"Hehehe..."
Cold sweat streamed down Uchiha Madara's forehead. "This isn't called dodging. As a ninja, this is the wiser approach!"
Huh?
He suddenly raised his head, his face tinged with confusion. "Why does it feel like it's getting hotter and hotter behind me?"
The sword that had originally been only three feet long had now stretched to a thousand meters, like a blade that could split the heavens, appearing behind him. At this moment, there was nowhere left to dodge. Its razor-sharp aura felt as though it could... destroy even the body of a god!
"How is this possible?!"
Uchiha Madara's entire body was wracked with agony. Before his disbelieving eyes, the Golden Sword slashed through his waist. This strike met no resistance—not because Uchiha Madara's body was not strong enough.
His body had already reached the level of a god.
Yet before the Golden Wheel Reincarnation Explosion, his body was like butter beneath a hot knife, effortlessly split in two!
The light flashed again!
Uchiha Madara was divided into four pieces.
"Cough, cough... You... how could you possibly wield such powerful strength?!"
Uchiha Madara was horrified, his pupils filled with fear. "Even as a Ten-Tails Jinchuriki, my Dojutsu was never this terrifying! You... how do you have such powerful Dojutsu Power?!"
Whether it was the Uchiha Clan or any other race,
powerful Dojutsu required Dojutsu Power to sustain them.
Using them also consumed Dojutsu Power.
Just how many Dojutsu had Uchiha Akira fucking used already?
Not only was he not the slightest bit exhausted, he looked completely unaffected. So who the fuck was the Ten-Tails Jinchuriki here?!
"You're asking how much Dojutsu Power I have?"
Uchiha Akira stroked his chin. "Then I'll have to calculate just how many people's Dojutsu I've absorbed. First would be your Limbo: Border Jail..."