Evening Elephant

"Gulp—"

Accompanied by a furious roar, a terrifying aura erupted from Might Guy.

Even the tiny stones at his feet were jolted into the air by the sudden burst of aura, floating one by one around him.

The blue steam surrounding his body was replaced by vivid red steam.

It had been dyed red by blood evaporating from within his body!

Sensing that terrifying aura from afar, Madara Uchiha exclaimed in surprise and delight, "So this is the legendary Eighth Death Gate? It's truly astonishingly powerful!"

The gap between the Seventh and Eighth Gates was simply too great.

Before the battle had even begun, the oppressive aura emanating from his opponent had already given him a sense of mortal danger.

This was a being completely different from Hashirama Senju!

Although he was not as powerful as Hashirama overall, at this moment, this man already possessed the ability to kill him!

Yet despite this, Madara felt no fear whatsoever.

Because fighting the strong and walking along the edge of death was more exhilarating than anything else.

At this moment, he had even cast the Moon Eye out of his mind, focusing wholeheartedly on enjoying the thrill of battling on the brink of death.

"Come on, let's dance! Bring me joy! Hahahaha--"

Hearing his arrogant laughter, Might Guy's heart remained unmoved. He shot forward like a red meteor.

"The future should be created through everyone's efforts, not replaced with your Genjutsu!"

"Flowers watered with the sweat of hard work will bloom more brightly and beautifully than any other flowers!"

Madara Uchiha stared intently at the red meteor and laughed loudly. "Sweat will eventually run dry!"

"Just like you now, like a withered leaf falling in the autumn wind!"

"You're about to fall!"

His opponent was moving too fast. Even his Sharingan could