Chapter 487: Susanoo: Wind and Fire Martial God Form Emerges
"The fighting over there is truly intense!" someone exclaimed.
Many heading toward the Thousand-Year Forest Ridge also witnessed the massive fireball in the distance.
The scorching shockwave reached even this far.
"It's really terrifying. Is that the Mythical King-level Mythical Beast of Mythical Beast Island?" another asked.
"I can't handle it if all the Mythical Beasts are this fierce!" a third remarked.
Among the Marines advancing toward the Thousand-Year Forest Ridge, Admiral Kizaru spoke slowly, his tone calm and unhurried.
His sunglasses concealed his eyes completely.
But if one removed them, they would see the solemnity in his gaze.
A trace of sweat glistened on his face, whether from heat or tension.
None of the Marines present noticed.
They were all shielding themselves from the shockwave while staring in shock at the distant spectacle.
The scene reminded them of their Marine's Admiral king.
Some Marines had been fortunate enough to witness King erase an island in his early battle with Hisoka.
Though they couldn't discern the fundamental difference, the visual similarity was striking.
Only this was redder.
The sight stirred a tremor in their hearts.
They began to question their resolve.
Were these Mythical Beasts monsters?
If they continued, would they be dragged down by their past? Would the aftermath alone kill them?
Seeing the initial lack of enthusiasm among the Marines, several high-ranking officers exchanged glances.
They decided to send some back to guard the warship.
While the Marines made their decision, others across Mythical Beast Island also saw the astonishing scene.
Many dampened their fervent desires and grew cautious.
Facing such a Mythical Beast with mere toothpicks would be futile.
Carelessness could mean death upon arrival.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
At the explosion's epicenter on Mythical Beast Island, the massive fireball slowly faded.
As the hot shockwave reduced air density, cooler air now rushed back.
The wind dispersed the thick smoke, revealing a vast crater, a thousand meters deep, where the ground once stood.
At its center, Madara's Susanoo stood resiliently.
Moreover, his Susanoo was cloaked in light red Chakra.
The fire-like Chakra enveloped Susanoo's form.
Intertwined with Susanoo's original blue, it took on a deep purple hue, lending a mysterious air.
This was Madara's ultimate technique: Fire Style: Instant Coax: Susanoo·Wind and Fire Martial God Form.
The name was coined by spectators outside the event.
Madara himself would never name it so flamboyantly.
Still, there was no denying its power.
In this form, Madara's combat strength surged to another level.
It was this form that allowed Susanoo to withstand the recent explosion.
Fire Style: Instant Coax granted high fire resistance, combined with Susanoo's inherent defense and the Gunbai.
This was why the flame explosion had not overwhelmed him.
Now, Madara's Susanoo integrated two Mangekyō abilities, the Gunbai, and Fire Style: Instant Coax.
His techniques, like Spear of Elbaph and Ikoku Strengthening Series, were perfectly suited for Susanoo.
With these buffs fully stacked, Madara could hold his own against the Nine Tails Fire Fox.
However, this came at a cost.
It consumed vast amounts of Madara's Chakra and Eye Power.
If he didn't end the fight quickly, he risked being overwhelmed.
After all, a certain demon Apostle was already approaching.
Madara, within Susanoo, was unaware of this but understood the situation.
The earlier commotion was bound to draw attention.
Even without it, that relentless, chattering birdman's commentary ensured all eyes were on him.
Thus, Madara sought a swift victory.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Susanoo lowered its two giant swords.
Its massive wings, now purple, began to flap, stirring the surrounding air.
Flames erupted from the wings like boosters.
Susanoo launched skyward at an astonishing speed.
Boom!
The air seemed to explode.
The Nine Tails Fire Fox watched as its opponent transformed and charged into the sky.
Its fox face looked as though it had seen a ghost.
Why was this human so resilient? And stronger than before!
Was this the explosive power from human comics? It was outrageous!
The Nine Tails Fire Fox felt deeply uneasy.
It had just unleashed a major technique, depleting much of its magic power.
Yet, its opponent was acting like a maniac.
It had no choice but to face him head-on.
Now, it recalled that today was the Mythical Beast Conference, which only worsened its mood.
It lived well here, eating and sleeping, sleeping and eating.
Occasionally, it enjoyed human entertainment like comics. Why venture out?
Moreover, leaving in such a manner was not its desire.
With this thought, the Nine Tails Fire Fox surged with determination.
It refused to follow the lunatic before it—a silent, stoic madman.
Madara was unaware that the Nine Tails branded him a psychopath, but he sensed its resistance growing fiercer.
To him, it mattered little.
This battle, he would win!
As Madara and the Nine Tails clashed again, elsewhere, at the Thousand-Year Forest Ridge, the scorching shockwave had dissipated.
Contestants hurried toward a mountain in the forest.
There, a massive waterfall cascaded down.
The sound of falling water was ceaseless.
Below the waterfall lay the Tan River, dotted with raised rocks.
Creatures on the rocks drew the attention of many contestants.
They were the Thousand-Year Dragons, a subspecies of Mythical Beasts.
The cameras following the contestants focused on these renowned creatures.
Thanks to Morgans' loud proclamations, everyone watching the live broadcast knew the Thousand-Year Dragon legend.
Now, they finally saw the fabled creatures.
With green feathers on their backs and white feathers on their bellies, they resembled birds.
Was this the Thousand-Year Dragon? They didn't look very strong!
Many watching the broadcast were surprised.
Given the grand name and the terrifying display by the Nine Tails Fire Fox, they expected the Thousand-Year Dragon to appear mighty, even fearsome.
This was the reality!
Could grinding their bones into powder and drinking it truly grant immortality?
The audience's questions mirrored those of the contestants.
According to Morgans, there was only one Thousand-Year Dragon King.
With powerful figures eyeing it, most had little chance.
Many had taken great risks to come here, targeting the Thousand-Year Dragon subspecies.
They hoped, with a stroke of luck, that the legend was true.
But seeing the Thousand-Year Dragons' appearance, their hopes began to wane.
Still, having come this far, few were willing to turn back.
( End of this chapter)