The figure of Shaoyu appeared in front of Susanoo.
It's from above.
He jumped higher than Susanoo's head, and the golden-green flames drew a meteor-like trail in the night sky.
Then he paused for a moment at the highest point, flipped his body in the air, raised his right leg high, with the heel pointing down, and his whole body formed a straight vertical line.
Kick it down with one kick.
The right heel hit Susanoo in the middle of the head.
The light emitted from the contact point made the entire night sky as bright as day.
The collision of blue chakra and golden-green flames produced a circular shock wave that spread vertically. The shock wave swept through the entire ruins. Wherever it passed, a layer of skin was lifted off the ground, trees were uprooted, and the rock walls were shattered into powder.
The shock wave hit the inner wall of the barrier that Shaoyu had laid before. The barrier trembled violently, and dense ripples appeared on the surface. Countless cracks appeared in the barrier wall. Although it barely held up, Shaoyu clearly felt that the barrier was on the verge of collapse.
This barrier won't last long.
Susanoo's head armor was directly penetrated by this kick.
It penetrated Shaoyu's body like a golden-green armor-piercing bullet, hitting it from the center of Susanoo's head.
Chakra Armor penetrates the head, penetrates the chakra bones of the head, penetrates the connecting structure of the neck, penetrates the chakra core of the chest, from top to bottom, one foot penetrates to the bottom.
The hundreds of meters of blue chakra giant was split in half from head to toe. The golden-green chakra at the edge of the crack spread along the armor like a virus. Wherever it passed, the armor shattered, melted, and evaporated.
With a bang, Susanoo disintegrated.
The entire giant was exploded from the inside, and the chakra fragments exploded into billions of pieces like a blue firework in the night sky. Before the fragments even hit the ground, they were burned into the most primitive chakra particles by the remaining golden-green flames, leaving not even the residue.
And Shaoyu did not stop after penetrating Susanoo.
At the moment of penetration, he locked onto Madara's true form with Mangekyō Sharingan.
Madara is standing among the fragments of Susanoo's forehead crystal. His body is still in mid-air. He has no leverage and cannot dodge.
Shaoyu's body flipped in the air, his right leg kicked forward, and he kicked Madara's chest squarely.
Click.
The muffled sound of broken bones came from Madara's chest. The sound was not loud, but it was extremely fragile.
The ribs were broken the moment the foot touched the chest, not one by one, but shattered piece by piece.
The sternum collapsed, the broken ribs stabbed into the lungs, and the shock wave stopped the heart for two seconds.
Madara's body was kicked out from the wreckage of Susanoo like a disemboweled cannonball, drawing a straight line in the air. The speed was so fast that the friction between his body and the air pulled out a dark red Kakko, which was the color of the skin surface that was aerodynamically heated to the point of ignition.
He crashed through a dense forest at the edge of the barrier.
The first hemlock, which was as thick as an arm's length, was broken in half. The fractures were jagged and sawdust exploded.
The second tree, the third tree, the fourth tree...
His body forcibly plowed a straight passage in the dense forest, breaking countless trees, and the loud sound of tree trunks breaking was heard in succession.
Then he hit a gravel beach, and the gravel was splashed dozens of meters high. He bounced up, rolled on the gravel beach more than ten times, smashed a rock half a man's height, and finally lay on his back among a pile of gravel and broken wood.
His clothes had been torn into strips of cloth, and his chest was sunken into a shocking arc.
The broken ribs pierced the skin, and the ground bones were white and white outside. With every breath, the broken tissues in the chest could be seen squirming slightly.
Blood gushed out from his mouth, chest, and back at the same time. Blood foam from the corners of his mouth came out with every breath, and the blood was mixed with dark red visceral fragments.
The young black hair that had regained its youth was clumps of blood and mud, and the blood on his face was mixed with sweat, dripping down his cheekbones.
He tried to stand up with his hands on the ground.
His right arm gave out just as he was halfway up, and he fell back into the rubble, coughing up a large mouthful of dark red blood.
But he held on again - this time he added his left arm, and with both arms exerting force at the same time, shaking like two dead branches that were about to break at any time, he forcibly pushed himself up from the rubble and leaned on the broken rock fragment behind him.
He wanted to open Sharingan, but the chakra dispersed as soon as it surged into his eyes.
Most of the meridians in the body were broken by the kick just now, and the chakra operation completely collapsed. Even Sharingan couldn't maintain it, and the pupils returned to ordinary black.
But his consciousness is still awake.
I clearly know that I am still alive, I clearly know that I have lost, and I clearly know that kick just now.
That kind of speed, that kind of power, that kind of destructive power that crushes everything.
It has already surpassed Senju Hashirama's all-out attack.
And the junior in front of him didn't use all his strength when fighting Susanoo with him.
That's just a warm-up.
This person, from beginning to end, did not regard him as a life-or-death enemy, but an opponent worthy of stretching his muscles.
Madara leaned against the remains of the rock, his sunken chest rising and falling violently.
He suddenly opened his mouth full of blood foam and laughed silently.
It seems that his plan is going to fail.
I'm really... unwilling...
Madara leaned against the broken rock fragments, his sunken chest was like a collapsed wooden box, and every breath brought a hissing sound of blood foam rolling in his throat.
His eyes had returned to normal black, his chakra was exhausted, his meridians were broken, and even Sharingan couldn't hold on anymore.
But there was still a smile on his lips.
He watched Shaoyu walking from the ruins. The golden-green flames had subsided, and Nine-Tails Chakra Mode had also faded away, leaving only a young man wearing a black uniform, walking at a leisurely pace.
Madara suddenly felt that this scene was a bit funny.
He sat in this underground cave for decades, waiting for a chess piece that could complete Eye of the Moon Plan for him. In the end, the person who waited for him penetrated him and his Susanoo.
"You are strong."
Madara opened his mouth, his voice was hoarse like sandpaper grinding against a stone, and blood was oozing from his mouth Kakuzu with every word he spat out.
"Stronger than me now. Even better than Hashirama back then... not bad either."
He paused, his sunken chest rose and fell, coughed out a small mouthful of blood, and then continued speaking, speaking very slowly, but biting each word clearly, as if he was using his last strength to carve this sentence into Shaoyu's mind.
"But your power has its limit after all. How old are you this year? Twenty? Thirty? How long can you live? Fifty years? One hundred years? Even if you unify Shinobi World, after your death, everything you built will fall apart immediately like Hashirama's Konoha."
"First Shinobi World War, the second time, the third time...Hashirama's ideal only lasted less than ten years. You are better than him, maybe you can last for twenty years, fifty years. But can you last until death?"