Squelch!
Monster Strength punched straight through the reanimated body.
A massive hole exploded through Hashirama's chest, and scraps of reanimation paper scattered like a torrential downpour.
The two of them had not even exchanged any large-scale ninjutsu.
Relying on nothing but pure speed and taijutsu, Madara unleashed an utterly merciless crushing assault.
Madara's figure streaked through the wreckage in a crimson blur.
With a sweeping kick, he shattered Hashirama's hands just as they were about to form seals.
Then he drove his knee forward in a brutal blow, kicking Hashirama's lower body into fragments that filled the sky.
Only a few exchanges had passed.
Yet before the living Uchiha Madara, who possessed the Rinnegan, the former "God of Shinobi" who had once shaken the Ninja World did not have even the slightest ability to fight back!
Madara extended his right hand. In his palm, an inky-black Yin–Yang Release Black Receiver rapidly grew.
He violently twisted his wrist.
Shk!
The icy Black Receiver brutally pierced through Hashirama's spine, pinning him firmly to the cracked, scorched earth.
His chakra network was severed in an instant.
Hashirama completely lost the strength to struggle.
A fierce wind swept across the battlefield, carrying the stench of blood.
Madara released the Black Receiver and looked down at his immobilized old rival from above.
Nothing remained in his eyes but profound boredom and irritation.
"I did want to have a proper fight with you."
Madara dusted off his gloves, his tone dripping with unshakable arrogance and coldness.
"But with your current strength, I truly can't muster even the slightest interest."
Madara turned around, too lazy to spare Hashirama even a glance.
"If I don't nail you here, you'll definitely come running over to cause trouble again."
"Stay here obediently."
"Hashirama."
Uchiha Madara withdrew his hand, leaving Senju