"Looks like I was about to lose!" Ming Jing held his broken blade and smiled calmly.
"Someone like you would indeed be a pity to kill." Madara looked at Ming Jing with considerable admiration. "Why not stay and build a new world with me? Your entirely new system of power could also spread through that new world. Then you could be considered the founder of a school."
"Sorry, but my style can't be taught to others." Ming Jing shook his head and refused.
"Then that is truly unfortunate!" Madara said with a hint of regret. Such an interesting power system being impossible to promote was quite a loss!
Ming Jing asked curiously, "How did you see through me? I had displayed it for less than an hour."
"At first, you truly caught me off guard. I nearly died at your hands. When you made the moon disappear, I became suspicious. The moon had vanished, and Infinite Tsukuyomi had indeed stopped. But after sensing it, I discovered that although Infinite Tsukuyomi had stopped, its effects had not been interrupted. Then you destroyed senjutsu and Truth-Seeking Orbs with one hand, and easily blocked a strike from Perfect Susanoo. You were absurdly powerful." Madara sighed with emotion. He had danced on the edge of life and death once again. That was the kind of life worthy of legend!
"That still failed to scare you off. That was what surprised me." Ming Jing sighed and said with a bitter smile, "I really underestimated you old monsters!"
"Because you are too young!" Madara wore the expression of someone speaking from experience as he asked, "Have you ever lost?"
"I have!" Ming Jing nodded frankly. Thinking about it carefully, it seemed he really had—
Madara looked at the hot-blooded young Ming Jing and coolly asked, "Have