Chapter 479: Madara Said He Still Has a Trump Card
Madara took a deep look at Aizen.
Then, he dismissed Susanoo, and the massive blue giant slowly dissipated.
"It seems I am not prepared enough."
"I will remember this confrontation in my heart, but the time has not yet come."
"Next, on that island, we will have another showdown." he declared.
Madara stood in mid-air, supported by the Gunbai beneath his feet.
Looking at Aizen, he spoke with a cryptic and sharp tone.
With that, he flew toward Mythical Beast Island, not far away, riding the Gunbai.
The gap in raw power was significant, and a direct fight offered little chance of victory.
Madara was relatively rational, so, lacking certainty, he chose not to yield yet.
He planned to head to Mythical Beast Island to find a powerful Mythical beast to serve as a Summoning Beast.
Along the way, he would familiarize himself with the Eternal Mangekyō.
He still had a trump card.
Previously, his Susanoo's Chakra had been unstable, preventing him from stacking additional modes.
Now, with Susanoo complete and its Chakra stabilized, he could attempt to apply that mode.
Once achieved, his combat power would surely surge dramatically.
Additionally, he had ideas about utilizing a Summoning Beast.
His next step was to find a formidable one.
Here, a Mythical beast was clearly the best choice.
Ideally, he wanted a powerful fire-attributed Mythical beast.
With this in mind, Madara aimed to seek out the Mythical beasts with terrifying auras on Mythical Beast Island.
He would select one and return for a rematch with Aizen.
Madara crossed his arms, pondering slowly in his mind.
Looking at the towering Mythical Beast Island, he maintained an air of invincibility.
Those unaware might think he had just emerged victorious.
That was it?
Garp watched Uchiha Madara fly away, continuing his ascent.
His mind was filled with question marks.
From Madara's aura and the bold words he had spoken earlier, Garp had assumed that, even if Madara started poorly, he would fight Aizen to the end.
But he had not expected Madara to strike once, see the situation turn unfavorable, deliver a string of harsh words, and then flee.
Garp could not help but admire this maneuver.
It was being broadcast live worldwide!
What would this escape look like?
Could someone maintain such a stoic face and still be so shameless?
While Garp grumbled inwardly, Aizen gazed at Madara's departing figure and said nothing.
If the opponent wished to fight on Mythical Beast Island, Aizen did not mind.
He looked forward to seeing what other techniques Uchiha Madara could devise.
Perhaps he could offer a surprise.
"Kuwahahaha! Dear ladies and gentlemen, the battle between Uchiha Madara and the demigod Aizen lasted only one round." Morgans said, his voice reverberating across the sea.
"Then Uchiha Madara… no, Uchiha Madara made a strategic retreat."
"It's such a regrettable conclusion."
"You must be weeping, unable to witness the world's top battle!"
Hearing Morgans' words, Madara's expression nearly faltered.
Thanks to Morgans' quick wit, he had swiftly changed his phrasing.
Otherwise, Madara might have sought out the birdman to "reason" with him.
Even though Morgans was gossiping in his presence, Madara still had his pride.
Morgans was clearly aware of this.
His mouth often moved faster than his brain.
If Madara were not already flying toward Mythical Beast Island, Morgans might have feared a visit.
Otherwise, he would have leaned into sensational headlines—desperate escape, trembling fear, shameful retreat.
A touch of exaggeration was necessary.
Only then could explosive news emerge.
Blandness never captured attention; only shock and hyperbole did.
This was Morgans' creed in journalism today.
"Is Sōsuke Aizen so powerful? It's thrilling!" a voice exclaimed.
Among the ships observing at the end of the three stages, a pirate ship bearing the flag of the Extremely Evil Fleet stood out.
A man in a military uniform with "demon"-like eyes looked at Aizen in the distance with excitement.
The wide grin and intense pressure in his pupils signaled his eagerness to act.
"Bullet, you should calm down!" a voice cautioned.
"That guy is not so easy to deal with."
Not far from Bullet, a man with a cigar in his mouth, a hunched posture, and a black fur coat spoke.
"Tch." Bullet scoffed.
"Crocodile, I did not take you for such a man."
This sea was filled with strong individuals.
Regardless of his strength, Bullet would dare to challenge even more formidable foes.
In a world blessed by dreams, the prefix "iron" stood out.
"I'm not afraid, but this place is not ideal for a fight." Crocodile said sarcastically, noting Bullet's sneering expression.
"The ice over there is nearly collapsed. Do you want to fight him on the sea?"
Though Crocodile was hot-blooded and reckless, he was usually quite rational.
"Really? While you were talking, that guy moved!" Bullet said, crossing his arms and watching with interest as a rapid afterimage darted toward Aizen.
"That guy Gabaisho…" Crocodile muttered, clearly noticing the afterimage as well.
The figure in the afterimage was Gabaisho, one of the three evil generals of the Extremely Evil Fleet.
He had evidently grown excited seeing Aizen block a sword with his bare hands.
Now, he wanted to test if Aizen would dare to block his blade.
This was typical for Gabaisho—just act if the urge struck.
So, he charged forward.
Whoosh!
After Madara's departure, many looked at Aizen with fear.
A loud laugh rang out.
"Hahaha, Aizen, let me test your strength!" Gabaisho said.
His figure suddenly appeared before Aizen.
Whoosh!
A massive scythe followed.
Its blade aimed at Aizen's neck, slashing fiercely.
Clang!
A tremendous vibration echoed through the sky.
The sound, like metal striking stone, rang out abruptly.
A huge shockwave swept around, and Aizen now stood at the boundary between ice and sea.
The impact had destroyed his footing.
The ice had turned to sea.
Yet, he stood firmly on the water's surface.
With his spiritual power, Aizen could stand in mid-air, let alone on the sea.
At that moment, Gabaisho's face showed a hint of shock.
His blade had been stopped by Aizen's single finger.
This situation sparked a bloodthirsty glint in his eyes.
This man had used just a finger—was he mocking his strength as worth only that?
He used his whole hand for newcomer.
But for him, just one finger? Such disrespect!
( End of this chapter )