Chapter 494: Great! Time to open the champagne

"Damn it!"

After experiencing the baptism of Tailed Beast bombs, the battered Number One barely escaped death with the cover of its teammates. Looking at the white fox knight not far away, who was as steady as an old dog, its eyes were full of resentment.

They were both knights, so why was the Nine-Tails knight so strong? Didn't this indirectly prove that Number Nine was better than itself?

Under the effect of Hashirama's physique, the injuries on Number One's body were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. Accompanied by wisps of white smoke rising, it was fully healed again.

But this time, it didn't stubbornly go looking for a beating, instead retreating back to the clone army's ranks. Its expression flickered, not knowing what little scheme it was planning.

Uchiha Madara shook his head disdainfully. A fake is a fake; it didn't even have the courage to face the enemy, wasting a good skin.

"Fakes, this power wasn't created by you."

He raised the gun-blade in his hand, pointing at the seven clones with different expressions not far away.

Number One's timid behavior further confirmed his thoughts. Even if these clones possessed powerful strength, they lacked the corresponding mindset.

Thinking about it, it was also because they were born in a laboratory; they lacked the experience of Hashirama's path, which was why they were easily handled by him like new recruits.

"Attack together, I don't believe he can hold on for long."

Hearing the mockery in Uchiha Madara's words, Number One said with a cold face, waving its hand.

"Whoosh! ~"

The six clones behind it didn't hesitate, kicking their legs simultaneously, their robust bodies vanishing from the spot, leaving only six large pits on the ground.

"Well come."

The six trajectories, invisible to the naked eye, were clearly visible in Uchiha Madara's eyes. Swinging his weapon, the gun-blade transformed into sword form, unleashing several red and blue blade beams, smashing accurately toward the rushing clones.

"Rumble!"

Hitting the target, violent explosions followed. Even with dust filling the air, he could still grasp the traces of the six clones clearly.

And all of this was thanks to the Knight System.

The Knight System could amplify the characteristics of the Tailed Beast and the knight themselves. The Nine-Tails' perception of good and evil plus Uchiha Madara's Sharingan meant the enemy was like they weren't wearing clothes in front of him.

"Ping! ~"

The dust gradually dissipated, and a black shadow darted out fiercely, smashing straight toward Uchiha Madara. But he seemed to have anticipated it, raising his longsword in advance, lightly blocking the mysterious attack.

"Oh? Quite hard."

Uchiha Madara raised his brows in surprise. The clone that ambushed him clearly had much higher defense than the talkative one just now. His longsword could only leave a white mark on the opponent.

Although he hadn't charged up, this was enough to prove the opponent's astonishing defensive ability.

"Number Three, hold him!"

Just as he was confused, a slightly excited voice sounded above his head. Another clone leaped down, its fist glowing with dark blue strange strength.

"Sage Art: Strange Strength Fist!"

Just as he wanted to pull back his sword to defend, Uchiha Madara found that his weapon was motionless. Turning his head to look, the longsword was tightly gripped in the hands of the clone that had ambushed him, unable to be pulled back for a moment.

"Look out!"

Senju Tobirama, who was acting as support, saw this and immediately leaped into the battlefield. But as soon as he landed, he was intercepted by two figures who had been waiting for a long time.

"Clang!"

Locked by two terrifying auras, Senju Tobirama didn't dare to be negligent, pulling out his Flying Thunder God kunai, watching the uninvited guests with full vigilance.

For some reason, he actually saw a trace of inexplicable hatred in the opponent's eyes, and doubts arose in his heart.

He should be seeing these two clones for the first time, yet the opponent looked as if he had killed their biological father.

"Number Two, Number Eight, pay attention, don't play him to death."

"Rest assured, we will entertain him well."

Clone Number Eight grinned, revealing a hideous smile, its bright red tongue licking its thick lips, making Senju Tobirama shudder, his chrysanthemum subconsciously tightening.

"Quack!"

Number Two was much more restrained, just secretly staring at Senju Tobirama's butt, as if looking for the best time to ambush.

Tsk, troublesome.

Senju Tobirama clicked his tongue, watching the two clones eyeing him covetously, his brain spinning rapidly, searching for a way to break the situation.

"Boom!"

On the other side, Uchiha Madara's battle had entered a white-hot stage. The two clones were clearly not his match, and were soon suppressed by his thunderous means.

If it weren't for Clone Number Three being thick-skinned and blocking many attacks for Number Four, the clone army might have suffered casualties again.

"We'll go too, Number Nine, don't you slack off."

Seeing the battle situation one-sided, Number One hurriedly called the remaining two clones to join the crusade against Uchiha Madara, and didn't forget to warn Number Nine, with whom it didn't get along.

"Save that sentence for yourself!"

Number Nine sneered, leaping into the battlefield first, a pair of iron fists smashing toward Uchiha Madara without mercy.

Seeing this, Number One's expression stiffened. Feeling it had lost face, it was about to erupt, but sensed the ruthless gaze from the void, so it had to put personal grudges aside first, joining the battle with Clone Number Seven.

"Ping!"

"Crackle!"

Surrounded by five people in an instant, Uchiha Madara advanced instead of retreating. The longsword in his hand danced very elegantly, parrying the clones' clumsy attacks in an orderly manner. His white cape rose with the wind, and his whole person seemed to be dancing elegantly.

"Puff!"

Soon, the first clone to be defeated appeared—it was Clone Number Three, known for its defense. Uchiha Madara's longsword swept across its neck, bringing up a splashing arrow of blood.

"Umm... gurgle~"

Clone Number Three, retreating several steps, covered its injured neck in surprise, blood pouring into its trachea, making it unable to say a word.

"The first one."

Uchiha Madara, having achieved a kill, didn't linger, soon locking his target onto another clone that had ambushed him.

The longsword in his hand spun a beautiful blade flower. Uchiha Madara's red light flashed in his eyes, and cold pupil power permeated out.

Clone Number Four, who was dodging, stiffened, captured by the power of the Sharingan, and immediately revealed a huge opening.

"Clatter~"

The longsword swept past, and Clone Number Four felt pain in its lower back. Before it could lower its head to check, dark red blood clots had already squeezed out from the hideous wound, bouncing a few times on the ground.

"This is..."

Clone Number Four turned pale. It recognized this thing.

It was its fine, large kidney!

"The second one."

In the blink of an eye, Uchiha Madara had solved two clones. Although he didn't take their lives, this level of fatal injury was enough for them to drink a pot, at least unable to fight again in the short term.

Shaking off the blood on the longsword, Uchiha Madara looked at the three clones who were as cold as cicadas, his beige compound eyes glowing with crimson light.

At this point, even if the clones had no battle consciousness, they knew they couldn't continue close-quarters combat with Uchiha Madara.

"Wood Style: Deep Forest Bloom!"

Clone Number Seven brought its hands together, countless thick wooden branches breaking through the ground, and giant flower buds bloomed in the center of the battlefield.

"Clatter~ clatter~"

A noisy wind blew, and choking pollen scattered. But all of this had no effect on Uchiha Madara. The knight's mask came with a filtering function, and means like poison gas couldn't work at all.

Uchiha Madara leaped, throwing the longsword fiercely. Clone Number Seven, who was concentrating on releasing Wood Style, sensed the crisis, but it was too late when it discovered it.

"Puff!"

The meteor-like longsword pierced Clone Number Seven's heart. It didn't even put down its hands, falling backward, blood gushing from its mouth, splashing two meters high. It could be seen its heart was very healthy.

"Your target, you go!"

"How could I fail the leader's interest."

Now only Number One and Number Nine, who didn't get along, were left standing. Having witnessed Uchiha Madara's divine power, the two rarely yielded to each other.

"Stop talking nonsense, you both attack together, I'm in a hurry."

The longsword that had pierced through transformed into light particles and returned to Uchiha Madara's hand. He looked at the two who were pushing each other, and firmly put forward a suggestion.

"You will pay the price for your arrogance!"

Number One's face tightened, fiercely issuing a powerless bark, but it had no intention of stepping forward, which made Number Nine sneer repeatedly.

"Coward."

Leaving a light mockery, Number Nine leaped, landing in front of Uchiha Madara.

"You're farting!"

Number One hated others looking down on it most, especially Number Nine, whom it hated most, so it immediately stood up, its back foot landing.

"You are too weak."

Uchiha Madara's gaze swept over the last two clones, a faint look of disappointment appearing on his face.

After fighting for so long, Uchiha Madara discovered one thing.

He had become stronger.

Much stronger than before the battle. Now, he was invincible!

Just don't know if this was because he broke through the bottleneck under the siege of the clones, breaking the shackles that hadn't loosened for a long time,

Or because of the fusion of Hashirama's Wood Style power.

But now wasn't the time to think about this problem. His primary task was to defeat all the clones and drag them back to Konoha to let his big cousin interrogate them properly.

"Attack!"

Feeling Uchiha Madara's contempt, Number One finally let go of its prejudice, calling Number Nine to attack together.

"Whoosh~"

The two figures vanished rapidly. When they appeared again, they were already attacking Uchiha Madara from the left and right. The two hands were burning with visible dark blue aura, and the strange strength fist fused with Sage Art power could even penetrate Susanoo.

"Ha!!"

This was a strike where they condensed all their strength, determined to pull Uchiha Madara off his horse.

"Die!"

Uchiha Madara, caught between the two auras, finally got serious. Facing the pincer attack, he threw away the longsword, set his stance, and raised both hands.

"Slap!" *2

"Nani!!?"

Feeling they had hit the target, Number One and Number Nine didn't have the joy surface on their faces before they felt the heart-piercing pain from their fists. Looking up in a daze,

They saw Uchiha Madara crossing his hands, lightly gripping their fists. No matter how hard they tried, they couldn't pull them out.

"Just this?"

The cape behind him was blown left and right by the wind of their pincer attack. After blocking the two's attack, the cape finally fell slowly, followed by Uchiha Madara's slightly annoying mocking voice.

"Didn't eat breakfast before going out?"

"Damn it... ah!"

Number One was so angry that the veins on its forehead bulged. Just as it was about to swing its other fist toward Uchiha Madara, it saw the opponent transform into a small spinning top, a flexible twist, and the clone, unable to hold back its force, was instantly flung dozens of meters away, smashing fiercely into the ground.

"Mere gravel, not even half of me."

Uchiha Madara crossed his arms proudly, looking like he had victory in his grasp.

And just then, a frantic voice sounded in his ear.

"Stop posing, come help quickly!"

Turning his head in confusion, Uchiha Madara only saw several dense blue lights flashing, two clones bombing ruthlessly there, and Senju Tobirama's slightly embarrassed figure vaguely visible in the dust.

"Truly ugly~"

Uchiha Madara shook his head, his figure flashing, appearing beside Number Two and Number Eight. The two clones bombing Senju Tobirama with indiscriminate attacks stiffened.

"You..."

The two just wanted to speak, but Uchiha Madara's ruthless hand pressed onto their surprised faces first.

"Rumble!"

The next moment, the heads of the two clones were pressed into the ground, and their consciousness fell into darkness.

"Told you not to come and cause trouble, but you just wouldn't listen."

Pulling his hand back from the heads of the clones with circle eyes, Uchiha Madara glanced at the panting Senju Tobirama, mocking him mercilessly.

"If you want to abdicate, just say so. Kagami can perfectly replace your work anyway."

"Huff, huff... I will abdicate, but not now."

Senju Tobirama, panting, straightened his waist, glaring at the triumphant Uchiha Madara.

After accidentally becoming gender-swapped, he had long had the intention to abdicate. The heavy work of the branch office greatly affected his research progress. He was actually only one opportunity away from abdicating.

"How do you plan to deal with them?"

A few seconds later, Senju Tobirama, who had recovered a bit, pointed at the clones lying in a pile, raising his question.

So many perfect clones of his big brother, it was a pity to kill them all, but it was shocking to drag them back to Konoha. Hard to handle~

"Naturally, take them back and give them to an expert to study."

"You have some vision."

Hearing Uchiha Madara's answer, Senju Tobirama straightened his waist unconsciously, a bit of triumph appearing on his face, thinking this Uchiha old man's vision for people was quite accurate.

"What are you happy about? You can't take any of these clones."

"Ha?" Not for me?

"I want to send them to Big Cousin to study. As for your technology, I don't trust it."

Looking at the undisguised disgust in Uchiha Madara's eyes, Senju Tobirama almost fainted from anger. In the other's eyes, his research technology couldn't even compare to that curly-haired guy?

Er... it seemed that in some aspects, it really couldn't compare.

"No, at least give me one... no, two!"

"Aren't you assigned two? Go find those two."

He would collect his own spoils himself; Uchiha Madara wouldn't share his battle results with this white-haired guy, waving his hand and letting the other go to clean up the battlefield.

In the void, Jigen touched his chin, his face not showing anxiety because of the clones' defeat, but instead looking at Uchiha Madara with curiosity.

"Where does this Knight System come from? Mere indigenous technology can actually exert such powerful strength."

"In that case, let me see whose technology is better."

"State Three, approved to start." (End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 495 =====