Uchiha Madara leaned on the stone chair and tapped the armrest with his dry fingers, making a very light crisp sound.
"I was just as arrogant as you when I was young."
His voice was hoarse but not weak, as if he was recalling something from long ago.
"Back then, I stood in front of the Uchiha Clan's camp and told my father that one day I would make Uchiha's name resound throughout Shinobi World."
"At that time, the whole clan thought I was crazy, and even my own brother advised me to keep it in check. Later, after I killed so many people on the battlefield and made so many military exploits, Uchiha Clan's reputation really spread throughout Shinobi World."
"But I also hit too many walls. I was surrounded and suppressed by the Senju Clan, betrayed by my own people, suppressed by Hashirama, and ended up sitting in this cave for decades."
He looked at Shaoyu.
"Arrogance is the privilege of young people, but those who are too arrogant often fall the hardest."
"I don't have time for a loser's advice."
Shaoyu's tone was flat.
"Do you believe what you say? You hit a wall not because you are arrogant, but because you are not strong enough."
"If you were stronger than Hashirama back then, you would be the god of Shinobi World now, and you would be the one sitting here telling me the truth. Unfortunately, you are not. So these things you talk about are of no use to me."
Uchiha Madara's fingers stopped.
All the expressions on that withered face disappeared in an instant.
The smile, scrutiny, and fun before were all gone.
Three-Tomoe Sharingan stopped turning in the deep-set eye sockets, as still as the wind suddenly stopped before a storm came.
Several White Zetsu retracted their heads into the rock wall at the same time. They had followed Madara for decades and knew very well what this expression meant.
"Young man, don't think that you are invincible."
Shaoyu looked at the pair of Three-Tomoe Sharingan that started to rotate again, thought for a while, and suddenly asked.
"Can you still fight now?"
Uchiha Madara was silent for a moment, and then smiled.
The dry lips opened, revealing the teeth underneath that were worn by time but still sharp.
"Okay. I want to teach you, this disobedient junior, what real power is."
He calculated the accounts in his mind.
After this battle, the remaining Hashirama Cells energy in Demonic Statue of the Outer Path will be exhausted, and his life support system will completely collapse.
Originally, he could live for a few months, but after the beating, he probably wouldn't be able to survive for even a few hours.
But it doesn't matter, as long as this kid in front of you is dealt with, Black Zetsu is still there, White Zetsu is still there, and Eye of the Moon Plan can continue.
Madara stretched his right hand behind his back and grasped the tube bundle connecting his spine and Demonic Statue of the Outer Path with his five fingers.
The tube trembled in his palm, like the blood vessels of a living creature. Then he tugged hard.
The pipeline broke from the spinal interface, and gray-white Hashirama Cells tissue poured out of the interface, surging and expanding in the air, spreading up along Madara's arm.
Flesh and blood are reborn. Under the dry skin, muscle fibers bulge again, tendons are tightened again, and bones make a crunching sound.
This is the first time in decades that muscle contraction actually drives joint movement.
His back straightened, his shoulders expanded, his white hair began to turn black from Root, spreading upward from the ends of his hair, the wrinkles on his face were filled in by new subcutaneous tissue, his cheekbones resurfaced, and his jawline became as sharp as a knife.
The dark gray yukata was stretched tight by the bulging muscles, and there was a slight tearing sound at the seams of the fabric.
Three-Tomoe Sharingan slowly turns on the face that regains its youth.
It's not Rinnegan, Rinnegan is on Nagato. But to deal with the junior in front of you, Three Tomoe Sharingan is enough.
Shaoyu looked at the ancestor Uchiha in front of him and couldn't help but feel a little interested.
After such a long time, he can be said to be invincible to Shinobi World and Five Great Shinobi Villages. There is no one who can compete with him. He has been bored for too long.
Today, he was very excited to be able to fight against the legendary Asura of the Ninja World.
Madara's right foot moved first.
There was no foreshadowing, no testing, stepping barefoot on the gravel ground, and his whole body was like a black arrow shooting towards Shaoyu.
The right fist came out from the waist without any fancy power-charging movements. The fist tore through the air and went straight to Shaoyu's face.
The strength and speed of this punch are enough to penetrate the defense of any jounin in the outside world of ninja.
Shaoyu did not hide.
He raised his left hand, spread his fingers, and directly caught Madara's right fist with his palm.
The moment the fists and palms met, a wave of air exploded from the point of contact, causing the gravel on the ground to fly around and crackle on the rock wall.
Madara's brows moved slightly.
He used 60% of his strength in this punch, and it was caught, and the punch was connected with the palm of his hand, without even shaking.
He didn't have time to think too much.
Shaoyu's right hand cuts in from below at the same time, his five fingers are gathered into a fist, and the punch is directed towards Madara's ribs.
The punch was so fast that by the time Madara's Three-Tomoe Sharingan caught the trajectory, his fist was already stuck to the yukata fabric.
Madara turned sideways to release his force, lowered his left arm to block, and his forearm collided with Shaoyu's fist.
There was another dull impact, and Madara's left arm was numb from the shock, and he took advantage of the situation and took half a step back. Shaoyu did not pursue, but stood there, waiting for him to adjust.
Madara's eyes changed.
After one fight and two contacts, he confirmed one thing.
This kid's physical fitness is not on the same level as him.
He has restored his body to its peak condition through the explosive activation of Hashirama Cells. His muscle strength and reaction speed are all at the level of Uchiha Madara who could fight Senju Hashirama for three days and three nights during the Warring States Period.
But in the two contacts just now, Shaoyu's power was almost crushing.
What did this kid grow up eating?
His fist hit the body not like a human fist, but more like being slapped from the front by Tailed Beast's tail.
Shaoyu rushed up again.
This time it was an active attack.
He kicked the ground with his right foot, creating a pit in the ground and gravel exploding from the sole of his foot.
The right fist hit Madara's chest straight, faster and with more force than Madara's previous punch.
Madara crossed his arms to block, and punched his crossed forearms. Madara slid back, and his bare feet plowed two grooves several feet long on the ground.
Before he could stop, Shaoyu was already in front of him, with his left knee pushing against his abdomen.
Madara reluctantly turned sideways, his knees brushing against his waist, causing the wind pressure to tear open the side seams of his yukata.
Too fast, too heavy.
Madara's combat experience far exceeds that of Shaoyu.
He went to the battlefield at the age of three and spent half his life in the mountains of corpses and blood in the Warring States Period. Countless Senju Clan ninjas died at his hands.
His Three-Tomoe Sharingan can clearly capture the trajectory of every movement of Shaoyu, and his brain can analyze the optimal blocking and counterattack plan in an instant.
But the problem is that his body can't keep up.
His predictions were all right and his blocking was all right, but he was crushed every time he made contact.