Punching Hashirama, Kicking Madara

Whoosh!

Ye Zhuo appeared beside Uchiha Madara at top speed and sent him flying with a kick.

The next moment, he grabbed one of Madara's legs and casually slammed him down as though he were an object.

Then he smashed the straw-hatted monk's head into the ground faster and faster.

No matter how Uchiha Madara struggled, he could not break free from Ye Zhuo's strength and could only endure the savage battering.

"Let go of me!"

Uchiha Madara had never expected such a fighting style. Even stranger was Ye Zhuo's strength.

He should have had more than a dozen ways to escape by shedding his shell, yet he could not flee Ye Zhuo's attacks no matter what he did.

After battering him for a while.

The straw-hatted monk's blade had also cut Hashirama Senju's Buddha statue down until only a mangled remnant remained.

The Susanoo was shattered beyond recognition, while the Wood Release: Thousand-Armed Buddha beneath its armor protected the Nine-Tails.

Kurama, who had always been arrogant and overbearing, was now scared stiff.

He had once thought the most absurd battle he had ever seen was the battle between Kaguya Otsutsuki and the two Sage of Six Paths brothers.

The grandest clash he had witnessed was between Hashirama Senju and Uchiha Madara.

Only now did he understand.

Those battles were nothing.

After all, both sides in those fights could be injured. They were still living beings.

But what about Ye Zhuo and the straw-hatted monk before him?

No matter how many times their defensive armor was broken, it could rapidly reform the next second.

As for Ye Zhuo himself, he was beating Uchiha Madara senseless with one hand.

"Madara!"

Hashirama Senju roared. Seeing his once inseparable friend being brutally beaten by Ye Zhuo, he desperately wanted to join the fight.