Madara Uchiha: You're Finally Worthy of Making Me Slightly Serious
Doberman gripped his twin knives tightly, his knuckles turning white, veins bulging on his arms, his heart filled with resentment and despair.
He had fought on the seas for decades, experiencing countless life-and-death battles, and had long since developed a rock-solid mentality. But today's unequal and overwhelming battle completely shattered his perception and pride.
"Attack again! Never retreat!" Doberman roared, charging forward with his sword drawn. The Haki blade, imbued with a death-defying force, cleaved straight for Ban's head.
The other Vice Admiral followed closely behind, and everyone abandoned all reservations, exerting all their life's cultivation to launch a final, desperate attack.
Blade energy, axe light, Rankyaku, and Haki impact—all these elements block off all movement, attempting to force the opponent to reveal a weakness with a death wish.
However, in the face of the Sharingan's ultimate predictive ability, all desperate attacks are as slow as a tortoise's pace and full of flaws.
Ban moved with the speed of the wind, effortlessly weaving through the gaps in countless deadly attacks. His movements were graceful and composed, each dodge precise to the extreme, each block effortless and effortless.
He raised his hand to block, sending the giant axe flying.
He sidestepped, dodging the crisscrossing blades of energy;
An elbow strike sweeps across, shattering the Haki close-range attack;
With a light touch of the toes, the oncoming Rankyaku was crushed.
The clanging of weapons, the trembling of bones, and the cracking of Haki were incessant. The desperate attacks of the Vice Admiral were all easily neutralized by Madara with the most basic Taijutsu, and he couldn't even touch the Kakuzu of Madara's clothes.
Within a few breaths, several Vice Admiral were all forced back, their arms numb, their Haki disordered, their blood surging, and each of them was covered with fine wounds, looking disheveled and retreating step by step.
Madara casually unleashed a palm strike, the force of which carried immense Chakra, instantly blasting away several elite Marines who had charged at him. His gaze swept indifferently over the fleeing, disheveled group, and he slowly spoke:
"Is this all the top-tier combat power on this sea? The tyranny of the Four Emperors, the majesty of the Admiral, and the orderliness of the Navy—they are all just empty shells."
"I had thought that the all-out attack by gathering Admiral, a group of key players, and tens of thousands of elite troops would force me to use some of my true strength and make me feel a bit of pressure that I should take seriously."
He shook his head slightly, the interest in his eyes completely gone, leaving only extreme disappointment and indifference.
"Now it seems I overestimated you. A group of weaklings huddling together for warmth, no matter how powerful they are, will never be able to touch the slightest barrier of the strong."
This extreme contempt and crushing defeat completely shattered the psychological defenses of the naval officers and soldiers.
The Navy Soldier in the rear were filled with panic and their fighting spirit collapsed. Many of them had weak legs and trembling hands, unable to maintain their previous fighting posture. Panic spread like wildfire.
"We can't stop him... we simply can't stop him!"
"The Admiral and Vice Admiral general have been completely overwhelmed; our attack is utterly pointless!"
"This is not a battle, it's a one-sided massacre!"
Whispers of despair rose and fell, quietly spreading through the ranks. The naval lines, which had been steadfastly defended, began to show signs of weakening and retreat.
Akainu struggled to his feet from the deep pit, his chest heaving violently, his lava power chaotic and unstable, his navy uniform torn, charred, and covered in wounds.
Looking at his troops retreating in defeat and their morale crumbling, and at the devastated and completely collapsed defense line, an unprecedented sense of humiliation and powerlessness swept over him.
He had commanded the navy's highest combat power for many years and believed in Absolute Justice throughout his life. Never before had he felt so embarrassed and frustrated.
Tens of thousands of naval personnel, a group of Admiral joined forces, yet they were utterly crushed into a desperate situation by a young-looking strongman using only the most basic combat strength.
"Hold your formation! No retreating a single step!" Akainu roared fiercely, his voice hoarse with rage. "As Marines, we swear to protect order and justice to the death! Even if we die on the battlefield, we must never lose the dignity of the Marines!"
Kizaru adjusted his breathing, suppressing the surging blood and qi within him. His short black hair was disheveled, and the languor in his eyes completely vanished, leaving only a heavy sense of solemnity and apprehension.
He knew that morale was low and the battle was collapsing. Continuing to hold out in a scattered manner would only lead to being defeated and slaughtered one by one.
"Sakazuki, stop attacking alone!" Kizaru shouted urgently. "Join forces and surround him! Everyone concentrate your strength and lock down his movement space! We can't possibly fight against a monster of this level by ourselves!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Kizaru transformed into a dazzling golden light once more, his movements crisscrossing at extreme light speed. Countless light bullets and light-speed punches rained down, frantically restraining Madara's movements from the side.
Despite his injuries, Akainu unleashed his full magma power once more, launching a devastating frontal assault to hold off Madara's onslaught.
The lieutenant Vice Admiral reorganized their formation, flanking from both sides to encircle and block all escape routes;
Tens of thousands of naval personnel gathered their remaining firepower and launched a relentless barrage, desperately suppressing the enemy.
At this moment, the navy went all out, launching the most powerful joint offensive of the entire battle.
Kakkō, golden light, sword energy, Haki, and cannon fire crisscrossed, weaving together an impenetrable, all-consuming net that firmly enveloped Madara Uchiha in the center of the battlefield.
The relentless onslaught, layer upon layer, relentlessly crashed together, the violent collisions causing the entire island to tremble continuously. Giant waves surged along the coast, and buildings on the edge of the archipelago collapsed and were destroyed, with rubble and debris falling everywhere.
Faced with this ultimate counterattack that had drawn all of his forces, Madara Uchiha finally stopped moving around completely on his own and passively parrying attacks.
A glint flashed in his eyes, his crimson Sharingan's fighting spirit intensified, and his pale blue Chakra surged slightly. The skeletal structure of the Second-Stage Susanoo became increasingly solid and complete, and his massive bony arms slowly rose, crossing in front of him to block.
"Very good."
Ban spoke softly, his tone finally losing its complete indifference and revealing a hint of approval.
"Finally, they've put together some decent teamwork and combat strength. This offensive is barely enough to make me take them a little more seriously."
Boom!!!
The barrage of attacks bombarded the Susanoo Skeleton, sending Kakkō and flames soaring into the sky. The violent shockwaves swept in all directions, completely leveling the beach and reducing the remaining naval gun emplacements and fortifications to ruins.
The navy men's eyes were fixed on the center of the smoke, a last glimmer of hope clinging to their hearts that this all-out attack would severely damage their opponents and force the powerful foe to retreat.
But as the smoke of battle slowly dissipated, the tall and aloof figure of that young man reappeared, and everyone's hopes were instantly shattered.
The Susanoo Bone Armor had only a few shallow cracks, which were quickly repaired by Chakra.
Ban stood still, his clothes fluttering, his posture upright, untouched by any dust or dishevelment, and even his breathing remained perfectly undisturbed.
Calm and composed, as steady as Mount Tai.