Chapter 59: Uchiha Flame Formation (Requesting Follow-up Reads)

"Damn it, how is this possible!!" Muzan roared in his heart, unable to accept the reality before his eyes.

He was the Demon King Muzan, a near-immortal existence; how could he be so easily defeated by a seemingly decrepit old man? Intense pain pierced through his entire body from the crown of his head; since four hundred years ago, he had never suffered such injury again.

Madara Uchiha lowered his head to gaze at Muzan on the ground, a trace of interest flashing in his eyes. Although Muzan's body had suffered severe damage, he did not die immediately, but instead began to recover rapidly.

"Interesting, a self-healing ability?" Madara spoke softly, a hint of curiosity in his voice.

Madara did not give Muzan more time to think. His hands rapidly formed Hand Seals, and he shouted in a low voice: "Wood Release, Grafting Technique!"

The moment his voice fell, Muzan suddenly felt a burst of intense pain explode from within his body. He widened his eyes, watching his own body in disbelief. Countless tiny branches rapidly grew from under his skin, instantly piercing the epidermis; dense sharp spines covered his whole body.

"Th-this is what power!!" Muzan was shocked in his heart, his voice filled with fear and disbelief. He had never seen such a bizarre ability, unable to even comprehend the nature of this power.

Soon, a miserable scream erupted from his throat, his body convulsing violently, fresh blood gushing out from the wounds covering his whole body.

Branches spread wildly inside him, tearing apart internal organs and Muscle. The spines not only covered Muzan's whole body, but also rapidly extended to the Ground, nailing him firmly to the snowy Ground.

"Aaaah!"

Muzan roared, his voice filled with pain and Anger.

Next Second, his body began to violently deform; his back rapidly swelled, the Muscles under his skin writhing like living things. In the blink of an eye, eight sharp thorn-tubes suddenly shot out from his back, like eight ferocious venomous snakes biting toward Madara Uchiha.

A trace of wariness flashed in Madara's eyes; his body reacted almost instinctively — Madara's figure flashed, instantly disappearing from the spot, rapidly pulling away distance.

The thorn-tubes sliced through the air, emitting a sharp Whistle, yet they only caught the Body Flicker Madara left behind.

Muzan Grit Teeth, struggling desperately, trying to break free from the branches' binding, but those spines did not move a fraction.

"Damn it! These branches are too hard; the body simply cannot bite through them……"

Suddenly, a trace of determination flashed in Muzan's eyes. He exerted force violently, forcibly propping his body up from the Ground. The branches instantly tore his flesh and blood under this tremendous force; countless pieces of flesh and fresh blood splattered out, leaving streaks of crimson on the snowy Ground.

However, on Muzan's body that had just left the Ground, those ferocious wounds rapidly healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. Flesh and blood wriggled, newly grown skin covering the exposed wounds in the blink of an eye; in the blink of an eye, Muzan had already recovered as before.

At the same time, Muzan's body began to violently change. His skin rapidly turned blood-red, Muscles swelling and twisting.

Countless sharp Fangs broke through the skin from all over his body, Piercing the air. His fingers turned into sharp Claws, and multiple ferocious thorn-tubes extended from his back. In the blink of an eye, Muzan completely transformed into a terrifying Demon form.

Madara Uchiha slightly raised an eyebrow, a trace of surprise flashing in his eyes; this level of self-healing ability, even Hashirama could not remotely match.

Muzan straightened his body, his chest heaving violently, eyes burning with towering Anger. He stared dead at Madara, roaring through Grit Teeth: "Old thing! You actually dare!!"

Voice Not Fall, Muzan violently Swung his arm. A flesh-like thorn-whip extended from his arm, lashing toward Madara Uchiha like Lightning. The air was Torn, emitting a sharp Whistle.

The eight thorn-tubes on Muzan's back similarly stabbed out like eight blades. They drew arcs in the air, emitting a piercing Break Sky sound.

Madara Uchiha's Sharingan rapidly rotated, precisely capturing every single incoming attack from all directions.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

The thorn-tubes successively grazed Madara's body, yet always missed by a hair's breadth. Madara's movements seemed light and casual, yet were precise to a hair-raising degree.

Each of his dodges was just right, as if he had long since seen through all of Muzan's attack routes.

At This Moment, Muzan's movements suddenly changed.

His body violently turned, without any warning turning into a Body Flicker, sprinting madly into the distance.

Speed fast to the point of shock, instantly breaking the sound barrier.

Boom— a sound, the air was Torn, forming a visible Air Wave. The accumulated snow on the Ground was lifted up, dancing in the air.

"This"

All this happened so rapidly that even Madara was slightly stunned for a moment and did not react in time.

The air still reverberated with the sound of airflow stirred up by Muzan's rapid escape. "Just what kind of monster is this old thing that popped out from somewhere!"

Muzan cursed inwardly as he fled, glancing back; seeing no trace of pursuit, he relaxed slightly.

Suddenly, a human figure Appeared out of thin air in front of him.

Muzan violently braked his steps, Pupils suddenly contracting. He saw that Madara had Unknown When already blocked his path ahead.

"Damn it!!" Muzan cried out in alarm, a trace of panic flashing in his eyes.

In an Instant, he violently Swung both hands, shouting sternly: "Blood Demon Art, Black Blood Thorn!!"

In an Instant, Muzan's body violently swelled, skin instantly splitting open; countless pitch-black thorns like ink surged out from within his body, carrying sharp barbs, spreading in all directions at astonishing speed.

Thorns Poured Down like a violent rain; in the blink of an eye they enveloped the entire Space. Dense black vines intertwined, forming a giant net.

Madara's Sharingan rotated rapidly, clearly capturing the trajectory of every single thorn. His brain operated at high speed, calculating the optimal evasion route.

However, when he tried to move, his body could already not keep up with his nerves' reaction speed; the thorns suddenly contracted, dense sharp spines targeting Madara's vitals.

"Puchi—" a sound, countless sharp spines instantly Pierced into Madara Uchiha's body.

Muzan watched the scene before him, the corner of his mouth hooking up a smile, his body instantly relaxing.

"As expected, humans are still humans; looks like you've gotten so old you can't even dodge anymore. At your age you should behave yourself; why come out and act tough?"

He retracted the spines, stepping forward, preparing to Approach that figure Pierced by thorns.

At This Moment, Muzan suddenly felt something off; he violently raised his head, Pupils sharply contracting.

He saw that on the Pierced "Madara Uchiha" not a trace of blood appeared, and the body was rapidly changing.

The aged skin became rough, wrinkles disappearing, replaced by wood grain texture. In the blink of an eye, it had completely turned into a Wood Human.

"Th-this how is it possible!!"

Muzan Subconsciously Retreated a step, face full of disbelief.

Muzan's gaze dead stared at the Wood Human before him, mind a blank, unable to understand everything happening before his eyes.

Even Muzan who had lived over a thousand years, at this moment felt a deep Fear. He had seen countless inconceivable things, but this scene before him completely overturned his cognition.

"No…… I can't stay here anymore……" Muzan Screamed in a low voice, his voice filled with unprecedented Fear.

Voice Not Fall, Muzan's legs like loaded with springs, instantly already turning into a blurry Body Flicker, dashing madly into the distance.

Muzan's heart pounded violently, every step exerting all his strength. His mind was a blank, leaving only one thought: Escape! Escape the farther the better! This time he would hide for fifty years, no, a hundred years! Wait until this old thing thoroughly died before coming out!! Just at the moment Muzan fled with all his might, a light shout suddenly came from behind:

"Uchiha Flame Formation!"

Immediately after, a loud boom came from the air.

Boom! Muzan's body slammed violently into a layer of red transparent barrier. High temperature instantly scorched his skin, emitting a "sizzling" sound. Intense pain forced Muzan to let out a miserable scream.

He stumbled back several steps, eyes widening in disbelief. "This! What is this?!"

He reached out to touch that red barrier, but was burned by the high temperature and quickly withdrew his hand. Muzan looked around and realized he was enveloped within a ring-shaped barrier.

"How is this possible? Just what power is this?" Muzan murmured to himself, his voice filled with despair. For the first time he felt such helplessness, like a trapped beast with nowhere to escape.

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