"Oscar, have you really made up your mind?" Zhao Wuji asked solemnly.
"I've decided! Even if it means death, I have to try!" Oscar said, his eyes filled with resolve as he slowly tightened his grip on the Kunai.
Ignoring everyone's astonished reactions, Oscar gripped the Kunai tightly and rushed toward the Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent.
"Take off your weights!" Madara shouted at his receding back, with no intention of stopping him.
"You'll get him killed!" Dai Mubai glared at Madara and said through gritted teeth.
"This is his own choice!" Madara replied indifferently, with a trace of disdain. "If he doesn't even have this much courage, then he deserves to become dry bones on someone else's path!"
Others might not know, but how could Madara not understand Oscar's current level?
After training with weights tailored specifically for him, Oscar's strength had increased by far more than just a little. He simply hadn't gone through real combat, so he had yet to realize it.
Moreover, Madara had observed through the Sharingan that the Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent had already been wounded, and its combat strength was far inferior to what it had once been.
Even so, it was nothing but a fool's dream for Oscar to defeat the Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent. But with one side weakened and the other strengthened, he could still hold out for a while.
This was what Madara meant by seeing blood. It wasn't just the enemy's blood he needed to see—he needed to see his own as well!
"We should hurry and follow him!" Tang San suggested to the others, his brows tightly furrowed. "Just in case something happens to Little Ao!"
"Why are you still standing there? Go after him!" Zhao Wuji shot Madara a fierce glare before saying irritably.
Madara had no interest in Zhao