Swordsmanship

"Hey, is that all the power you have, Madara?"

Pure white tinged with inexplicable divinity, the beams rained down like a violent storm. Amid the endless buzzing, everything melted.

Crimson magma flowed across the uneven mountain terrain, boiling bubbles bursting forth.

Pinned in place by the bombardment of light bullets, Madara struggled to resist. Bright purple lightning coiled around his entire body, yet blisters like flames scorching dry grass rose across his skin.

Like repels like. Turning on one's own kind was the most basic principle of Ninjutsu.

To deal with Insect Princess's Lightning Release, naturally, he had to use Lightning Release.

However, this was no ordinary Lightning Release. Even his Sage Art: Lightning Release could not completely cancel it out.

Was the technique his opponent was using also Sage Technique?

Lethal heat seared his entire body.

His skin cracked and melted, his brain boiled, and human fat trickled down continuously, dripping onto the ground beneath his feet, which gradually reddened and churned like magma. Amid the sizzling sound of frying meat, wisps of green smoke rose.

Pain.

Inhuman pain.

In a daze, he recalled the battle with Chiri in that invisible fiery hell many years ago.

Concealed smoldering attacks were everywhere, testing his flesh and will every moment.

"Just Sage Technique."

His face had already rotted into a mass of mush, hot oil dripping constantly as half-cooked, curled flesh fell away.

"Don't look down on the Uchiha bloodline!"

Four invisible figures surged out and stood before Uchiha Madara. When the piercing white light struck the space-time clones, they veered off in different directions and scattered. As shields, they were perfect.

"Not bad."

His body, given a moment to breathe, rapidly recovered. Under the power of Hashirama Cells, he regenerated at high speed. Granulation tissue surged and grew like vegetation,