Battle at the Peak (2)

When a ninja whose strength already stood at the very pinnacle of the Shinobi World used the Eight Gates Formation to amplify himself severalfold, just how powerful would he become?

One only had to look at Madara to know.

After taking that kick head-on, he was smashed straight into the ground. Even the trail he carved while sliding after landing became a ravine several hundred meters long and ten meters deep.

Madara looked utterly miserable now!

He was drenched in blood and missing an arm. That kick had pierced straight through the right side of his body, leaving a wound that went clean through him.

For an ordinary ninja, such an injury would obviously have been fatal.

And this was only because, at the last moment, Madara had used the repulsive force of Shinra Tensei to forcibly alter their positions.

Otherwise, that kick would probably have blown his head apart!

The claim that one kick had nearly delivered the Grand Finale Kick was no exaggeration!

Madara sat on the ground with his back against the earthen crater. His left hand hung limply at his side, blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, and he forced out a difficult smile.

"I almost died, you bastard!!"

Madara used his remaining left hand to clamp down over his mouth, but the kick had injured his internal organs, and blood continued to seep through his fingers.

Yet even in this state, Madara could not help bursting into laughter. "This feeling of pain... Hahaha, I acknowledge you. Among all those who have fought me, in terms of Taijutsu alone, no one can surpass you!"

"I, Madara, acknowledge you as the strongest!"

At that moment, though Madara appeared severely wounded and listless, the radiance blooming in his violet Rinnegan made it difficult for anyone to