On the outskirts of Dragon City.
Countless roots lashed toward the Demon Cult's Holy Son.
Unfazed, he drove his right fist forward, unleashing a powerful blast of air that held the assault at bay.
After several successive punches, the roots broke apart in layers, but there were simply too many of them.
The Holy Son thought, This can't go on. I have to take him down!
Suddenly, he erupted with black internal energy, forcing the roots away.
Charging forward at full speed, he swung his right fist and roared, "Phantom Dragon Demon Emperor Fist!"
The formidable power excited Tetsuhiro, activating his "Rose of the Battlefield."
"Dance! Delight me!"
Eight Gates Formation-Gate of Healing, open! Gate of Life, open!
Tetsuhiro raised his fist and charged as well.
Boom! The powerful blast of air flattened trees, sending sand and stones flying.
Squinting, Long Wu could just make out figures exchanging blows.
Everyone still breathing scrambled away on hands and knees.
A cold, handsome man was treating Protector Lin's injuries.
"It's you? Li Ce." Protector Lin barely managed to open his eyes and saw the right protector, with whom he usually didn't get along.
"Tell me what's happening here."
Protector Lin ignored his curt tone. "Here's what happened..."
"Just as I thought. I've been suspicious for a while and investigating in secret. So that's why he sent me to deal with that Innate expert?"
"Hey, where are you going? This isn't a fight you can join."
"Shut up..." Li Ce walked straight toward Long Wu. "Boy, where's the secret manual your father gave you?"
"What are you going to do?" Long Wu backed away repeatedly.
"Kill a traitor!"
"I... understand." Long Wu took off his trousers and retrieved the secret manual hidden inside.
Li Ce frowned slightly and rubbed the pages between his fingers as he inspected it.
Once he confirmed it was the right one, he took the manual and raced toward the center of the battlefield.
"Holy Son, catch!"
"What?" A rolled-up book flew toward him, and he instinctively dodged.
Li Ce rushed up from behind, forming hand seals. "Lord Innate, now!"
The book erupted with golden light, blinding the Holy Son.
Its radiance suppressed the black aura around him.
"Damn it! So the Holy Light Spell was here!"
He had been searching for the Holy Light Spell that had once countered the Demon Cult's internal energy, intending to destroy it.
Now that demonic power had entered his body, he could no longer move.
Tetsuhiro seized the opening, using the Body Flicker Technique to appear behind him. He punched through his abdomen, then snapped his neck, killing the traitor once and for all.
Carrying the corpse, he walked over with a smile.
Looking at Long Wu and the others, he announced that Long Wu would be the new Martial Arts Alliance Leader, expressing his hope that he would live up to Long Xiaotian's great name.
Meanwhile, shortly after parting ways with Tetsuhiro, Madara arrived at a peninsula and came under anti-aircraft fire.
"Small fry, how dare you!" His purple Rinnegan glared, and the shells abruptly froze the instant they came within three feet of him.
They weren't deflected. Instead, the invisible barrier formed by his chakra twisted the steel into knots. Scorching shrapnel rained down, gouging smoking holes in the beach.
Facing the incoming bullets, Madara manifested an enormous blue skeleton behind him, shielding him completely.
He swept his hand back. Yasakani no Magatama!
Five tomoe-shaped energy projectiles blasted apart the enemy formation.
Behind cover, Kimura Chicken's pupils abruptly contracted behind his binoculars. "Everyone, fire! Saturation bombardment!"
Bullets poured out like a torrential rain, but just before they struck Madara, they stopped in midair, forming an iron curtain.
Susanoo suddenly appeared, its swirling blue energy grinding every metal bullet into powder.
He didn't even bother looking up. With a backward sweep of his hand, five emerald tomoe sliced through the smoke.
Yasakani no Magatama!
They precisely bombarded the mortar emplacement hidden behind a crack in the rocks.
"Baka! Charge!" Kimura Chicken ordered his troops into a suicidal assault!
A cold smile curled Madara's lips. "Meaningless resistance." His hands kept moving. As he completed the Snake-Tiger-Monkey seals, the clouds suddenly turned black. Amid the crackling of the ionosphere,
Fine black markings appeared around his eyes-the newly developed Sage Art he had created after integrating Hashirama cells: Lightning Release: Divine Punishment!
Amid flashes of lightning and rolling thunder, a bolt rivaling an electromagnetic cannon struck the ground.
Boom!
The tanks instantly melted into molten iron, and the flock of chickens became roast chicken.
A second bolt, a fourth... By the time the sixteenth thunderbolt plowed across the peninsula, the entire stretch of sea shone as brightly as day.
Madara spat disdainfully and dispersed the lightning in his palm. "You brought this on yourselves. What a waste of my time."
He leaped up, blue chakra forming a propulsive stream beneath his feet, and headed farther north...
With chakra propelling him, crossing hundreds of kilometers of snowy plains took only two hours.
The North Palace's air defense system sounded the alarm as soon as Madara entered its airspace. Radar tracked him constantly while ten Su-57s closed in in combat formation. A warning came from their cockpits: "Unidentified powerhouse, leave Russian Bear airspace immediately!"
Limbo: Border Jail... Forget it. Influenced by Tetsuhiro, he chose not to cause widespread destruction.
Instead, he hovered above Red Square, sweeping an indifferent gaze over the buildings. "Tell your president to get out here."
A hoarse laugh came through the loudspeakers. "Do you know who you're talking to, sir? This is..."
"Noisy." Madara still couldn't restrain himself. The repulsive field of Shinra Tensei erupted around him, lifting the asphalt within a two-hundred-meter radius like rolling waves...
An invisible force slammed five fighter jets into Saint Basil's Cathedral. The shriek of tearing metal rang out alongside blazing explosions!
The remaining jets hastily climbed, only to see an enormous blue skeleton appear behind Madara as he flew alone toward the North Palace.
Madara Uchiha looked thoroughly impatient with the voices calling out from inside the building.
The palace loudspeakers crackled. "What an idiot. Do you think you can see Kuma whenever you want?"
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No one had ever called him an idiot before. Although he didn't want to argue with children, he had no objection to disciplining brats.
He slowly raised his hand. "Banshō Ten'in!"
He uprooted the building, and the bears dropped to the ground one after another like ants tumbling into a pot.
With a powerful throw, he hurled the building like a javelin. It streaked across the sky and plunged straight into a mountain, shattering inch by inch.
"You brought this on yourselves. Next time, you won't get off this lightly. Now get out here!"
"...Please wait a moment, sir."
"Mr. Kuma, you can't go outside! Your safety..."
"Idiot, the mic is still on!"
"Oh, oh, sorry."
Only then did they hurriedly switch it off in their panic.
After another ten-odd minutes, a middle-aged bear in a smart suit emerged from the entrance.
"I'm Kuma. What do you want?"
"I don't care whether you're the real one or a fake. Either announce your surrender now, or I'll beat you into submission and accept your surrender afterward."
Kuma smiled. "Surely you're joking, sir. Why not join us? I guarantee you wealth and glory-a position below one bear and above all the rest!"
"What do you say?"
Madara burst out laughing when he heard that. "That's the funniest joke I've ever heard. You're quite amusing. I've decided to grant you death last..."
Before he finished speaking, dozens of tongues of flame suddenly erupted from the ground. Rockets rose on trails of fire, their target none other than the square beneath his feet.
Madara's pupils narrowed slightly. He hadn't expected this Russian Bear to be so decisive.
"You're courting death!" Sage Mode activated!
Thick smoke swallowed Madara. Just as they thought they might have finished him off,
That familiar voice sounded from the smoke again. "Is this all this era has to offer? Give me a few more surprises."
Whoosh! A massive blade swept out of the smoke, and several blue tomoe shot toward the tanks, easily penetrating their armor and detonating six of them!
That certainly wasn't enough. Madara upgraded to the third stage of Susanoo, its enormous sword sweeping through Tsarist Russia's torrent of steel and all but annihilating it.
Kuma's eyes blazed with fury, his heart aching. Those were his main forces!
"Attack! Kill him at any cost!" Every expert standing beside him immediately unleashed their abilities and attacked Madara.
"Somewhat interesting." Then Madara gave a sharp cry. "Perfect Susanoo-activate!"
The Russian Bears plunged into utter despair. Gazing at the blue giant towering into the clouds, some completely lost the will to resist.
"What on earth is that thing?"
"I was fighting someone like that just now? And I thought I had the upper hand? Ha..."
The enormous blue blade came crashing down.
"Since we can't dodge it, use Katyusha! Fight for your lives!" A burly fighter immediately resorted to a forbidden move. His body swelled to several times its size, dark red muscles bulging grotesquely.
He charged upward with all his strength.
"That's right! Attack! We are the undefeated Russian Bears!" One bear used a secret art, uprooting countless trees to resist the blade with all his might. Unfortunately, it made almost no difference.
Boom! An enormous, abyss-like fissure split the ground.
Hummm- The chakra sword cleaved through more than the tank formation. It also carved a gorge through a tributary of the river!
The riverbanks crumbled like crackers, and missile launchers in the midst of firing were pulverized by the sword's energy!
Hiding in an underground bunker, Kuma stared at the towering blue figure piercing the sky and murmured in a trembling voice, "Is that... a god?"
"Your last chance." Susanoo's fingertip rested against his head, and Madara's voice resounded across the land!
Every survivor would remember that sight for the rest of their lives, and it left Kuma deeply traumatized.
From then on, the Russian Bears submitted completely. With the shadow clones' efforts and the various nations holding one another back, the two men conquered the world one country after another.
Worth mentioning was the Beautiful Country's Eagle of America. He had initially been a somewhat troublesome opponent, but when he learned that the Shinobi Country's latest advancement could replace his legs and let him stand again,
This wheelchair-bound giant had no choice but to surrender, "compelled" by Madara's overwhelming power.
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