Madman

As Madara moved and dodged, he heard Zhao Wuji roar. His thunderous voice seemed to carry for miles: "Gravity! Crush!"

Madara suddenly felt a tremendous weight press down on him. His body sank slightly, and his dodging speed undoubtedly slowed.

"This should be the end," Flender said with a sigh, pushing up his glasses.

"Not necessarily!" Although Tang San had complete faith in his brother, his clenched fists betrayed the tension in his heart.

"That's already his third spirit skill!" Oscar said beside him, dumbfounded.

Even when Tang San and the others had joined forces, they had only managed to force Zhao Wuji to use a few spirit skills.

That meant Madara's strength alone was nearly comparable to the combined strength of Tang San and the others.

"Kid! Fly!" Zhao Wuji's massive palm, as large as a fan, rapidly filled Madara's vision.

Before the palm even arrived, its wind did. The force of Zhao Wuji's strike sent Madara's hair flying wildly.

"Haha! Come on!" Faced with the threat of death, Madara seemed to ignite from head to toe. He was completely immersed in the thrill of battle, as though he were enjoying every second of it.

The Uchiha War Fan fell into Madara's hand, and he swung it with all his strength, using offense in place of defense.

"Uchiha Rebound!"

Madara roared himself hoarse and collided head-on with Zhao Wuji's bear-like palm without yielding an inch.

What no one noticed was that the tomoe in Madara's eyes were spinning rapidly, faster and faster, as though they were beginning to change shape.

A massive shockwave erupted from the point where the two clashed, spreading in every direction alongside an ear-splitting boom.

In an instant, dirt flew everywhere, and the withered grass covering the ground was ripped up.

Madara flew away like a kite with its string cut. After landing, he rolled across the ground several times before barely dissipating the tremendous force.

Madara staggered to his feet and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. His eyes shone as brilliantly as stars, and the curve of his lips rose even higher.

"H-He... he actually blocked it!" Ma Hongjun stammered.

"As expected, Brother's strength is even more unfathomable now!" Tang San felt both worry and joy. He feared that Madara would suffer serious injuries fighting so desperately, yet he was also thrilled by his brother's immense strength.

"Again! Again!" Madara charged forward without hesitation, just as he had before. As he ran, the weights on his body fell away and crashed onto the ground, kicking up clouds of dust.

Zhao Wuji flexed his slightly numb wrist, his heart filled with shock. He had never expected a mere Three-ring Soul Master to withstand one of his attacks.

Though he had used less than thirty percent of his strength, even a four-ring Soul Ancestor might not have been able to endure it, much less a Three-ring Soul Master!

What surprised Zhao Wuji even more was that Madara had charged at him again after being knocked back. A newborn calf truly feared no tiger.

Was this kid insane?

But the trace of disdain in Zhao Wuji's heart quickly vanished, because he saw the weights Madara had dropped while running and instantly understood.

"This kid actually dared to hold back while fighting a seven-ring Soul Saint like me!" Zhao Wuji felt as though the world had become absurd, like a dream.

"Come on! Let me see the power of a Soul Saint!" Madara kept the Eight Inner Gates open through the Third Gate. Soul Power steam burst from his body, making him even faster as he shouted with madness in his eyes.

"He's fucking crazy!" Zhao Wuji cursed inwardly. He had always considered himself a bastard, but this was the first time he had met someone even more of a little demon than himself.

Though Zhao Wuji kept cursing internally, his movements did not slow in the slightest. He struck again with the Great Vajra Palm, this time using nearly fifty percent of his strength.

"Old Zhao! It looks like you might not be able to hold back!" As he spoke, Dean Flender activated Martial Soul Possession and spread his wings, ready to enter the fight at any moment.

Without hesitation, Madara fused the Soul Power and Chakra within his body, compressed them, and sent them surging wildly through his meridians before unleashing his spirit skill: "Fire Release: Great Fire Annihilation!"

Blazing flames spread like rolling waves, swallowing the entire field of grass like a tidal surge. In an instant, the area became a sea of fire, and even the sky was dyed crimson.

"So strong!" Everyone raised their arms to shield themselves from the blast of heat, their hearts shaken again and again.

"This spirit skill is abnormally powerful!" Flender, with the cultivation of a Soul Douluo, was unaffected. Watching the pillar of fire that seemed to pierce heaven and earth, he pondered bitterly.

He had seen hundred-year spirit skills! He had seen First Spirit Rings! But this was the first time he had ever seen such a ferocious First Spirit Skill!

"Are you sure he isn't a fire-attribute soul master?" Ma Hongjun did not complain this time. Instead, he swallowed and asked Tang San beside him.

Others might not understand, but Ma Hongjun, whose Martial Soul was the Evil Fire Phoenix, understood far more than most. If he obtained his Third Spirit Ring, he might not even be able to match this First Spirit Ring.

But this overwhelming sea of fire clearly could not trap Zhao Wuji. Everyone saw a burly, bear-like figure slowly walk out from the blazing flames.

"Still not enough, kid!" Zhao Wuji walked forward as his Fourth Spirit Ring activated, extinguishing the flames around him. Combined with the Immoveable Ming King Divine shielding him from the heat, it was as though he stood in another world. There was not even a speck of ash on him.

"What an exciting opponent!" Madara tossed the Uchiha War Fan in his hand onto the ground. A massive palm print had appeared on it, making it clearly unusable.

Even though it had been forged from Iron Essence, without Heavenly Treasures, it still could not withstand a Soul Saint's strike.

"Oh?" Zhao Wuji looked at Madara in the distance in surprise, suddenly sensing that something was wrong.

Not good!

Zhao Wuji suddenly felt a needle-like pain at his neck. It was a premonition of danger.

Another Madara leaped at him from the side, the sickle in his hand slashing without hesitation at Zhao Wuji's neck. But Zhao Wuji dodged in advance, and the blade merely scraped against the phantom of the Immoveable Ming King Divine, throwing out a stream of sparks.

Meanwhile, the Madara who had remained in place had already phased away and disappeared.

Genjutsu!

Madara had known from the start that his First Spirit Skill could not do anything to Zhao Wuji. So why had he spent so much Soul Power to release it?

Naturally, it was to block Zhao Wuji's vision. Using the flames as cover, Madara silently activated his Second Spirit Ring and trapped Zhao Wuji in his genjutsu.

Madara had discovered that people in this world seemed to have very little defense against genjutsu. If used properly, even a Titled Douluo could fall into an illusion. This was probably because illusion-type Martial Souls were truly rare on the Douluo Continent. Unlike in his previous life, where every ninja guarded against them, genjutsu had ultimately become an obscure and strange category, difficult to defend against.

Zhao Wuji had already assumed that Madara was a fire-attribute soul master, never expecting him to have concealed his genjutsu abilities all along. Now that Madara had finally used them, the result naturally caught him completely off guard.