A sharp gleam suddenly flashed through Madara Uchiha's eyes, and a trace of disdain curled at the corner of his lips.
These shinobi...
In Madara Uchiha's eyes, they were no different from brats.
Since his plan had encountered a minor mishap, he naturally did not mind having some fun with these brats.
Madara Uchiha turned into an afterimage, appearing amidst the Shinobi Allied Forces in an instant.
Though he appeared to be surrounded by the Shinobi Allied Forces, in truth, the Shinobi Allied Forces' shinobi were the ones being surrounded by him alone.
As the former Asura of the Shinobi World, Madara Uchiha was naturally an all-around shinobi. His mastery of taijutsu far surpassed those "brats" in his eyes.
With just a few punches and kicks, a large number of shinobi were sent crashing to the ground by Madara Uchiha.
Like a wolf among sheep, he tore through the ranks of the Shinobi Allied Forces, scattering them into disarray.
"Damn it!"
"So this is Madara Uchiha's strength..."
One of Kumogakure's shinobi gritted his teeth. Seemingly unwilling to accept it, he drew the blade at his waist, spun it into a brilliant flourish, and thrust it straight at Madara Uchiha's heart.
However, the Sharingan in Madara Uchiha's eyes had already caught his movements.
As the Kumogakure shinobi approached, Madara Uchiha nimbly dodged, then reached out with a large hand and clamped it around the man's throat, lifting him into the air.
"Do you want to dance too?"
As he spoke, Madara Uchiha casually flung him aside, smashing the Kumogakure shinobi heavily into the ground.
When Ōnoki saw Madara Uchiha fighting, sweat instantly slid down his forehead.
Floating in midair, Ōnoki could clearly see just how effortless and casual Madara Uchiha's movements were. The elite shinobi of every village, whom they were