I, Madara, Am Inviting You to a Family Bucket

"Very good Chakra."

Watching Number Four's aura rise steadily, Uchiha Madara rarely showed a grave expression. Judging by the quality of his Chakra alone, this fake Clone's power had now completely surpassed that of the real Ōnoki.

"But a Rider's battle doesn't rely on Chakra alone."

Shaking his head lightly, Uchiha Madara raised his bloodstained blade and swung it. Sharp sword light sliced through the thin mist as several blue blade auras shot forth.

Just as the sharp blade auras were about to carve Number Four into a human stump, he moved.

"Bang!"

It was still the classic raised-arm block, but this time, an extra layer of dark-red molten armor had appeared over Number Four's shattered gauntlet. The blade auras struck it with nothing more than a dull thud.

"Oh?"

Uchiha Madara's sword swing paused, a trace of curiosity in his eyes beneath the mask.

It was a power he had never seen before.

After blocking Uchiha Madara's attack, the scarlet mist filling the area was finally completely absorbed by the Abdominal Mouth at Number Four's waist.

"Boom!"

The next second, dark-red gelatinous Chakra gushed from the chewing Abdominal Mouth, turning into streams of scorching magma that climbed over Number Four's red armor, flowing in patterns resembling the veins of a human body.

When all the veins converged at his chest, an entirely new suit of dark-red armor emerged.

Within the veins spread across his body, magma flowed like blood, shimmering with intertwined golden and crimson light, giving the heavy armor a true sense of overwhelming power.

"This is?"

Having witnessed Number Four's transformation, Uchiha Madara's curiosity deepened. It was not as though he had never beaten up Ōnoki before, but this enhanced form of the Four-Tails Knight was his first time seeing it.

Feeling the scorching energy within his