"Ah..."
Cries of agony seemed to join into a single line across the battlefield, tracing Madara Uchiha's path of movement.
Amid the army of shinobi, Madara was like a dancer, carrying out cold and efficient slaughter with a rhythm all his own. Everywhere he passed was carpeted with flowers blooming in blood.
Ordinary Chunin could not withstand even a single move from him, while even most Jonin collapsed at the first exchange.
The scarlet eyes in his sockets darted rapidly in every direction. No matter where an attack came from or where an enemy was hiding, none could escape his notice.
Thus, the entire battlefield became his stage for displaying the Sharingan and taijutsu.
Whoosh...
At that moment, a kunai shrieked through the air as it flew at Madara Uchiha from his blind spot.
Madara Uchiha's expression did not change. He casually snatched the long sword from the hands of a Kumogakure Jonin before him, then turned and slashed without even looking, cleanly cutting the incoming kunai in two.
The kunai, split down the middle, struck two shinobi from the Allied Shinobi Forces on either side without deviation, instantly scoring a double kill!
The entire sequence flowed as smoothly as water, as though it had been rehearsed countless times, without the slightest error!
The Kumogakure Jonin whose sword had been taken instinctively began forming hand seals to cast a ninjutsu. But before he could finish, he discovered that the sword taken from him had somehow already pierced his chest.
Pfft...
Blood reeking heavily of iron gushed violently from the wound in his chest, staining the front of his clothes red!
As his consciousness gradually faded, the only thing in the Kumogakure Jonin's vision was Madara Uchiha's indifferent retreating figure.
"Damn it, am I not even worthy of a proper glance