Looking at Ronglin, who still had the mood to laugh, Tsunade was completely helpless.
Do you even have that kind of confidence? Say something already—you're making everyone worry themselves sick.
"I have waited a long time, but I still need to keep waiting."
Ronglin's words made Madara pause slightly. Keep waiting? What did he mean?
Madara had no idea that when Ronglin said those words, the hidden Black Zetsu's eyelid twitched violently. Once Madara had completely become the Ten-Tails' Jinchuriki, Black Zetsu had left Obito's body and attached himself to Madara. Only then could Black Zetsu carry out his final plan at the right time.
"What do you mean?"
An unhappy look appeared on Madara's face as he slowly raised his staff at Ronglin.
"Are you afraid?"
"Afraid?"
Ronglin's expression froze slightly before he could not help laughing.
"Me, afraid?"
Pointing at himself, Ronglin laughed. "Madara, I admit that you're very strong now, but you're not qualified to make me afraid. Although you look a lot like the Sage of Six Paths now, you're not him in the end. Hmm—holding that staff with Truth-Seeking Orbs floating behind you, you really do resemble the Sage of Six Paths. But you still aren't qualified to make me afraid."
Wagging a finger, Ronglin mercilessly mocked Madara to his face. Confidence was good, but excessive confidence was a problem.
If Ronglin had been afraid, would he have foolishly let them keep carrying out the Infinite Tsukuyomi plan?
Would he have stupidly waited here? He would have acted long ago.
"Hmph!!"
Madara had not expected such an answer. He snorted coldly and swung the staff in his hand. The smile on Ronglin's face did not fade as he glanced around and said with a laugh, "Madara, don't forget—you're not the only one with a Rinnegan.