"Interesting!"
Madara Uchiha watched the long sword in Ning Feng's hand grow sharper under the amplification of Lightning Release chakra and gave a low chuckle.
The injuries from the kunai Ning Feng had just thrown were already gradually healing.
"Limbo: Border Jail!"
The four shadows he had just recalled into his body suddenly flickered out again.
As a fellow Rinnegan wielder, Ning Feng naturally sensed Madara Uchiha's Limbo: Border Jail ability.
But Madara Uchiha knew nothing about Ning Feng's Rinnegan abilities.
The greatest asset in a battle between ninja was intelligence.
Ning Feng knew everything about Madara Uchiha, even his childhood.
Naturally, he knew all his abilities by heart.
But Madara Uchiha... his knowledge of Ning Feng came only from scattered remarks by Black Zetsu and Obito Uchiha.
He had only a rough guess about Ning Feng's various abilities.
As for exactly how far those abilities could go, or how powerful they could be...
He could only learn that through further probing.
"Your Sharingan... has the straight tomoe..."
Madara Uchiha kept dodging Ning Feng's relentless barrage of attacks as he marveled, "Even though your straight-tomoe Sharingan enhances the power of ninjutsu, you're still this agile. It seems you've been through quite a bit of training."
"I don't need you to judge that, you relic of a bygone era."
A mocking smile appeared on Ning Feng's lips. Even after being suppressed to this extent, Madara still insisted on speaking to him as though offering an appraisal.
"Arrogant brat."
Madara Uchiha's gaze sharpened slightly. It had been a long time since he had seen such an insolent youngster.
Whoosh!
Another slash swept past, leaving a shallow wound on Madara Uchiha's body.
"To think a monster like you could emerge in such a peaceful era..."
Though Madara Uchiha had suffered a sword wound,