Three figures collided with a thunderous crash in the wasteland.
There was no flashy flourish, no cautious probing—only pure physical strength unleashed to the extreme.
The moment Six Paths Madara activated the Eight Gates, his Sage Body surged to an inconceivable level of power.
It was a physique fit for a god, every inch of muscle containing enough strength to shatter mountains and split seas.
Chakra surged like a river of stars flowing backward, roaring deafeningly.
But how could Gilgamesh's demigod body be underestimated?
As the oldest of kings, his physical strength was slightly inferior to that of the Sage of Six Paths.
But his magnificent golden armor was itself the pinnacle of Divine Constructs, enough to make up for most of the difference.
And with Saber's terrifying boost after activating the Eight Gates, the three of them were evenly matched in an instant!
Their first collision landed like a hammer striking the dawn of creation.
Six Paths Madara threw a punch, its force so immense that the space around it seemed to cave inward.
Gilgamesh didn't dodge or retreat. He met it with a punch of his own, dazzling divine light erupting from his golden armor.
Saber darted into the fray like a phantom, sweeping her holy sword through the chakra currents stirred up by Six Paths Madara's punch with a slash of emerald-green sword energy.
The shock wave burst outward in a ring. Centered on the three of them, it flung away the surface of the wasteland within a kilometer, lifting it three meters into the air!
The already-broken Gobi Desert now exposed its dark yellow bedrock.
It was as if an invisible giant hand had kneaded the earth. Mountains shifted, rivers changed course, and the landscape was reshaped beyond recognition.
"Holy crap! Are they even human?!"
"Damn,