Thud! Their fists collided once again.
Ryuto and Madara both retreated a few steps, putting distance between them.
Both were panting.
Huff-huff-
The golden, jet-like aura around Ryuto had faded to a thin golden mist. The blue lightning winding around him had grown sparse, only crackling occasionally.
Madara was in even worse shape.
The black energy enveloping him now resembled faded ink, patchy here and there, exposing the red armor and white coat underneath. His Nine-Tomoe Rinnegan were bloodshot, and even his eyeballs were turning a little slowly.
They had fought from morning until noon, then from noon until evening.
The sun was almost setting.
The basin they had blasted into existence had now expanded to nearly five hundred meters across. Its bottom was lost to sight, like an enormous pit scooped out by a giant's spoon.
The bottom was covered in rubble and scorched earth.
The two stood at the center of the pit, staring at each other from over twenty meters apart.
"Ha... ha..." Ryuto wiped the blood and sweat from his face and smiled. "We've been fighting... almost a whole day, haven't we?"
Madara said nothing. He merely stared fixedly at him, his chest heaving.
He was tired too.
The power boost he had gained by sacrificing all his shadow clones to Limbo: Border Jail-Severing Prison was indeed fierce, fierce enough to go head-to-head with Super Saiyan 2 for an entire day.
But the price was steep too.
Now that black energy was nearly exhausted. His body felt empty, his chakra was running dry, and he could no longer draw in natural energy for senjutsu.
Most importantly, his shadows were gone.
From now on, Limbo: Border Jail was effectively useless.
Madara gritted his teeth. He couldn't drag this out.
If this went on any longer, both of