Madara's face remained utterly impassive as he stared coldly at Bazz-B, yet the corners of his mouth lifted slightly, revealing a trace of disdain. He said mockingly, "Before our Uchiha Clan, your flames are nothing but children's toys."
His voice was calm and cold, yet carried an irresistible authority.
As he spoke, Madara slowly walked toward Bazz-B. His steps were steady and powerful, each one radiating an imposing presence, and even the ground seemed to tremble slightly beneath his feet.
As he approached, Bazz-B felt an invisible pressure envelop his entire body, as though a massive mountain were weighing down on him, leaving him barely able to breathe.
Cold sweat began to bead on Bazz-B's forehead. His eyes widened as he stared in disbelief at the mysterious, powerful man before him.
He had never encountered such a powerful opponent, and a deep fear welled up within him.
He knew he was absolutely no match for Madara, so he gritted his teeth and decided to turn and flee.
Madara was faster, however. His figure flickered, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared behind Bazz-B.
Bazz-B turned his head in terror. Seeing Madara's cold face mere inches away, he was instantly overcome with despair.
"Accept your fate," Madara said softly. Roaring flames burned in his hand once more, their searing heat distorting the surrounding air.
Bazz-B closed his eyes in despair, his heart filled with fear of death and unwillingness to accept it.
Yet just as he prepared to meet his death, a scorching breath suddenly brushed gently across his cheek, like a gust of hot wind.
A few seconds later, Bazz-B's eyes snapped open. He... wasn't dead?
How was that possible?
Both surprised and puzzled, he stood there staring at the sight before him, momentarily forgetting to move.
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