I kept my hands locked together, the tendons in my arms straining like steel wires.
The thousands of thick tree trunks behind the wooden Buddha cracked with a sound that set my teeth on edge.
"Get the hell down!"
I roared at the top of my lungs, spittle spraying into the wind, the taste of blood filling my mouth.
The Wooden Buddha, over ten thousand meters tall, suddenly bent forward, its thousands of wooden hands acting like a gigantic slingshot.
It hurled those two red-hot meteors straight back down at the mud pit below.
The sheer force compressed the air into a string of piercing shrieks.
The rocks scraped through the cold wind, trailing an enormous bank of black-and-red flaming clouds.
The wind pressure tore my coat collar clean in half.
The strips of cloth lashed my face, stinging hotly, and I tilted my head away in annoyance.
Down in the mud pit, Madara craned his neck, and his dead face finally changed.
Those two purple rings in his eyes contracted violently, and he involuntarily took half a step back.
His heavy leather boot sank into the mud, leaving a deep hole that bubbled with black water.
"This brat... this amount of chakra makes no sense."
He forced the words through clenched teeth, his hands forming hand seals at blinding speed.
Blue chakra erupted from him like a geyser, forming enormous skeletal ribs.
Muscles and armor rapidly grew over the ribs, shielding him deep inside.
The two enormous rocks slammed down with enough force to punch through the planet's core.
BOOM!
The entire canyon fell silent in an instant. My ears had gone completely deaf.
Then came a savage blast of air that felt ready to rip the top of my skull off.
Dirt, shattered stone slabs, and ancient tree