Holding His Own

Feeling somewhat looked down upon, Madara Uchiha was consumed by rage.

"Kid, do you think that sensing my Limbo clones means you can defeat me?"

"Keep dreaming!"

Before the words had even faded, he and another Limbo clone charged forward.

The massive Susanoo could not gain any advantage against this opponent. The Limbo clone had already put it away, preparing to fight in a more agile humanoid form.

On top of that, the opponent's physical defenses were absurdly powerful, so he also abandoned the idea of attacking with long-range ninjutsu.

Because that defense was powerful enough to defy the heavens, he could hardly find any technique capable of breaking through it.

Rather than waste time thinking about how to break through that headache-inducing defense, it would be more convenient to seize his opponent's soul directly or devour his chakra.

Immediately, the two men and the clone began a close-quarters taijutsu clash.

Unfortunately, Qi Shuang was not skilled in taijutsu. Fighting a top-tier taijutsu master like Madara at close range was simply asking for trouble.

With an invisible Limbo clone joining in, the situation became completely one-sided.

Before they had exchanged even five rounds, Qi Shuang had already suffered more than ten heavy blows.

"Your taijutsu is a complete mess. What are you going to use to beat me?" Madara Uchiha laughed wildly as he attacked fiercely.

Qi Shuang had no time to answer. He focused entirely on defending against the torrential attacks of the man and his clone.

Bang!

Suddenly, another invisible heavy blow struck his waist, sending him flying against his will.

Although he could sense the clone's general location, he could not perceive the specific changes in its movements during a taijutsu attack. Added to that was Madara's superb taijutsu skill.

He had barely dodged any of the