His eyes fixed on his opponent with a chilling stare, and a stern, oppressive aura immediately filled the air.
"I, Madara, acknowledge your arrogance and audacity!"
Xia Le shook his head again, his expression casual, as though he did not care about his opponent at all.
The legendary Madara Uchiha? Hashirama Senju, the man who had once been like a god?
Neither was enough to surprise him or move him.
It all came down to one question.
So what?
He was a man who had truly stood at the pinnacle of the world, who had possessed invincible power.
Now that he had come back to life, he was merely exploring and studying the nature of this world. But the ideas once engraved in his soul, the mindset of a powerhouse, would never change.
"Nothing about me requires your approval!"
"Madara!"
Xia Le spoke indifferently.
Silence. Both men fell silent.
At this point, there was clearly no need for further words.
What came next could only be a true contest of victory and defeat, life and death. Letting strength speak was the most fitting approach.
Whoooosh!
The wind suddenly stirred. Madara slowly raised his head, his eyes fixing on the figure below.
There was no need to say another word.
Suddenly, his eyes widened.
Every tree trunk blocking Xia Le—from the front, back, left, right, above, and below—seemed to turn into a venomous snake flicking its tongue. They snapped straight and stabbed toward him.
These branches were normally tough and flexible, but now they were as hard as steel. A thrust into a person would punch a hole straight through.
Whoosh!
But Xia Le vanished.
The great net caught nothing.
Almost simultaneously, Xia Le appeared behind Madara. Lightning flickered in his right hand, letting out a piercing shriek.
"Lightning Cutter!"
His