Planetary Devastation Meteor

The jet-black, sharp Black Rod tore through the air, driving straight for Madara Uchiha's throat.

The distance was simply too short, and its charging speed had utterly surpassed the limits of physical defense.

Even Madara, with Six Paths perception, could not stop his pupils from violently contracting.

In the final thousandth of a second before the Black Rod pierced the skin of his throat, Madara gritted his teeth and forcibly twisted his right wrist inward at an angle that defied human skeletal structure.

He yanked the black Six Paths Staff back by sheer force, its semicircular ring blocking in front of his neck without any cushion.

"Clang—"

An ear-splitting metallic explosion erupted in midair, deafening everyone present.

Visible rings of high-frequency white sound waves spread outward from the point of impact, shredding every cloud around them.

The Black Rod in Chenshu Senju's hand slammed solidly into the staff.

The incomparably powerful kinetic force of the Ōtsutsuki Source poured through that tiny point of contact.

The color instantly drained from Madara's pale face.

The bones in his right arm, which held the staff, made a horrifically grating sound as they shifted out of place. Veins bulged across the back of his hand, and even his finger joints turned white under the immense recoil.

Madara's right leg slid backward across the ground, plowing a deep trench behind him.

What the hell was this absurd monstrous strength?

Madara clenched his teeth, but discovered in frustration that his own physical strength as a genuine Six Paths powerhouse was being utterly crushed by this young man. He could not gain even the slightest advantage.

The semicircular metal ring on the staff was slowly caving inward.

The tip of the Black Rod had already pressed against Madara's neck, leaving a shallow bloody mark.

"Impossible!"

Veins bulged