trembled and cracked in a spider-web pattern!
Using "Frame Change" to accelerate, Silva became a bolt of lightning. In less than a breath, he once again closed in on Sean, clenched his fist, and aimed for the back of his neck. "Of course, your father won't kill you. But knocking you out to end this fight... Sean, believe me, it's no harder than crushing an ant."
"That's true." Sean nodded in deep agreement. "But..."
Facing Silva's massive fist, the boy smiled strangely. "My dear Tousan... actually, I think knocking you out isn't any harder than crushing an ant, either."
His mind sinking into stillness, Sean said to the "Sage" with a blank expression, "It's been so long since I awakened the Sharingan. It's about time I met the naturally evil Uchiha."
"Exchange for 'Susanoo' for me, right now, immediately!"
[YES!]
[EXCHANGING "SUSANOO"]
[EXCHANGE SUCCESSFUL. MADARA UCHIHA IS LOADING.]
A familiar white light flooded into the space between his eyebrows. The consciousness space unfolded. Time and space seemed to freeze at this moment!
In an instant, Sean was standing on a sea of clouds. He let out a light sigh and fixed his gaze forward. The churning sea of clouds roiled endlessly, gradually coalescing into a human figure.
Dark hair fell, covering half of his face. His upper body was clad in dark red armor made from the God Tree, with the Uchiha clan's characteristic fiery Uchiwa-mon undershirt. The man opened his right eye and looked faintly at Sean. His Rinnegan opened in a ripple pattern, radiating dangerous fluctuations outward.
"Junior, you seem to have encountered some problems." Madara folded his arms and glanced outside the clouds. A man with a waterfall of white hair, rivaling his own in volume, was striking with his fist. His aura fluctuation wasn't bad, and he seemed to have some skill, but not much.
"Isn't that why I came to find you?" Sean chuckled.
Madara said, "Oh," a playful smirk touching his lips. He suddenly opened his hand, "Banshō Ten'in!"
Unexpectedly, the powerful ninjutsu that could easily pull Naruto in Naruto did not activate as Madara had imagined. Instead, Sean blew on it, and it was reflected.
Madara's eyes flashed. He tilted his head to dodge, looking at Sean with great interest, and smiled, "Interesting brat. As expected, this body is under your command."
"You bet." Sean spread his hands. "In here, I am God!"
God? What kind of emperor is that? Madara looked at Sean meaningfully and said, "Boy, I think we need to have a good talk. To be honest, this old man is very curious about you... and everything about you."
"Now?" Sean said playfully, "You saw it yourself. I'm very busy."
"Then let's take care of the enemy first." Madara waved his hand. "You go out first. This old man will personally teach you how to activate Susanoo!"