At the instant the three collided, the ground, which had just been restored, was once again covered in a dense web of cracks.
"Every strike is at least as powerful as the Eight Inner Gates' Gate of Wonder." Madara swung the Sword of Nunoboko, his Rinnegan glinting as he stared at Isshiki, who had retreated with a long black rod in hand. "It's a shame we didn't get to see the steaming red aura."
Tobirama pulled the Black Receiver from his chest. Feeling his blood gushing out, he said gravely, "You'd have to reach the Gate of Death to see that. Besides, this guy isn't even a shinobi."
"I never expected a lower life-form to possess such powerful regenerative abilities."
The winds that had thrown the sky into turmoil finally died down. Isshiki activated his Byakugan and carefully examined Madara and Tobirama's bodies.
Regenerative abilities of this caliber were rare even among the Otsutsuki Clan.
Isshiki discarded the Black Receiver in his hand. That brief clash had left him wary of the strange weapon Madara wielded.
His life force was steadily draining away, but Isshiki, who had reached his peak, was climbing to unprecedented heights.
He had to finish them in an instant and plant his Karma to achieve true rebirth. Kaguya was watching from behind the scenes.
"Here he comes!"
Sage Mode had given Tobirama extraordinary sensory abilities. He could easily detect the surging energy inside Isshiki, like magma erupting.
"Sword of Nunoboko?"
The power he had gained in exchange for his life gave Isshiki an entirely different experience. He now felt that he could almost touch the realm of the "gods."
All it took was one punch.
Madara, sword and all, was sent flying and embedded in a stone pillar on the mountain behind them.
"Bang!"
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