Confidence

Hamura had no real way to deal with Uchiha Madara now. He could only defend passively, and even that was fraught with danger. If this dragged on, he would likely still lose.

Hamura pulled the black rod from his body and casually tossed it to the ground, his face filled with endless fury.

He had actually been defeated by a mere junior, with black rods driven into his body. If not for his Sage Body, that strike alone would have ended him.

"Next time, I'll smash your skull."

After saying that, Uchiha Madara used the Sage Staff in his hand to gesture at Hamura's head.

Hamura: ...

"Then come and try. You're not qualified to kill me."

Uchiha Qingfeng slowly watched the grand show unfold, his heart tense. It was still impossible to say who would emerge as the final victor.

Then he suddenly noticed that Minato's Sage Mode markings were rapidly fading, while the blue Susanoo beside him was becoming somewhat illusory as well. In the end, they could no longer hold on.

Although it seemed that the duration of the Infinite Tsukuyomi had passed, the nine tomoe on the red moon made it feel as though the genjutsu had not completely disappeared.

Fine, I'll do another good deed.

Uchiha Qingfeng enveloped Minato, Shisui, and Itachi within his Susanoo.

"If you can hold on, then hold on a little longer. We have to see the outcome, after all."

Minato lay nearby. He said this only to prevent the two sides from fighting.

Only when Uchiha Qingfeng came closer did he see that both Itachi and Shisui's eyes were bleeding. They were both overtaxing their ocular power to keep going.

"If you can't hold on, just say so. Did you have to make yourselves look like this? Are you trying