Madara Uchiha: You Are Indeed Impressive, but Only That

At this moment, however, he was being overwhelmed by the lone Madara Uchiha, forced to retreat in a desperate and exhausting manner, unable to launch a single effective counterattack.

The Susanoo punch that the Navy had barely managed to block with its full strength, using a triple defense and overwhelming firepower, was the Navy's most dazzling and only noteworthy highlight in the entire battle.

That brief stalemate exhausted most of Akainu and Kizaru's strength, depleted the Haki reserves of the Vice Admiral Haki, and emptied all the ammunition of the first round of shipborne main guns. Although they seemed to have stabilized the battle, they were actually already at their last gasp and their efforts were merely a facade.

From the moment that stalemate crack appeared, Madara Uchiha completely ushered in the despairing crushing prelude.

"You are indeed qualified to stand at the top of this ocean."

A cool, deep voice pierced through the roar of cannons, clearly echoing across the blood-red coast. Madara walked calmly into the midst of the army, his Sharingan indifferently sweeping over the marines locked in fierce combat. His tone was calm, yet carried an unwavering, absolute authority.

"In terms of coordination, formation, sheer numbers, and individual combat strength, you far surpass the vast majority of insignificant forces on this ocean."

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly moved.

Without the special effects of Body Flicker Technique or the violent fluctuations of Chakra, with just a simple step forward, his figure broke through the limits of vision, leaving behind afterimages in the sight of countless marines.

His ultimate Taijutsu, honed through years of rigorous training, have long surpassed the perceived limits of speed and power in this vast ocean. Every limb movement, every punch and kick, precisely targets the weaknesses in the flow of Haki, the aftermath of moves, and the fatal flaws in human offense and defense.

The front row of dozens of fully armed elite naval soldiers, wielding Haki firearms, had just pulled the triggers when, before the dense bullets had even left their muzzles, Madara was already upon them.

The palm, covered in top-grade black Armament Haki, swept casually, without any explosive energy, only pure physical strength crushing the opponent.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

A series of muffled thuds rose and fell, the sturdy standard naval armor shattered like paper, and the heavy protective Haki instantly collapsed and dissipated.

Dozens of elite naval personnel didn't even have time to scream before their internal organs were shattered by this seemingly innocuous palm strike, they were sent flying several meters, and crashed heavily into the sand, completely losing their ability to fight.

Limbs, broken armor, and shattered weapons were scattered all over the ground. The once dense and orderly naval front line was cleared in an instant, revealing a glaring gap.

"But that's all."

Ban lowered his eyes slightly, his contempt undisguised, each word piercing the heart.

"Faced with an absolute disparity in strength, so-called elite coordination, sheer numbers, and top-tier combat power are nothing but futile struggles. The banding together of the weak can never shake the very foundation of the strong."

The Momonga behind witnessed the instantaneous collapse of the front row, their hearts clenched, and their blood almost froze.

He had been a prominent figure in the Navy for decades, experiencing the brutal battles of the Summit War, fighting against ruthless New World pirates, and witnessing countless overwhelming victories, but he had never seen such an outrageous fighting style.

The opponent didn't need Ninjutsu bombardment, secret techniques to crush, or to unleash their full power; they slaughtered the elite naval forces like mowing grass with just their bare hands and feet. Every move was clean and efficient, without any hesitation, and every strike was precise and deadly, without wasting a single bit of energy.

"Everyone, tighten the formation! Vice Admiral echelon, advance and hold the line! Continuous artillery fire for suppression!" The Momonga roared through gritted teeth, his voice hoarse from extreme tension and fear. "We absolutely cannot let him completely tear through the defenses!"

Doberman, Bastille, Strawberry, and other veteran vice Vice Admiral dared not hesitate. They squeezed out all the remaining Haki within their bodies, their black Armament Haki surging to its limit. Holding standard-issue giant blades, they stepped forward in unison, forming a second solid Vice Admiral defensive line to firmly block the gap in the torn line.

Tens of thousands of Navy Soldier retreated frantically to regroup, while unleashing all their firepower without regard for losses. Shells and Haki rained down like a storm, densely covering all the airspace around Madara, attempting to block his movement and deplete his stamina with overwhelming firepower.

Dozens of heavy coastal defense guns roared continuously along the coast, their muzzles glowing red-hot, and bursts of Kakkō erupted in succession, sending plumes of black smoke billowing into the sky.

More than ten naval warships on the sea roared with their main guns, and giant armor-piercing shells, carrying the force of cutting through the sea, bombarded the area, completely locking down Ban.

Despite the frenzied counterattack from the entire navy, Madara Uchiha remained calm, his eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.

"A futile struggle."

He spoke softly, casually raising one hand. A faint blue Chakra rippled around him, and a thin yet extremely tough Chakra barrier instantly spread out.

The bullets whistling through the air crashed into the barrier, shattering into fine metal powder without even touching his robes;

The barrage of shells exploded one after another outside the barrier, keeping out the raging flames, violent shockwaves, and intense heat, unable to shake his standing figure in the slightest.

Despite the raging gunfire and the smog that obscured the sun, he remained unmoved, like an invincible demon standing amidst the chaos of war.

In the next instant, Madara swiftly Hand Seals, Chakra flowing from his fingertips. Without needing to charge or prepare, the most basic Fire Release Ninjutsu was instantly unleashed.

"Fire Release · Great Flame Ball."

A condensed crimson fireball was unleashed, small in size but with terrifying density and extreme temperature. It ignited the surrounding air the moment it broke through the air, carrying the power to incinerate everything, and accurately struck the several Vice Admiral who were closing in from the front.

The flames exploded with a deafening roar, sweeping in all directions, the scorching heat instantly distorting the air.

Several top Vice Admiral' expressions changed drastically. They dared not take the attack head-on and hastily retreated, unleashing their full Haki. The once airtight encirclement collapsed again, leaving gaping holes.

The scorching waves of fire swept across the beach, instantly incinerating large areas of fallen weapons and wreckage, forcing the Navy Soldier behind to retreat in disarray.

With just a basic Fire Release, the defensive line that the lieutenant Vice Admiral had desperately built was shattered.

Kizaru's short black hair was soaked with sweat and gunpowder, clinging tightly to his forehead. His pupils, hidden behind his sunglasses, contracted sharply, and his apprehension and fear intensified.

He lightly touched the air with his feet, and his figure instantly transformed into dazzling golden light. He unleashed the full power of the Glint-Glint Fruit, pushing the extreme speed of light to its peak. Countless golden light bullets densely condensed and formed, pouring down like falling stars, specifically targeting the gaps in the Susanoo Skeleton and the weak points of its Chakra.

"Yasakani no Magatama! Suppress with all your might!"