The two weapons collided. Uchiha Madara heard a clang, as if he had struck a piece of metal.
This made Uchiha Madara feel quite strange. The branch before him was truly not the sort of branch that simply grew on a tree.
"Interesting." Uchiha Madara said.
As he spoke, Uchiha Madara fended off the young man's attacks. He could tell that this young man had received an excellent education; his attacks were orderly and precise, clearly highly refined, and he was extremely proficient with the sword.
Every collision between Uchiha Madara and the young man produced a deafening boom, sending tremors through the air.
Though the crowd below stared with wide eyes, they could see nothing. All they saw were two black shadows colliding one moment and separating the next; beyond that, they could make out nothing at all.
Everyone held their breath. Though they could not see anything, they still felt in their hearts that this match was truly spectacular, a sight rarely seen in a thousand years.
Only now did Big Head, standing beneath the arena, truly understand what Uchiha Madara had said and why he had discussed those matters with him.
At first, Big Head had thought Uchiha Madara lacked the ability and merely wanted him to knock him off the platform, so that he would not be killed. But now, it seemed that he had genuinely been thinking of Big Head.
Still, as Big Head watched Uchiha Madara, he thought that if this man was so formidable, then his judgment must be exceptionally accurate. At this moment, Big Head also felt that his own future was surely bright.
The referee had already retreated from the arena and run forward, because the situation before him was no longer something he could control. He had to report it