Ming Jing had no idea what Madara was imagining. He felt somewhat puzzled; it seemed he still possessed another power, one he had not used for so long that he had nearly forgotten it!
Now was a good time to use it.
"Fighting me, and you still dare to lose focus?" Madara controlled Susanoo and flew to Ming Jing's side in the blink of an eye. Clasping his hands together, he hammered them down at Ming Jing.
Ming Jing's expression changed. It was already too late to dodge! He overlapped his arms above his head in a defensive stance. The next moment, Susanoo's mountain-heavy fists slammed into him. Like a meteor tearing through the atmosphere, he plummeted toward the ground with a long trail of flame behind him.
But Ming Jing was not a mindless meteor. At an altitude of one thousand meters above the ground, he steadied himself. Madara followed close behind, and the instant Ming Jing stopped, his attack arrived as well. "Fire Style: Majestic Destroyer Flame!" Ten dragon-shaped flames blasted toward Ming Jing from every angle, sealing off his retreat.
"Wind!" Ming Jing narrowed his eyes and activated the Wind Release Technique!
The ten fire dragons were about to crash into Ming Jing when, at the critical moment, a crescent-shaped Wind Blade suddenly appeared. It swept through them as easily as destroying dry twigs and rotten wood, instantly annihilating all ten fire dragons as though they had never existed.
Ming Jing looked at Madara. Without any visible movement from him, Madara suddenly felt every hair on his body stand on end. His entire body toppled backward against his will.
"Hm?" Ming Jing was slightly stunned. Madara, who had just been before his eyes, had vanished outright.
He could not sense Madara anywhere nearby. Rather surprised, Ming Jing