Clearing the Field by Force

"Have you ever killed anyone?" Madara asked suddenly after a moment of silence.

"N-No!" Meng Yiran answered weakly, clearly lacking confidence.

"Then shut up!" Madara released his killing intent, and a single glance instantly cowed Meng Yiran.

So noisy! Much quieter now!

Meng Yiran finally stopped chattering and obediently huddled like a quail, giving Madara's ears some peace for a while.

Only then could Madara focus and observe the situation. The battle ahead did not seem like it would end anytime soon.

One of the combatants was a massive eye-like Spirit Beast with tentacles resembling a creature's optic nerves, making it look incredibly strange and disgusting.

Fighting it was a python five or six zhang long, its body as thick as a water barrel and covered in crimson patterns. Its pair of brown vertical snake pupils looked incomparably sinister.

Judging from the battle, the Crimson Serpent clearly held the upper hand. Yet for some reason, it seemed hesitant and restrained. It wanted to take down the giant eye, but appeared to have some misgivings.

As a Spirit Beast, the Crimson Serpent soon lost its patience. It suddenly unleashed a killing move and bit at the giant eye it had been entangled with.

The two tomoe in Madara's Sharingan spun rapidly, allowing him to see every detail of the battle with absolute clarity.

Just as the Crimson Serpent was about to succeed, Madara clearly sensed the giant eye release an inexplicable wave that spread outward from its center.

This was probably what made that giant-eyed Spirit Beast so strange. Madara instantly perked up and watched the moment with his full attention.

The inexplicable wave swept over the Crimson Serpent, and its attack abruptly halted. Its gaze turned vacant as well. When it shook its head and recovered, the tentacles around the giant eye lashed out like whips once more, forcing the Crimson Serpent back.

It had finally appeared! Even Madara, who had weathered so many storms, could not help feeling excited within his calm heart.

Hard work truly paid off! To Madara, this wave was extremely similar to a genjutsu. This was precisely the second spirit ring he needed!

Now that Madara had confirmed his target, he naturally would not let it slip from his grasp. There was nothing Uchiha Madara wanted that he could not obtain.

However, this battle would not end anytime soon, so he naturally needed to clear away the trash obstructing him.

A crazed smile curled across Madara's lips as a cold, bloody, violent aura burst forth. Meng Yiran, standing closest to him, felt as though she had entered the depths of winter. The bone-piercing killing intent seemed to seep into her marrow.

Madara noticed that he had lost control somewhat and withdrew his aura again. It was as though the Madara Meng Yiran had seen, like Asura himself, had only been a dream.

Meng Yiran looked at Madara with lingering fear. She suddenly realized that the brat she had dismissed was beyond merely cruel!

He could not be too ostentatious, or he would scare away the rats!

Madara's body seemed to tremble slightly, but not from fear. The massive rush of adrenaline had driven every cell in his body into a state of activity, even excitement.

A faint blood-red flush appeared on Madara's face, but his eyes carefully observed exactly how many Spirit Masters around them were lying in wait.

Let me see whether these dozen or so weaklings are qualified to dance before me.

"What are you going to do now?" Meng Yiran seemed to have a bad feeling. Deep down, she asked herself whether following Madara here had been a mistake.

"See whether these little rats possess the bearing of the strong," Madara answered Meng Yiran, unusually enough.

Meng Yiran did not understand what the bearing of the strong meant, but she would soon understand—and remember it for the rest of her life.

Without hesitation, Madara stood, drew his scythe, and charged toward where the numerous Spirit Masters were hiding.

Meng Yiran could hardly believe her eyes. Was Madara going to his death?

The hidden Spirit Masters all noticed Madara at the same time, their gleeful gazes fixed on him as though he were a fool.

In a little while, they would not be able to laugh anymore. They would never laugh again!

Madara sped forward close to the ground. With his free hand, he pulled countless Kunai, Senbon, and Shuriken from his ninja tool pouch and scattered them ahead as though they cost nothing.

Several Spirit Masters closest to Madara had just been rubbing their hands together, ready to teach him a lesson. They had not expected him to pull such a move, and in their surprise, they were all hit.

They each used Martial Soul Possession. They were all actually two-ring Spirit Masters, but that changed nothing.

The ninja tools that had been in the air or dodged suddenly collided with one another in pairs, all changing direction and scattering in every direction.

Caught off guard, those Spirit Masters were struck by quite a few ninja tools, though they only suffered superficial wounds.

"Damn it, no rules at all! Kill him first!"

"Where did this ignorant brat come from?"

Multicolored lights flashed as the Spirit Masters used Martial Soul Possession and launched their spirit skills, pouncing toward Madara.

Endless killing intent filled Madara's eyes as he charged at them as well.

Madara's figure crossed paths with those Spirit Masters in an instant. Completely unharmed, he continued charging forward.

The Spirit Masters stood frozen in place as though immobilized. The arms they had used to attack were all severed, and only after Madara had gone far away did they collapse to the ground in a tangled heap.

Those sent as scouts for their teams were mostly agility-type Spirit Masters with beast martial souls. Already wounded and hindered in movement, they had actually dared to clash head-on with a monster like Madara!

Thirteen remained!

Madara continued rushing forward. The other Spirit Masters had all come to their senses. If they did not take this seriously, they would most likely lose their lives.

They each used Martial Soul Possession, then charged at Madara like a surging pack of wolves beneath the dazzling multicolored lights.

"A flock of sheep, and you still want to resist a lion?" Madara was amused by their overestimation of themselves and decided to give them a proper awakening.

Other than shock, Meng Yiran was nearly incapable of feeling anything else.

Challenging those above one's level? Meng Yiran asked herself whether she could barely manage it, but even one-on-one was already difficult. She absolutely could not fight one against many like Madara.

"Is this the extent of your ability?" Madara watched the dazzling Soul Skills before him converge into a river and surge toward him, yet he looked upon them with contempt.

"Watch out!" Meng Yiran cried out as she watched Madara stand completely still.

Fire Release. Great Dragon Fire Technique!

Under the combined effects of Chakra and Soul Power, a massive fire dragon appeared and charged irresistibly toward the group of Soul Masters.

The river formed by their Soul Skills was instantly crushed beneath the fire dragon's torrential flames, which then continued forward with unstoppable force.

In an instant, countless clumps of earth and fragrant grass were thrown into the air. The dull rumbling sounded like thunder, and even Meng, far away, could feel the ground trembling slightly.

Several Soul Masters were immediately blasted by the fire dragon, their entire bodies catching fire as they screamed and rolled across the ground.

A few others standing near the edges were lucky enough to escape with their lives, but their faces had already gone pale with terror.

They were only minor figures with one or two Spirit Rings. How could they possibly withstand Madara, who was like a ferocious tiger?

Wielding a blood-red Kunai, Madara dispatched the remaining survivors within a few exchanges.

Meng Yiran watched from afar, utterly stunned. She had never imagined that Madara's combat strength could be so formidable.

In that instant, Madara's invincible figure was firmly etched into Meng Yiran's heart.

Madara cleared out all these weaklings with lightning speed. But was it really that simple?

"Come out. I know where you're hiding." Madara dusted off his hands and looked up in one direction.

Meng Yiran, who had just been about to emerge from her hiding place, was startled. She had not noticed there was anyone else here at all.

"You really are impressive!"