I, Madara, had never suffered such humiliation!
Madara had truly been provoked.
He had merely closed his eyes and opened them again, yet more than a decade had passed. The entire world had changed beyond recognition, and so many powerful figures had emerged.
That alone would have been one thing.
But this time, Madara had watched helplessly as an insignificant nobody stepped onto his stage and danced with him.
What could Madara do? Create more shadows?
The fact that continuing the fight meant killing Kazue countless times and dragging the battle into a prolonged war of attrition already meant Madara had lost.
The once-invincible Madara had actually fallen to an even match with Kazue, neither able to do anything to the other. What else was there to say?
"Not coming anymore? Is the legendary Madara Uchiha only capable of this much?" Kazue continued to provoke him, feeling immensely satisfied.
Madara laughed in fury. "I admit that I underestimated you, and I regret not killing you beforehand and letting you go! But didn't you only gain this kind of power because of your master?"
"So what? What can you do to me?" Kazue pointed at her own neck.
Madara let out a string of savage laughs.
The two remained locked in confrontation, deadlocked.
There was little point in continuing.
Both of them were waiting.
Madara stared at Kazue with a dangerous look in his eyes.
He still had one tactic he had not used—the shadow Madara could activate Perfect Susanoo and achieve an instant kill.
But the problem was, it would not accomplish much.
Even if Madara used Sealing Jutsu to seal Kazue, it would be completely useless.
"What's wrong? I was enjoying the show. Did Kazue's unsolvable abilities scare you?" Genitsu's voice suddenly came from Kazue's body.
Clearly, Genitsu had