They had no idea what Madara Uchiha wanted with the Celestial Spirit Keys. But the Magic Games were being broadcast live, with so many people watching. If they backed down now, what would the people of Fiore think of them?
So they had no choice but to stand firm and face him.
Jose Porla, meanwhile, was both unsettled and astonished. He had never expected Madara Uchiha to demand the Celestial Spirit Keys outright.
To Jose Porla, the keys were hardly worth anything. Even when Magellan had destroyed one of his branches and demanded them, he had assumed it was merely an excuse for the Dimensional Guild to attack his guild.
He had kept silent and set the whole matter of the keys aside.
He had never imagined the Dimensional Guild truly wanted them.
Jose Porla felt a twinge of regret. But anger and hatred still burned beneath it as he glared at Madara Uchiha and Magellan. After all, those two had destroyed quite a few of his branches.
For a moment, silence settled over the arena. Yet everyone remained on guard, as though a battle might erupt at any second.
Madara Uchiha was no different. Impatience edged his voice. "If you won't hand them over, I'll make you."
Battle-hungry as ever, Madara Uchiha had grown bored of slaughtering Magical Beasts. To him, they were nothing but mindless animals. Some were powerful, certainly, but that was all.
Now, faced with so many opponents, his blood boiled for battle again. Naturally, he chose to provoke them.
Killing intent radiated from him as he fixed his cold gaze on Jose Porla.
The moment Madara Uchiha's Rinnegan locked onto him, Jose Porla sensed danger and roared, "Fight! I refuse to believe two people from the Dimensional Guild can defeat all of us!"
His shout