From the surrounding environment, everything here looked exactly the same. There were no obvious flaws.
Then could that flaw, that opening, be Qi Yuanzhe himself?
"You no longer have a choice," Qi Yuanzhe said.
"You have already stepped onto my chessboard, so you must play this game with me. That is both the rule and proper etiquette," Qi Yuanzhe told Uchiha Madara.
"I truly appreciate your generous invitation, but I really do not like this sort of thing," Uchiha Madara said.
Uchiha Madara formed hand seals.
"Fire Style: Flame Dragon Song!" A massive fire dragon, radiating scorching heat, flew toward Qi Yuanzhe's hazy figure.
Uchiha Madara had thought he had found a weakness, but the fire dragon vanished without a trace, as though it had flown into an endless sky.
"Stop struggling. No one can leave this place," Qi Yuanzhe said.
"This is my chessboard. This is my barrier. Everything here is under my control." Qi Yuanzhe's voice was deep and steady, devoid of any emotion.
"I know that everything has a weakness," Uchiha Madara said.
"It is only that I have not found that weakness yet." Uchiha Madara smiled.
"You do not need to put on a show in front of me. I will never play chess with you, because I know chess is your specialty. For me, that would be like walking straight into a Net," Uchiha Madara said.
"What I hate most is using my own weakness to face someone else's strength." Uchiha Madara smiled at Qi Yuanzhe.
"You are a smart man, but what happens now is no longer up to you," Qi Yuanzhe said.
"The rules are not made by you. They are made by me." Qi Yuanzhe remained expressionless.
As soon as Qi Yuanzhe finished speaking, Uchiha Madara felt an immense pressure. Looking up,