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Chapter 404: I, Madara, Declare You the Strongest
The pulverized remnants of the meteors drifted down like ashen snow. Over the scorched earth, the howling wind carried Garp's laughter. High above, the white-robed man slowly bowed his head. The sickening apathy finally drained from Uchiha Madara's purple Rinnegan. Replaced by a frenzied, almost tangible bloodlust. He looked down at Garp, who was breathing heavily, and the corners of his mouth crept upward inch by inch.
"Taijutsu, vibrations, and that bizarre natural energy. To think you could shatter two Tengai Shinsei head-on."
Uchiha Madara slowly raised his hands and gave a soft clap. The crisp applause was jarring over the dead wasteland. "I take back what I said earlier. You ants from another world are truly interesting."
Madara drifted lower, the nine Truth-Seeking Orbs at his back expanding wildly. "In terms of Taijutsu, I, Madara, declare you the strongest of them all. As a reward…"
Madara violently threw his arms wide and tilted his head back, erupting into manic laughter. "I acknowledge you! You are indeed worthy to dance with me!"
Boom!
With Madara's words, an aura dozens of times more terrifying than before exploded from him. It was pure Six Paths power fused seamlessly with flawless Senjutsu chakra. The ground of the entire dungeon dimension violently quaked, as if unable to bear the pressure and on the verge of total collapse. His white haori snapped fiercely in the gale, and the forehead protector gleamed with an icy light.
"Watch out!" Sengoku's golden Buddha form let out an earth-shattering roar. His Observation Haki had triggered a maximum-level red alert. A lethal sense of crisis struck him, as if an invisible blade was already resting against his throat.
But he was too late.
"Limbo: Border Jail!"
Madara's lips barely moved as he spat out the icy words. Standing at the absolute front, Akainu Sakazuki's pupils contracted to pinpricks. He didn't see anything. His Observation Haki hadn't captured a single physical entity. Yet the magma on his chest caved in without the slightest warning.
Bang!
A sickening, dull crunch of bone echoed. Akainu, known for possessing the Navy's highest offensive power, didn't even have time to scream. It was as if a high-speed bullet train had slammed into him head-on. The crimson figure blasted backward like a cannonball, smashing straight through a dozen ruined mountain peaks before finally tumbling to a halt. Blood mixed with magma painted a horrifying red line through the sky.
"Sakazuki!" Aokiji Kuzan roared, his eyes nearly splitting. He slammed both hands into the ground, a torrential surge of freezing energy erupting instantly. "Ice Age!"
The absolute zero temperatures sought to freeze the entire space, attempting to catch the invisible enemy. But Uchiha Madara merely spared him a disdainful glance.
"Sage Art: Yin Release Lightning Dispatch!"
Madara formed a single one-handed seal, and countless streaks of frenzied purple-black lightning exploded from his palm. These lightning bolts acted like living vipers, instantly tearing Aokiji's ice to shreds. The air sizzled with the acrid smell of ozone wherever the lightning passed. Aokiji's proud Ice-Ice Fruit abilities were as fragile as a popsicle under the hot sun when faced with this Senjutsu infused with Yin-Yang Release. The purple-black lightning was just about to swallow Aokiji whole.
"My, this won't do at all~"
A flash of golden light abruptly appeared in front of Aokiji. Kizaru Borsalino clapped his hands together, his signature sleazy smile nowhere to be found, replaced by unprecedented solemnity.
"Yasakani no Magatama: Particle Style Dismantling!"
An endless barrage of golden light bullets poured from Kizaru's hands, intercepting the purple-black lightning. These light bullets weren't his standard Glint-Glint Fruit attacks. This was a mutated killing move Kizaru had developed by perfectly fusing his Devil Fruit with the ninja world's Particle Style in a previous dungeon! Every single light bullet carried the terrifying attribute of dismantling matter at a molecular level!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Golden light bullets and purple-black lightning violently clashed mid-air. The blinding flashes momentarily blinded everyone present. Amidst the deafening explosions, space itself fractured inch by inch. Kizaru ground his teeth, veins popping on his forehead as he pushed his power to the absolute limit. He had actually managed to hold off Madara's Senjutsu attack!
"Oh?" Uchiha Madara raised an eyebrow, a flash of surprise in his eyes. "A light release capable of breaking down matter? Interesting, but not enough."
Madara vanished from his spot. He didn't even leave an afterimage! Alarm bells shrieked in Kizaru's mind, and he instinctively tried to transform into photons to open the distance. But a pale hand was already clamped mercilessly around his throat. Madara had appeared right behind him, shaping a black Truth-Seeking Orb into a rod and driving it straight through Kizaru's right shoulder.
"Gah!" Kizaru let out a cry of pain. The moment the black rod entered his body, he found his Devil Fruit powers completely nullified. He couldn't even perform a basic elemental shift. Worse, that cold, malicious energy was rapidly destroying his life force.
"Borsalino!" Sengoku bellowed, his massive golden Buddha palm driving a world-shattering shockwave straight at Uchiha Madara. The strike contained decades of Sengoku's martial prowess, compressing the air itself into a solid wall.
Madara didn't look back; he merely willed it. A Truth-Seeking Orb instantly stretched out, morphing into a pitch-black half-dome shield over his head.
Dong!
The golden palm smashed heavily into the black orb. There was no stalemate. No evenly matched struggle. Sengoku watched in horror as his supposedly indestructible golden Buddha form began to silently dissolve the second it touched the black sphere!
"What the hell is this?!" Sengoku violently yanked his arm back, golden blood spilling from his mangled hand. If he were half a second slower, his entire arm would have been erased. This was the terror of Six Paths power. It ignored all defenses and dismantled all matter. The lofty Fleet Admiral of the Navy felt incredibly powerless before it.
Uchiha Madara casually tossed the incapacitated Kizaru toward the ground like a piece of trash. He suspended mid-air, using the gaze of looking at dead men to look down at the Navy's highest fighting forces. "Too weak. Is this the limit of your struggle?" Madara's voice dripped with deep disappointment.
Right then. A wild, savage roar erupted from deep within the ruins. "Don't get too full of yourself, you damn god!"
Boom!
A burly figure wreathed in blue-green steam shot into the sky. Garp's muscles bulged grotesquely, his eyes completely bloodshot. His white Justice coat had long been reduced to ash, and the veins mapping his body writhed madly like blue earthworms.
"Eight Inner Gates! Seventh Gate: Gate of Wonder, Open!"
Garp's roar tore through the clouds. Fueled by his Sage body and Senjutsu chakra, he threw away his limiters without a second thought. The blue-green shockwave evaporated the surrounding air into a vacuum.
"Wahahaha! Come on! Keep dancing!"
Garp stomped off the air itself, kicking off a ring of sonic booms. He moved faster than the eye could track, instantly closing the distance to Uchiha Madara's face. He drew his right fist back. The white halo of vibrations perfectly merged with the raging blue-green steam.
"Sage Art: Daytime Tiger — Void Quake!!"
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