"Now, you have absolutely no chance of defeating me."
Uchiha Mai raised his metal-gloved left hand and pointed at Madara, declaring this proudly. Four metal tail feathers danced behind him, radiating the bearing of a true powerhouse.
Madara could not win.
At that moment, everyone understood this fact, whether it was Madara facing Uchiha Mai's overwhelming presence, Minato and the others watching from the sidelines, or the turncoat Orochimaru.
Uchiha Mai turned his wrist, curled his fingers into a loose fist, and fiercely burned the microcosm within him, driving his aura higher. The earth, which had only just settled down, began shaking once again.
Thunderclouds stretching for hundreds of miles surged toward Uchiha Mai like water sucked into a whale's maw. Within a few breaths, the clouds dispersed, revealing the moon.
Meanwhile, black-and-red "raging flames" shaped like a phoenix blazed around Uchiha Mai.
These phoenix flames had formed from the thunderclouds gathered across the sky. Though they looked like fire, their temperature was not particularly high. At least, neither Madara nor Minato and the others felt any unbearable burning heat.
Phoenix Cloth secret art: Phoenix Wing Rise!
Phoenix Wing Rise looked like a flaming phoenix, but it had no fire attribute. Its secret lay in using the microcosm and the pressure of a punch to whip up air currents like a phoenix beating its wings, then unleash a fire phoenix.
When its power reached its peak and truly erupted, it could shatter stars and sink continents.
At that moment, Uchiha Mai possessed every quality of a Saint, including control. He could easily confine even star-shattering power to a tiny area.
In other words, this was an enhanced Morning Peacock, more powerful and terrifying than Evening Elephant or Night Guy.
"Die, Madara!"
Uchiha Mai roared and threw a punch at Madara.