Chapter 496: A fake in name and reality; it turns out it was just simple mode before

Uchiha Madara's gaze became profound. In just an instant, he felt a trace of threat from the strange dial with unknown purpose in the clone's hand, causing his heart, which had been eager to try, to sink inexplicably.

At the same time, the moment the dial appeared, the Nine-Tails card at his waist produced a violent agitation.

The Nine-Tails, which had just been full of energy, now had its fur standing on end, and its nine thick tails raised high.

It stared at the dial in the clone's hand, baring its fangs, and there was even a trace of terror in its long, narrow beast pupils.

"Nine-Tails, do you know what that thing is?"

Discovering the Nine-Tails' abnormality, Uchiha Madara asked in his heart.

"I don't know."

The Nine-Tails shook its head. Although it had a kind of fear from the depths of its soul toward the dial, it didn't know the origin of this object.

But this was also normal. After the Sage of Six Paths stripped the nine Tailed Beasts from the God Tree, he threw the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path, which served as the carrier for Tailed Beast chakra, to his brother to handle, so it was understandable that the Nine-Tails had no impression of the cage that imprisoned it.

Is it a tremor from instinct?

Seeing he didn't get an answer, Uchiha Madara looked thoughtfully at the dials of various styles in the hands of the clones. Being able to make the Nine-Tails face a formidable enemy, the origin of this thing was absolutely not simple.

Clone Number One held the dial in front of its chest, its face full of arrogance. The previous decadence was swept away. It pressed its finger lightly, and the dial instantly shone brightly.

"Shukaku!"

"That is... a raccoon head?"

Uchiha Madara, whose vision was better, focused his gaze, taking in the pattern depicted on the dial.

On the dial emitting an ominous aura, it was clearly the One-Tail Knight he had had a passionate battle with.

And the dials in the hands of the other clones also depicted Tailed Beast knights Uchiha Madara had seen before.

"Matatabi!"

"Isobu!"

"Son Goku!"

"Kokuo!"

"Saiken!"

"Gyuki!"

"Kurama!"

Successive voices echoed in Uchiha Madara's ears. Watching the clones suddenly stuff the glowing dials into their bodies, he swung the gun-blade in his hand fiercely, and countless concentrated Tailed Beast bombs poured out.

He was a knight, but also a ninja. Not catching the "post-swing" was against the laws of heaven.

"Rumble!"

Violent explosions sounded instantly, covering the strange sounds emitted by the dials. Thick dust surged, but Uchiha Madara's heart sank.

Adhering to the principle of "no smoke, no injury," his attack shouldn't have been effective.

Clatter—

Sure enough, a wave of air rising from the center of the explosion quickly rolled away the sky-filling dust, revealing seven figures with different styles inside.

"This is... a knight?"

Upon seeing the opponent for the first time, Uchiha Madara's pupils shrank slightly, because these figures in front of him had a few similarities to the Tailed Beast knights he had seen.

But in terms of appearance, compared to the design aesthetics of the knight armor, they had a few more strange hideousness.

Taking the One-Tail Knight as an example, the raccoon-head faceplate of the clone-transformed knight had sharp teeth, and there were extra protruding sharp horns at the elbows and knees. Its whole body was muscular, and everything about it exuded violence and madness.

"Third round, start."

Before Uchiha Madara could think more, the seven "Another Knights" rushed toward him. The first to bear the brunt was Clone Number Nine, who had fought him frequently.

The opponent was now also wearing white and red armor, its whole body angular. Compared to the Geats he transformed into, Number Nine was more like a manic beast.

"Die!"

Number Nine, entering State Three, now possessed power comparable to the Nine-Tails knight. While leaping high, a hideous gun-blade appeared in its hand, and the heavy blade slashed fiercely toward Uchiha Madara.

"Ping!"

Uchiha Madara raised his gun-blade to block, but the giant force transmitted from his hand shocked him. The opponent's power had actually increased by more than a notch.

But it wasn't over yet. Red light shone in Number Nine's eyes, and the cape behind it, which looked like a decoration, suddenly stood up, erupting with firelight like thrusters.

The sudden change caught Uchiha Madara off guard. While being forced back, he didn't lose his composure.

Lowering his stance to stabilize, his waist softened, and his upper body leaned backward, throwing Number Nine, who couldn't stop, behind him with a back-bend posture.

"Thud!"

Number Nine, unable to brake, smashed fiercely into the rock wall behind Uchiha Madara, its entire head embedded in the hard rock, leaving only its body struggling outside.

"Stupid."

Simply evaluating Number Nine, which had gained new power, Uchiha Madara shook his head disdainfully.

Even if these clones' power was strong, without matching combat experience, they were just children holding sharp weapons.

"Actually daring to look down on us, attack together!"

Not expecting Number Nine, which had gained new power, to be defeated so quickly, Number One, who was watching from the sidelines, waved its hand, and the remaining clones swarmed up. Energy of various colors surged from their bodies.

For a time, sand seas accompanied surging giant waves, dark blue flames bloomed in scorching magma, and the sky-filling scales shone in the reflection of pitch-black ink, like stars.

Uchiha Madara's gaze focused. The nine fox-tail capes behind him swung, and his whole person's figure became erratic.

Under the blessing of super speed, he dodged the several sand spears flung by Clone Number One with just a side-step, his figure flashing, appearing behind the opponent, and kicking its butt fiercely.

"Ah!?"

Number One, which hadn't captured Uchiha Madara's trace, was bewildered in mid-air, then plunged headfirst into the sand wave it was manipulating in a very shameful posture.

Uchiha Madara had just landed when a water column surged from under his feet. Under the effect of Tailed Beast chakra, these water flows seemed to have life, tightly wrapping him.

After struggling a few times, a blue figure condensed in the water flow. Clone Number Three, transformed into a turtle knight, actually dissolved into the water.

It raised a sharp long spear, stabbing toward Uchiha Madara's forehead.

"Humph!"

Facing a desperate situation, Uchiha Madara only snorted coldly. The cape behind him erupted with scorching flames, instantly evaporating the water column wrapping him.

"Plop!"

The rhythm of the battle was extremely fast, and another wave of attacks followed in quick succession. A red figure moved like a ghost, its speed so fast that even Uchiha Madara's Sharingan could not track it.

The rhythm of the battle was extremely fast, and another wave of attacks followed. A red figure was like a ghost, its speed so fast that even Uchiha Madara's Sharingan couldn't capture it.

In the blink of an eye, he was surrounded by the galloping red figure, and a sense of being locked on welled up.

"Eat my six kicks!"

The red figure leaped high, its size-45 giant foot kicking toward Uchiha Madara's head. Uchiha Madara's red light flashed in his eyes, his cape swung, and his figure also entered a super-speed state.

"Ha?"

Number Four, which had kicked empty, widened its eyes, unable to believe that even the Bug Emperor could be kicked to explosion, yet it couldn't kick Uchiha Madara.

"Are you fast?"

As Uchiha Madara's ghostly voice sounded in its ear, Number Four immediately opened its legs, entering a super-speed state again.

One white and one red figure crossed rapidly. After a few breaths, the red figure was the first to be thrown out of the high-speed channel, smashing fiercely onto the ground.

"Boom!"

After exiting the super-speed state, Uchiha Madara crossed his arms proudly. In just the blink of an eye, several arrogant clones had been beaten to the point of closing their eyes. It seemed this so-called State Three was just all show and no substance.

"Eh?"

But before Uchiha Madara could continue to be proud, he suddenly felt a trace of numbness in his body, and his brows furrowed instantly.

"Hehe, do you feel your legs are numb?"

Number Seven, wearing heavy silver armor, walked out gloomily. Uchiha Madara then discovered that the air around him was actually filled with scales invisible to the naked eye. These tiny scales bypassed the mask's filtering function, drilling into his body.

"You..."

Uchiha Madara just wanted to take a step, but the obstruction under his feet made him unable to adapt. Lowering his head in confusion,

"Ink?"

He saw that at some point, the ground was covered with black liquid. The viscous ink was like asphalt, tightly sticking his feet to the ground, making Uchiha Madara unable to move a bit.

"Number Two, it's your turn!"

Number Eight, who had performed the ink binding, shouted. Uchiha Madara felt a chill in his kidney.

A silver figure appeared behind him. Clone Number Two, which was nearly half-beastified, had thick sharp claw armor on its arms.

"Roar!"

Lowly roaring in its mouth, the giant claws stabbed fiercely toward Uchiha Madara's kidney.

"How can I let you get your wish!"

At this critical moment, a blue phantom emerged from Uchiha Madara's body.

【Lightweight Majestic Attire Susanoo】

Under the double protection, Number Two's claws only penetrated Susanoo's defense and stopped abruptly.

Uchiha Madara also seized the gap of the other's daze, enlarging the fox-tail cape behind him. The nine fox tails danced around like tentacles. Number Two couldn't dodge in time and was fanned away dozens of meters by the fox tails.

The surrounding surface was instantly destroyed. Uchiha Madara took the opportunity to break free from the binding and leaped up, floating in the air.

"Eh? I can fly too!"

Not expecting to unlock a new ability, Uchiha Madara looked at the fox-tail cape dancing behind him in surprise, his heart full of joy.

He wasn't unable to fly before, but the conditions for flying were a bit harsh, having to rely on Susanoo to do it.

And now, he only needed to transform to fly, and compared to the clumsy Susanoo, this way of flying was more agile and more conducive to actual combat.

"Air battle, huh? Things are getting interesting."

Uchiha Madara was immersed in his harvest joy when Clone Number Seven also suddenly spread several pairs of wings behind it. The buzzing wings flapped, and its heavy body also flew into the sky at a speed not slow at all.

"Although you possess the power of a knight, compared to the original, you are still far behind."

Looking at the hideous silver knight, Uchiha Madara couldn't help but associate it with that tenacious bounty hunter. The other's strength and quality had once won his approval.

Unlike this strange-looking guy, possessing the power of the Seven-Tails knight, yet acting despicably.

"We are the real goods!"

Number Seven held a thick short blade, rushing toward Uchiha Madara at a speed invisible to the naked eye. The scales stirred up by the wings behind it transformed into sharp spears, finally converging at one point.

"A fake is ultimately a fake."

Curling his lips disdainfully, Uchiha Madara swung his fox tails, and his whole person dived down. The gun-blade in his hand began to enlarge under his intent, finally stopping at the size of ten meters.

"Boom!"

The giant gun-blade collided with the spear composed of scales, erupting with a huge sound.

After a short struggle, the figures of the two crossed. Uchiha Madara landed steadily, the giant gun-blade in his hand gradually fading, finally turning into normal size.

"I am not..."

And Number Seven in mid-air was terrifyingly silent. A few seconds later, it turned its head with difficulty.

The red compound eyes flickered with light. The thick short blade that fell from its hand began to decompose, and the wings behind it cracked root by root.

"Fake..."

"Plop!"

"Now only you are left."

After solving Number Seven, Uchiha Madara looked at the purple minotaur. Clone Number Eight instantly shrank its gaze.

It also didn't expect its teammates to be all "water goods," one by one all thunder and no rain, not even breaking Uchiha Madara's defense, simply the shame of their clone army.

Sure enough, in a desperate situation, one still had to look at its "Old Eight"!

"I am different from them!"

Under the gaze of Uchiha Madara's teasing eyes, Number Eight raised the giant chainsaw buzzing in its hand, full of arrogant fighting spirit.

"Oh?"

Uchiha Madara raised his brows. Not expecting that in a desperate situation, this clone still had a bit of backbone, truly rare.

Landing back on the ground, he swung the gun-blade.

"Then let me see what is different about you."

"Buzz buzz buzz!"

Greeting him was the giant chain teeth slashing down.

"Well come!"

"Ping! ~"

Uchiha Madara raised the weapon in his hand excitedly. The air waves produced by the collision instantly leveled the surrounding trees.

"This is enough strength!"

Having had the experience of fighting the Eight-Tails knight, Uchiha Madara remembered its savage force vividly. Although the knight in front of him was a fake, the strength it showed was no less than the original.

"Umm..."

Number Eight bit the bullet, pressing all its strength on its arms, which barely kept it on par with Uchiha Madara's force.

But seeing Uchiha Madara look relaxed, it couldn't help but feel a bit of despair, and the chainsaw in its hand began to dance wildly, its attacks having no pattern at all.

"Ping!"

After only a few rounds of fighting, the chainsaw in Number Eight's hand was picked away by him, and it was quickly defeated.

Looking at the purple minotaur that had just made him feel a bit of fighting heat, Uchiha Madara kicked it away ruthlessly.

You shot after just enjoying it for a few times?

"Just this? Just this?"

"Tsk!"

Above the void, Jigen looked at the clones that were defeated rapidly, a "sure enough" expression appearing on his face.

"Sure enough, still too stupid."

Shaking his head slightly helplessly, he put down his wine glass, a wisp of blue energy burning on his fingertip.

"Slap!"

Accompanied by a crisp sound, after Jigen snapped his fingers, the energy on his fingertip vanished without a trace, but the clones on the battlefield below all stiff