The moment Ning Feng flew toward him, Madara—unarmed and lacking enough chakra to activate Susanoo—darkened his expression and formed a black chakra rod in his left hand, preparing to engage in taijutsu combat.
Bang!
Ning Feng arrived in an instant, knocking aside Madara's black rod with a single sword swing before driving a vicious punch into his face.
Madara was sent flying.
A burning pain spread across his face.
Ever since his battle against Hashirama at the Valley of the End, when had he ever suffered such injuries?
Before he could dwell on it, an intricate seal pattern suddenly appeared on his face.
It was the mark of the Flying Thunder God Technique.
Not good!
The moment he sensed the chakra fluctuation, he knew something was wrong.
Sure enough, Ning Feng instantly flashed in front of him while he was still flying backward and slammed down another brutal punch.
BOOM!
Madara crossed his arms and barely managed to block it.
To his astonishment, the force behind the blow was so overwhelming that it still smashed him straight toward the ground.
Such terrifying strength?
Feeling the bones in his arms nearly shatter, Madara stared in disbelief at the figure in the sky.
He had already transplanted Hashirama's cells.
His body had been enhanced beyond normal limits.
Yet Ning Feng's punch had nearly broken through both his arms.
Madara crashed violently into the earth.
A burning pain spread through his back.
How long had it been since he tasted blood?
How long had it been since he felt pain?
Yet this man before him had repeatedly forced him to experience defeat.
"Damn it!"
Madara's expression became almost manic.
Losing to the God of Shinobi, Hashirama Senju, had never humiliated him.
Hashirama was an opponent he personally acknowledged.
The strongest man of that era—arguably even now.
There was no shame in that.
But losing to a junior of his own clan—
To an Uchiha younger than himself—
Filled him with endless humiliation.
To be pressed down and beaten by a younger generation until now?
Unacceptable.
"Yakushi Kabuto! Summon every remaining Edo Tensei shinobi capable of fighting!"
Seeing the situation deteriorating, Obito immediately sent word to Kabuto.
"Everything you've got at the Rain Village front."
"Only Kage-level and above. Don't bother with anyone weaker."
Far away in their underground base, Kabuto was maintaining his Edo Tensei army.
Hearing Obito's request, he smiled faintly.
"Very well."
He adjusted his glasses and looked down at a heavily marked map.
Unlike before, countless notes now covered its surface.
Each mark represented powerful shinobi deployed to various battlefields.
Among all of them, the Rain Village front had received the fewest reinforcements.
"Heh... Madara really does know how to break free of Edo Tensei."
Kabuto chuckled softly.
The moment Madara released himself from the technique, Kabuto had sensed it.
Everything was proceeding exactly as expected.
"The final truth is drawing near."
A crazed expression gradually spread across Kabuto's face.
His smile widened unnaturally.
As he slowly turned, the flickering candlelight illuminated the side of his face hidden beneath his hood.
It had become pale and sickly.
Cracked like snake scales.
Kabuto had already infused a significant amount of the White Phosphorus Serpent material from Orochimaru's body into himself.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The sounds of impacts echoed continuously across the battlefield.
Watching from the side, Obito felt his scalp tingle as Ning Feng's fists rained down like a relentless storm upon Madara.
Most were blocked.
But quite a few landed directly on Madara's body.
Under Sage Mode, Ning Feng's taijutsu had reached another level entirely.
Every punch now carried force comparable to Might Guy's Seventh Gate during the Fourth Shinobi War.
Cough!
After taking another hit, Madara finally spat out a mouthful of blood.
Wiping the corner of his mouth, he suppressed the pain and charged forward again against Ning Feng's fists and blades.
Rumble...
Suddenly, several coffins erupted from the ground nearby.
"Hm?"
Ning Feng immediately sensed multiple powerful chakra signatures.
He glanced at Madara with amusement.
"Can't win anymore, so you're calling for backup?"
"Hmph."
Madara swept his leg horizontally.
Ning Feng effortlessly dodged and retaliated with a slash.
He had no intention of responding.
At this point, he knew perfectly well that if he continued fighting alone, he stood no chance against Ning Feng, who now possessed eight Tailed Beasts.
If only he had a few allies...
Or better yet, if he were the one who had collected eight Tailed Beasts.
Then crushing Ning Feng would be effortless.
How exactly am I supposed to extract the Tailed Beasts from his body?
Even Madara found the problem vexing.
The lids of the coffins opened.
One figure came sprinting across waves of water.
A Konoha forehead protector.
Blue layered armor.
It was Tobirama Senju.
Above the battlefield, another shinobi wrapped entirely in bandages floated with both hands extended toward Ning Feng, clearly charging a devastating technique.
On a nearby mountain peak stood a ninja wearing the Mizukage's hat and attire from the Warring States Era.
He raised both hands toward Ning Feng.
Beside Obito, a familiar figure wearing the Hokage hat formed five shadow clones, all simultaneously weaving hand seals for what was obviously a large-scale combined ninjutsu.
"So many famous faces?"
Instead of anger, Ning Feng felt delighted.
Before absorbing the remaining Tailed Beasts in Rain Village, facing this many Kage and Super-Kage opponents would have made him turn around and leave immediately.
But now?
After obtaining the remaining Beasts—
Not only had his chakra reserves increased dramatically.
His physical body had grown stronger as well.
Physical strength was directly tied to chakra volume and recovery.
At this point, Ning Feng's body was among the strongest in the entire ninja world.
"First Mizukage... Second Hokage... Second Tsuchikage..."
Ning Feng slowly swept his gaze across them before stopping on the figure beside Obito.
The man wearing the Hokage hat.
The same man Ning Feng had personally engineered the death of.
The Third Hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi.
Though Hiruzen's death had been rather humiliating, he remained the undisputed Professor of Ninjutsu.
As a traditional shinobi, he had virtually no weaknesses.
His overall strength sat firmly at the peak of Kage level.
And the only flaw he once had—insufficient chakra due to old age—had now been completely removed by Edo Tensei.
Still...
These people all specialized in elemental techniques.
Had Kabuto forgotten about the Rinnegan's abilities again?
As Ning Feng considered the situation, multiple powerful jutsu were already flying toward him.
He stood unmoving.
The barrage of techniques struck him head-on.
A massive cloud of dust exploded into the sky.
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