Daru's body was violently scorched by Uchiha Madara's Great Fireball. He screamed loudly, and his immense pain gradually erupted as his Cosmo. Watching his Cosmo, Uchiha Madara could not help but feel startled. "Does this child truly possess such talent? A Saint with such talent is truly rare!"
A desire to nurture talent arose in Uchiha Madara's heart. He knew this child had limitless potential and could not bear to let him die like this. So he withdrew the Great Fireball, but Daru refused to let it go and shouted, "Uchiha Madara, have you run out of moves already? Attacks like this are useless against me! If you have the guts, use something else to attack me!"
Uchiha Madara closed his eyes and said, "Daru, Daru, I withdrew that Great Fireball myself. If you truly have something in mind, then come at me. I'll face you."
Daru roared furiously, "You said it!"
Daru swung his fist with all his might, launching another Golden Horn Lightspeed Punch at Uchiha Madara. Uchiha Madara extended his palm and lightly blocked Daru's fist. Daru's face changed drastically. His strongest punch had been blocked so effortlessly by Uchiha Madara—how could that be possible?
Uchiha Madara gave a cold smile. He clenched his hand around Daru's fist and flung him away with a powerful motion. Daru crashed heavily to the ground. He struggled to his feet and stared wide-eyed at Uchiha Madara before him.
Uchiha Madara smiled. "Now you finally understand the gap between our strengths, don't you? You are a very talented child. I do not wish to kill you. Please let me pass."
But Daru desperately shook his head. "No! If I let you pass, then the Pope's will—"
Daru suddenly covered his mouth. Clearly, he had let something slip. Uchiha Madara's expression turned