Isshiki's expression darkened. He had not expected Madara Uchiha to maintain such a relentless fighting rhythm, linking taijutsu, dōjutsu, and ninjutsu in one seamless flow.
Worthy of the name Asura of the Ninja World. But your stats are too low.
With a low roar, he forcibly steadied himself. Dense, pitch-black chakra coated his right fist. Facing the enormous fireball hurtling toward him, he neither dodged nor retreated, but drove his fist straight into it!
BOOOOM!!!
His punch collided with the fireball in a deafening explosion! Yet the expected sight of the fireball being knocked apart never appeared. Instead, the seemingly unstoppable Majestic Destroyer Flame was like paper before Isshiki's chakra-clad fist. He punched straight through it, tearing it apart into sparks that scattered across the sky!
"What?"
Madara's pupils contracted slightly.
His Majestic Destroyer Flame was powerful enough to set an entire forest ablaze in an instant, yet his opponent had casually shattered it with a single punch.
Isshiki burst through the fireball and closed on Madara in a flash.
He displayed the Ōtsutsuki Clan's finely honed physical stats, far beyond all common sense.
A fist shot straight toward Madara's abdomen, too fast for the naked eye to follow.
BAM!
Although Madara anticipated the blow and crossed his arms in time to block, its terrifying force still drew a muffled grunt from him. His body doubled over, and his face tightened instantly.
Had he still been alive, that blow probably would have broken both his arms outright.
Jigen's physical strength might have been limited, but Isshiki's exquisitely refined application of force and chakra gave the punch astonishing penetrating power.
"Gah!"
Suppressing the agony in his abdomen and the turmoil surging through his body, Madara's eyes flashed savagely. Almost simultaneously, he drove a vicious knee toward Isshiki's chin.
Isshiki tilted his