"What?" Ye Zhi Qiu suddenly realized something, and his expression changed drastically as he cried out in alarm.
The third thousand-year spirit ring behind Madara flickered faintly as boundless Soul Power surged through his hand and into the War Fan.
"Third Spirit Skill: Copy. Ninja Tool Explosion!"
Madara swung the War Fan with all his strength, its mournful wind howl accompanying the brutal blow as it slammed into Ye Zhi Qiu's turtle shell.
The flames unleashed by the massive explosion instantly engulfed the shell, while the intense kinetic force launched Ye Zhi Qiu into the air.
"Let me show you my defense!" Battle intent blazed in Madara's eyes. Looking up at Ye Zhi Qiu spinning through the air, he shot toward the turtle shell like a launched rocket.
The best defense was, of course, offense!
Madara instantly leaped to Ye Zhi Qiu's side. By then, the old turtle had extended his head and limbs, flailing wildly without any way to break free.
"Come on!" Madara attacked one part of the turtle shell with frenzied ferocity. The gaps, shell plates, and side ridges were all covered in a dense barrage of Blade Aura.
For the final blow, Madara released the sickle in his hand and gripped the War Fan tightly with both hands. Like he was swinging a baseball bat, he viciously sent Ye Zhi Qiu hurtling downward at even greater speed.
The enormous turtle shell fell from the sky like a meteor, smashing a huge crater into the ground. Dust flew everywhere, and shattered stones scattered in all directions.
"Cough, cough, cough!" After the dust settled, Ye Zhi Qiu slowly crawled out of the pit. He had only suffered minor injuries and still looked full of life and vigor.
Wasn't that defense a little too absurd?
"Kid! You can't hurt