Chapter 485: Filial Son: The Sky Collapsed After Waking Up

"Boom!"

On the battlefield, one white and one black figure crossed at high speed. The sky-shaking air waves erupted when fists and feet met, destroying all the tall wooden branches irrigated by Wood Style,

the strong wind became the best catalyst, and the raging fire spread at a speed visible to the naked eye, instantly igniting everything around, forming a perfectly closed ring of fire.

The two in the duel were splashing their hot blood in this acquired colosseum.

"Dong!"

"Slap!"

"Bang!"

The clone, who perfectly inherited Senju Hashirama's physique, arrogantly fought Uchiha Madara, who was wearing the Geats armor, with his flesh and blood. The fist exuding dark blue light smashed onto the hard armor like raindrops. For a time, the deafening explosions resounded through the entire battlefield.

"Boom—"

Uchiha Madara, who set up his arms to block, saw the tiny cracks on the surface of the gauntlet under the impact of the other party's Sage Art strange power, and a look of astonishment flashed in his eyes under the face mask.

In the brief confrontation with the clone, Uchiha Madara had always held a trace of contempt for this man-made product, despising it very much from both tactical and strategic perspectives.

Unexpectedly, this fake goods was really not just looking good, its strength was actually several points stronger than Haxi Lama after his serious illness, about six or seven percent of his peak level. It was slightly tricky to fight.

Kicking the clone's chest with a flying kick, Uchiha Madara borrowed the force to flip backward. After doing a few backflips in the air, he landed steadily on the ground.

"Indeed has a bit of his shadow."

Shaking his numb arm, Uchiha Madara curled his lips. The hot blood that hadn't boiled for a long time began to heat up. He raised his right hand to his chest, and white light particles gushed out, instantly condensing into the companion weapon, the Magnum Shooter.

Swish—

Pinching the handle of the white shooter and swinging it, Uchiha Madara's cloak behind him moved without wind, and white light particles spread out, as if dragging nine gorgeous tails. The whole person turned into a white lightning, killing toward the clone who was raising his hands to block.

"Clang!"

"Clang! Clang!"

The sharp short blade slashed on the clone's body, instantly spraying blood. Looking at the blood pillar rushing into the sky, Uchiha Madara, who passed by, curled a cold smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Nani?"

As a result, the next second, he saw from the corner of his eye that the deep-to-the-bone wound on the clone was emitting white smoke, and the fatal injury actually healed perfectly within a few breaths, leaving no scars.

Inherited the seal-less healing too?

Senju Tobirama, who was watching the battle not far away, also took this scene into his eyes, and his heart sank slightly.

If this was the case, this kind of clone would be very difficult to kill. Unless the head was cut off in one blow, even if cut in two, it was possible to recover.

"No, if we drag it out like this, we will lose."

Senju Tobirama frowned tightly. If the clone really inherited all of his big brother's advantages perfectly, Uchiha Madara might capsize in the gutter and be exhausted to death by the clone, who was like a perpetual motion machine.

After thinking for a moment, he stood up abruptly, took out a kunai engraved with the Flying Thunder God spell from his ninja tool bag, a faint light flickering in his scarlet eyes, looking for a suitable entry timing.

He couldn't continue to OMO here, he had to do something.

"White-haired, don't intervene, this is my battle."

Even if separated by a distance, Uchiha Madara, under the blessing of Tailed Beast power, still perceived the restless Senju Tobirama. Glancing at the other party holding the kunai, he immediately warned coldly.

"Don't make a scene like a child here."

"Shut up."

Unexpectedly, his good intentions were met with Uchiha Madara's cold words. Senju Tobirama was so angry his eyes turned red, wishing he could insert the kunai in his hand into the other party's ass and teleport his chrysanthemum away.

"You will regret it!"

"Bang!"

Uchiha Madara kicked the clone's raised arm and shouted at the angry Senju Tobirama while taking time.

"I am the Hokage!"

"I'm going to class at eight!"

On the other side, while Uchiha Madara and the clone were fighting fiercely, on a cliff several miles away from the battlefield, a pitch-black figure emerged.

He poked his head out to look around in confusion. After a while, his pitch-black face was full of confusion.

"Aren't they on good terms? Why are they fighting again?"

Black Zetsu, a filial son who fought repeatedly, had induced Uchiha Madara several times in secret by modifying the content on the ancestral stone tablet during the establishment of Konoha.

But unfortunately, because of the interference of a certain curly-haired one, the pits he dug all ended in failure.

Later, he tried to provoke Uchiha Madara and Senju Hashirama to fight to the death, but accidentally awakened a trace of consciousness within Indra's chakra, almost ruining the big event.

Since then, Black Zetsu had become cautious, not daring to continue inducing Uchiha Madara in secret, and could only watch helplessly as the two reincarnations, who should have been mortal enemies, became closer and closer, making him so angry he could only bite his handkerchief to vent his anger.

This generation of reincarnations could no longer be counted on, so he could only pin his hopes on the next generation.

It was impossible to have a reincarnation more difficult to handle than Uchiha Madara, right?

Therefore, he decided to hide for a period of time, rest his spirit, and by the way, wait for that hateful curly-haired one to die, and then come back to stir up trouble when the next generation of reincarnations was born.

He had been busy day and night for so many years. Even if Black Zetsu wasn't human, he was tired, so he took this opportunity to have a good sleep for a while, and this sleep lasted for several years. After waking up, he came to the door with the mentality of taking another look, but witnessed the scene before him.

The two reincarnations, who were usually close, were actually fighting inextricably in this desolate place. Could it be that Mother was showing her spirit in heaven and gave him a chance to turn the tables?

"This is a great opportunity!"

Black Zetsu's palms were sweating with excitement. His two soybean-like eyes stared tightly at the two fighting to the death, his brain running at high speed, thinking about how to make Uchiha Madara obtain the power of Asura's reincarnation.

The combination of Yin and Yang, the myriad things of the forest.

That was the key to liberating Mother.

"No, that guy is not Asura's reincarnation!"

But after a moment, his whole body stiffened, and the face made of black mud actually revealed a human-like astonishment.

That Senju Hashirama fighting Uchiha Madara didn't have the spirit that Asura's reincarnation should have in his impression. He had power but no Yang power he dreamed of, as if he were a puppet at the mercy of others.

"What on earth happened?"

The sudden change made Black Zetsu a bit suspicious of life. Didn't he just fish for a few years? How did the sky collapse after waking up?

"Could it be that Asura's reincarnation is already dead?"

Looking at the two killing each other in the field, Black Zetsu scratched his head in confusion. The excitement just now had cooled down by more than half, and he looked at Uchiha Madara with regret.

Without Asura, no matter how excellent you are, you cannot become the chess piece I want.

At this moment, Black Zetsu was full of regret. Uchiha Madara was the most talented reincarnation he had encountered in the past millennium.

If he could successfully collect Asura's power and perfectly fuse the two, he would definitely be able to open the Rinnegan and become the best carrier to inherit Mother's power.

The mood of the onlookers outside the field turned a hundred times, and the situation in the field changed rapidly.

Uchiha Madara, who had been fighting in close quarters with the clone, suddenly noticed a trace of abnormality.

"Snap!"

A crisp cracking sound rang in his ears. Looking down at the dense cracks that appeared on the armor on the back of his hand at some point, he frowned slightly.

"Nine-Tails, what are you doing, actually daring to be lazy!"

Logically speaking, the Knight Armor is the embodiment of the Tailed Beast cloak. As long as the Tailed Beast provides chakra continuously, the armor will always maintain the best state. Even if there are scars, they will recover as before in an instant.

But now, the armor on his body had actually become a battle-damaged version, which could only be explained by a certain annoying big fox slacking off.

"Ah? Don't slander me, I have been working hard to provide chakra!"

The Nine-Tails, inexplicably scolded, felt deeply aggrieved. Under Uchiha Madara's overbearing might, even if it had ten times the courage, it dared not slack off at such a critical moment. From the very beginning of the battle, it had not cut off the supply for even a single second.

"I assume you wouldn't dare."

Hearing the fear in the Nine-Tails' words, Uchiha Madara chose to believe the big fox's words for the time being, but his puzzled brows didn't loosen.

Where did the Tailed Beast chakra that repaired the armor go?

While thinking, his eyes subconsciously turned to the clone who was fighting with him.

Could it be him?

Holding the mentality of giving it a try, Uchiha Madara flew up again, entangled with the clone, and stared with his Sharingan to observe whether the other party had any small movements.

As a result, he didn't look, but upon closer inspection, he found that every time the clone's fist hit him, it would steal a trace of pure Tailed Beast chakra. The amount was so small it was imperceptible,

but the two had been fighting fiercely for a long time, and Uchiha Madara had taken no less than a hundred punches. So calculated, the chakra stolen by the clone added up to a huge sum.

Good guy, you come with a blue-sucking knife in your normal attacks, right?

Uchiha Madara, who finally noticed this, immediately swung his blade to deflect the clone's fists that were intentionally reaching toward him, flew backward to open the distance.

"Discovered?"

Looking at Uchiha Madara's sudden move, the clone who was deflected actually revealed a look of human-like annoyance on his face. The eyes, which had gained a few more spirits at some point, were full of regret.

"You actually know how to speak?"

Uchiha Madara listened to the familiar voice, his heart tightened slightly. He originally thought these clones were emotionless mutes.

"Knew a little before, but not much."

Facing Uchiha Madara's questioning, this clone who only knew how to attack spoke for the first time.

"But thanks to you, now I know it all."

In the battle with Uchiha Madara, Number Nine had absorbed enough Nine-Tails chakra, and like most other clones, opened his spiritual intelligence, no longer the rigid robot that only knew the mission.

"Your goal is the Tailed Beasts?"

With Uchiha Madara's intelligence, he quickly analyzed some clues from the mutated clone.

"Sorry, fertilizer doesn't need to know so much."

A gentle smile hung on Number Nine's face that made Uchiha Madara's heart shake. In a trance, it was as if his missing best friend had returned, but the words spoken made him feel like he had fallen into an ice cellar.

"Not allowed to use his face to make this expression!"

This smile made Uchiha Madara feel that his best friend had been desecrated, and a burst of hot blood rushed to his forehead instantly, and the anger in his heart rose instantly.

"Die for me!"

Under the control of anger, his aura increased by a few points. He raised the shooter in his hand, and the whole person turned into a white streamer, sweeping toward the smiling Number Nine with unstoppable momentum.

"Using only two hands is still a bit slow."

Number Nine clasped his hands together, and the aura of his whole body soared several times. Senju Tobirama, not far away, saw this and his pupils shook violently.

This clone was hiding his strength before!

"Sage Art: Wood Style: True Several Thousand Hands."

Rumble—

The naive Wood Human Arhat rose from the ground, lifting Number Nine, who had his hands clasped, to several tens of meters high.

But this was not over. Accompanied by a shaking of the earth, a huge Guanyin statue that covered the sky and sun rose from the ground, carrying countless giant arms behind its back, filling the suffocating pressure.

"Gulp~"

"This is..."

The F6s, who were shaken left and right by the violent earthquake, looked at the huge Buddha statue that couldn't be seen at a glance, and swallowed their saliva in unison.

"This is no longer something a ninja can do, right?"

At this moment, the Dao hearts of several geniuses shattered into pieces, and they began to doubt their professional lives. Were they really suitable to continue being ninjas?

"Not good, actually even this move can be performed."

Senju Tobirama no longer had time to comfort the few dispirited disciples. He never expected that even the Wood Style Jutsu that his big brother had to burn his life to perform could be replicated by this clone.

Decisively raising the Flying Thunder God kunai, he threw it toward the top of the Buddha's head, and his whole person turned into a blue lightning and disappeared in place.

If he continued to watch, Uchiha Madara was afraid he would be cold.

Number Nine clone, standing on the top of the Buddha and overlooking everything, tilted his head with a sense of feeling, dodging the kunai that brushed past his face.

A blue light flashed, and Senju Tobirama, who arrived with Flying Thunder God, held a long knife and slashed toward the other party's neck.

"Puff!"

Unfortunately, in the second before the sharp blade was about to cut the clone's throat, his abdomen took a heavy punch.

"Ugh~"

Strange power entered the body, Senju Tobirama felt sweet in his throat, and the intense pain almost made him suffocate. Fortunately, this body was magical, so he didn't pass out completely.

"Oh? Another one came, you are not my... eh?"

Looking down at Senju Tobirama, who flashed to the distance and covered his stomach and dry-heaved, the clone shook his head gently, but soon, he blinked in surprise.

"Where did you get Tailed Beast chakra?"

On the fist that he just hit Senju Tobirama's abdomen with, there was actually a faint red light covered. Although very thin, it was real Nine-Tails chakra.

Number Nine, who was puzzled, decided to catch Senju Tobirama and check it out. He raised his hand to summon several wooden branches from the top of the Buddha to sweep over, looking like he was about to stage a binding play.

"You white-haired, don't come to add to the chaos!"

At the critical moment, white light flashed, Uchiha Madara, holding the shooter, cut off the wooden branches, lifted Senju Tobirama and retreated rapidly. Both sides confronted each other on both sides of the huge Buddha statue.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

After Senju Tobirama coughed up the blood blocking his throat, he stood up slowly, stepped forward, and raised his hand to protect Uchiha Madara, who was confused.

"You go quickly, I'll cover you." (End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 486 =====