Leaf Year 30, April.
The summer sun was scorching, and the sky was like a mirror, clear and bright. Outside the base at Kannabi Bridge, the sun washed the forest green.
"I've heard Kamihane say that your taijutsu is a mess. Now that I see it, it's true."
In the forest, in a relatively flat open space, Uchiha Nian was frantically attacking a man with jet-black, cascading hair.
"Pay attention to your footwork. In taijutsu, your feet are your eyes. Right now, I feel like I'm fighting a blind man."
Madara lectured while responding to Nian's attacks, grabbing the other party's ankle with a backhand, twisting his waist and throwing him away far.
The shadows of fists were chaotic, the wind whistled, and countless fists enveloped all the vital points of Uchiha Madara's body.
But no matter how swift his offensive was, the other party remained unmoved, without shifting even half a step, and easily resolved all his attacks with just one hand.
Nian was surprised. The two had only exchanged a few rounds, but Lord Madara seemed to have completely figured out his routine, and seemed to have plenty of room to spare.
He himself understood that the moves were indeed not very good, but neither the speed nor the strength were something that ordinary people could withstand.
But no matter how he used his fists and feet, turning into a gust of wind and rain, it didn't work at all. Madara was like a rock rooted in the ground, unmoving.
Fists and palms collided, and the air surged, bursting out a dense muffled sound!
Nian's breathing became more and more rapid, and his whole body gradually emerged with wisps of heat, and the clan clothes on his back slowly became wet.
He had activated his Mangekyō Sharingan. In the powerful dynamic vision, he finally discovered the clues.
When the two fought, Madara didn't directly catch his fist, but intercepted the attack before his fist strength arrived!
Moreover, it was always like this. At a certain moment, he even had the illusion that his attack had been predicted!
In order to verify the guess in his heart, he gritted his teeth and forcibly changed his move at the moment of punching. His front foot stepped out, twisted his waist and spun around, and the spinning elbow went straight to the other party's chin.
Madara couldn't help but let out a soft "Huh". He raised his outstretched right hand upward and slapped the back of Uchiha Nian's head, knocking him away several meters, and he staggered.
"How could you use such a stupid attack? What were you thinking?"
Nian was stunned by this slap, shook his head, and then returned to normal.
"I thought Kamihane was savage enough back then, but you're even better." Madara frowned, seeming a little disgusted.
Nian grinned shyly and scratched his head embarrassedly.
"Do you think I'm praising you?" Madara's tone was slightly serious. "Kamihane's style of play is savage because of his strong recovery ability. He has visual prowess to back him up, what do you have?"
Nian shut his mouth decisively, and also began to ponder Madara's teachings in his heart.
He knew that Lord Madara did indeed have the intention to intercept his fist just now, but his change of move was too clumsy, but he found a flaw for the other party.
This showed that his idea was correct. The other party could indeed predict his attack!
"Again."
Madara beckoned to him, looking indifferent.
Nian didn't talk nonsense, took a deep breath, accelerated his run-up, and started the fight again with a swift sliding kick.
But Madara hardly moved his feet. He slightly turned his body, raised his hand and hit the inside of his thigh, easily unloading his momentum.
Nian's heart was cold. Before he could stabilize his body, Madara suddenly jumped up on the spot. The tall figure showed incredible flexibility, and completed a three-stage kick in just an instant!
In Nian's pair of scarlet Mangekyō, a dazzling shadow of legs was immediately reflected!
His face was tense, and he quickly reached out to block, and a rude kick slammed into his elbow.
"This strength!"
His entire arm was shaken up, and before he could exclaim, he found that Madara had used the force to rotate his body, and a sweeping kick slammed into his right shoulder.
The force exploded, and he shot out directly, rolling and crawling, eating a mouthful of dust.
"Your attacks are meaningless, redundant movements will not make the battle elegant, but will expose more flaws... The intention must be clear!"
Nian was not discouraged at all. At the moment of stabilizing his body, he rushed up again, his feet stepping on the ground, rolling up a few residual leaves.
The chaotic pace came into view, and Madara couldn't help shaking his head. He dodged Nian's split leg with a prescient sidestep, and at the same time brushed out a palm, directly imprinted on his lower abdomen, and a powerful force suddenly vibrated!
Nian only felt his stomach churning, and he endured not throwing up, rolling back, staggering a few steps, but still failed to stabilize his center of gravity, and sat down on the ground.
Madara stared at him, his face serious, "The intention is clear for yourself, if even the opponent has clarified your intention, then you will surely die in actual combat!"
Nian exhaled to adjust his breathing, and said helplessly: "Lord Madara, my taijutsu was taught by my uncle, and my uncle's taijutsu was taught by you. What is my next move, don't you know it like the back of your hand?"
Madara shook his head slightly, "I know the moves, it doesn't mean I can understand your thoughts. What you want to do next, from which direction you punch or kick, it is impossible for me to know. Teaching you moves is to make you adapt to the battle, and not be adapted by the battle!"
"Moreover, your moves are also very jerky, not coherent. You can't use the moves for the sake of using the moves!" Madara said earnestly: "You must remember that all the moves have only one purpose, and that is to defeat the enemy!"
As soon as the words fell, his figure disappeared with a "swoosh", and he pounced in front of Nian in an instant.
"So fast!"
Looking at Madara's raised palm, Nian didn't dare to be careless, and instinctively wanted to pull away.
Madara swayed his footsteps, and the Body Flicker Technique was activated at will, easily breaking through Nian's defensive center line, and a deep shadow enveloped his entire person.
Nian suddenly felt unprecedented pressure. This move was different from the past, and he felt a genuine killing intent!
With a "slap", his two hands slammed together, and subconsciously wanted to perform Wood Release to protect himself.
"Is the pressure so great?"
Madara instantly discerned his intention, and two vise-like palms clasped on Nian's wrist, forcibly tearing his clasped hands apart, followed by a fierce knee strike, "boom" hitting his chest.
This time, Nian really couldn't hold back, and spat out a large mouthful of blood with a "wow". The tyrannical force made him shoot out more than ten meters away.
"Observe first, then act, this is what I want to tell you." Madara said lightly.
On the cliff, Kamihane and Hikari were leaning shoulder to shoulder, admiring the battle below.
"Whirlwind Knee Break!" Kamihane waved his fist and said excitedly: "Yes, that's the feeling!"
"Will there be any problems fighting like this?"
Hikari frowned slightly, inevitably worried.
"Don't worry, Lord Madara has a sense of propriety."
Kamihane waved his hand carelessly, not knowing what he was thinking, with a gloating tone, "Besides, this is just the beginning, I was almost killed back then."
Hikari covered her mouth and chuckled, "Where do you look like a big uncle?"
"How can you grow without training?" Kamihane retorted righteously.
After a while, Nian rubbed his chest and walked out of the forest limping, looking embarrassed, but his eyes were more determined than ever before.
"Again!"
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