Fierce Battle with the Fire Wolf King

Unlike the White Lynx from last time, this Fire Wolf King was clearly far more vicious—and far more powerful.

But Madara was much better prepared this time. Even if four or five more White Lynxes came at him, he could handle them all the same.

Madara touched the Ninja Tool Pouch strapped to his thigh. Inside were the ninja tools Tang San had forged for him before leaving.

He had even given him something called a Silent Sleeve Arrow, capable of firing several powerful short arrows.

Sharingan, activate! Madara's eyes turned blood-red, and a single tomoe within them began to spin faster and faster.

No, not enough!

Without hesitation, Madara pulled loose a knot on his body. Piece after piece of weighted gear clattered to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Tang Hao's eye twitched. Just how much had this brat been holding back?

"Awoo!" The Fire Wolf King was the first to lose patience. It threw back its head and howled, then crouched slightly to gather strength before shooting toward Madara like an unstoppable fiery-red arrow.

"Beasts will always be beasts!" Madara sneered coldly, though his hands did not slow in the slightest.

He pulled five Shuriken from his Ninja Tool Pouch. They became five streaks of light in his hands, spinning as they shot toward the Fire Wolf King.

From afar, the Wolf King's fiery-red fur streamed in the wind like a blazing scarlet flame. It looked imposing and majestic, no less impressive than a lion.

When it saw five black streaks shoot from Madara's hand, its charge did not slow at all. Its massive body merely swayed lightly, yet in that instant it seemed incredibly nimble as it effortlessly slipped through the gaps between the six Shuriken.

A human-like trace of mockery flashed through its beastly eyes. This human was nothing special.

But was that really all there was to it?

Madara wore an expression of complete control, utterly unmoved.

A sudden change occurred! The Shuriken the Fire Wolf King had dodged collided with one another in pairs, instantly changing their trajectories. Without exception, they all stabbed toward the Fire Wolf King.

The Uchiha clan's Throwing Technique appeared in this world for the first time!

Even Tang Hao, who had been watching from the side, was stunned by this almost miraculous throwing technique.

The Fire Wolf King had not expected such a change. Caught completely off guard, it could only twist its body desperately, trying its best to avoid having its vital points struck.

Pfft! Pfft!

Two Shuriken pierced the Wolf King's chest and hind leg respectively. Fortunately, they were only flesh wounds. Though painful, they would not affect its movements.

But the pain had already stirred the Fire Wolf King's vicious nature. Its originally fiery-red pupils seemed to be dyed once more, deepening into a darker blood-red.

The berserk Fire Wolf King charged forward without hesitation, neither dodging nor avoiding the coming barrage of ninja tools.

The attacks rained down on its body like dense raindrops, yet they could only leave tiny cuts.

In the blink of an eye, the Fire Wolf King reached Madara. Its gaping maw bit toward him without hesitation. If those ghastly fangs truly sank into him, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Madara only felt a foul wind carrying a hint of bloodiness rush at him. Relying on his years of experience walking the line between life and death, he instinctively tapped the ground with one foot and sprang backward, narrowly avoiding the Wolf King's fangs.

The instant Madara evaded the attack, he seized the fleeting opportunity and slashed a long wound along the Wolf King's side with the blood-red Kunai Tang San had given him.

Awoo! The Fire Wolf King roared in pain, but its movements became even sharper. It raised a huge claw glinting coldly and mercilessly swiped at Madara's small body.

Madara's body was too small. There was no way he could escape the Fire Wolf King's enormous claw.

Yet, to everyone's surprise, Madara advanced instead of retreating, crashing straight into the Wolf King's chest.

While this freed him from the immediate danger, it also placed him in an even more lethal predicament.

The Fire Wolf King was somewhat taken aback as well. This was the first time it had seen a human who, rather than fleeing from its attack, had charged directly at it.

But the vicious instincts of a Spirit Beast made it lower its head without hesitation, intending to bite off Madara's head.

Too close! Close enough for Madara to see every fang in the Fire Wolf King's mouth and feel the hot, damp, foul-smelling breath pouring from it.

Madara shot forward with a lightning-fast slide, using his small and nimble body to dart beneath it.

At the same time, he did not forget to grip the Kunai, using the momentum to stab upward and leave another slash on the Fire Wolf King's body.

Madara slid a short distance away, but his face bore a smile of certain victory.

He had experienced this kind of battle far too many times. With his abundant combat experience, he could always drag his enemies into his own rhythm.

Sure enough, the Fire Wolf King leaped forward, instantly closing the distance between itself and Madara.

Madara was just about to be swallowed by the gaping maw behind him.

Even Tang Hao, watching from the side, could not help breaking into a cold sweat for Madara. He was ready at any moment to step in and save his troublesome eldest son.

Yet Madara neither dodged nor evaded. He ran straight up a large tree!!!

That was right—he ran up it! It was the tree-climbing training of a ninja.

Tang Hao was astonished once again. His eldest son truly did not know how many surprises he had given him.

But Madara's next action made Tang Hao's heart leap into his throat. He hurriedly tossed his wine bottle aside, his lazy expression gone entirely.

Madara was like a madman. With a crazed smile on his face, he leaped down from the tree as if offering himself directly into the jaws of the Fire Wolf King clinging below.

If animals had any vulnerable places, the mouth would certainly be one. The flesh there was exceptionally tender, and if exploited, it could become a fatal weakness.

The Fire Wolf King opened its massive jaws wide, intending to swallow Madara as he fell from above. Madara, meanwhile, extended one hand forward, gripping the blood-red Kunai. The instant the Fire Wolf King bit down, the blood-red Kunai braced against its jaws, and the stabbing pain made it pause for an instant.

Now!

Madara's Sharingan pupils constricted sharply. The sleeve arrow on the arm he had thrust into the wolf's mouth activated. Several powerful short arrows shot out within the wolf's mouth, piercing through the back of the Fire Wolf King's head.

The Fire Wolf King closed its eyes in disbelief. Its towering body collapsed weakly, and a yellow Soul Ring slowly floated out from its corpse.

The surrounding Fire Wolves began to whimper softly at the sight, as though seeing off their fallen king.

A perfect kill.

This was Uchiha Madara's fighting style—brutal and deadly.

A man who had developed his talent for battle to the utmost extreme.

"Are you out of your mind?" Tang Hao rushed over and scolded him anxiously.

Battle was supposed to be fun! Madara rolled up his sleeve, revealing a large patch of skin that had already turned bluish-purple, yet he did not care in the slightest.

"I'm going to absorb this Soul Ring!" Madara sat cross-legged on the ground and asked Tang Hao.

He was simply a little madman!

Tang Hao began to doubt his own judgment. Could someone so fearless of death truly live long enough to become a Titled Douluo?

Tang Hao could only sit down nearby and close his eyes to rest, silently standing guard for Madara.

Meanwhile, Madara had already devoted himself completely to absorbing the Soul Ring.

An energy extremely similar to Chakra—this must be Soul Power!

It flowed through Madara's limbs and bones, but it was incredibly violent, perhaps because the Soul Ring was too old.

Is that all? You think you can trouble Uchiha Madara?

Madara's head was covered in sweat. The overly powerful Soul Ring had placed an enormous burden on him as well.

Behave yourself!

Tang Hao opened his eyes, concern visible in his gaze as he watched Madara.

Madara had not experienced this feeling in a long time—being filled with power, filled to the point where he felt like he was about to explode.

The chaotic Soul Power was like an uncontrollable vehicle, crashing wildly through Madara's meridians.

Then, bit by bit, Madara forcibly subdued and controlled it with unyielding determination. Throughout the process, he had to endure agonizing pain, but he bore it all with an iron will.

Submit! Who knew how long had passed before Madara finally brought the last trace of chaotic Soul Power under control. He opened his eyes. The single tomoe in his Sharingan slowly revolved, while a yellow Soul Ring gradually appeared behind him.

He had advanced!

Madara felt as though the bottleneck of his Chakra had also opened, allowing it to transform into Soul Power at any time.

So it was true. Soul Power and Chakra had similar properties.

"Finished absorbing it? Come eat first!" Tang Hao said as he turned around with his back to him, revealing the huge wolf he was roasting, sizzling and dripping with oil.

He did not pay any attention to Madara's Soul Ring.

Madara had not eaten a single bite since morning, and hunger inevitably stirred in his stomach.

Without any ceremony, Madara sat beside Tang Hao and began wolfing down the roasted wolf meat.

The two of them, one large and one small, silently ate their roasted meat without saying a word. Yet Madara suddenly felt that this kind of life did not seem so bad.