Chapter 270: The Ultimate of the Ninja World
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Under the blood moon, Uchiha Madara spread his arms and laughed wildly.
When the sacred tree was fully absorbed and fused with the Ten Tails sealed within him, he felt power surging uncontrollably through his body—like the world itself had returned to his grasp.
His already inhuman physique underwent another sublimation.
By now, he had completely transcended the limitations of ordinary life.
Uchiha Madara even felt a terrifying illusion—that with a mere thought, he could reduce the planet beneath him to a lifeless star.
I see… The Ten-Tails is the sacred tree!
The growth of the sacred tree demanded the energy of this planet. Now that he had absorbed the tree in its complete form and merged it with the Ten Tails inside him, he wielded a force that surpassed gods—even the Sage of Six Paths.
Eternal.
Madara's eyes gleamed with fanatical brilliance. At this level, he had transcended the long river of time.
In a sense, he was now truly immortal, unbound by lifespan. As long as the planet beneath him continued to replenish his power, he could live and die with the world itself.
And if—someday—the planet's energy was fully drained, he could simply find another one. Take root. Repeat the cycle.
Immortality... eternal, boundless.
"So," he sneered, "are you still confident that you can fight me now?!"
He crushed the stone crown on his head with a clenched fist. A crack suddenly split open in the center of his forehead.
Through the crevice, a deep red eye slowly revealed itself—its pattern unmistakably similar to the Sharingan.
To fully possess the Nine-Tomoe Rinnegan, one must get close to the moon.
This realization echoed instinctively in his blood. At the same time, inherited power surged into his mind with the awakening of the eye.
Techniques and knowledge—how to wield this new power—flooded his thoughts.
"This sentence… sounds familiar."
Seated atop the stone throne, Ryosuke's expression remained indifferent. "You said the same thing when you first entered the Six Paths realm, Senior."
His calm demeanor didn't waver, not even in the face of Madara's overwhelming transformation.
This attitude made Black Zetsu, watching from afar, utterly dumbfounded.
Uchiha Madara, now infinitely close to his mother's form, was beginning to wield her powers. Although he had yet to fully awaken the Nine-Tomoe Rinnegan, he could already borrow her strength.
In other words, as long as Kaguya was willing, Madara could use all her abilities.
This development had far exceeded Black Zetsu's expectations—even as the one who guided him.
And in terms of realm, Uchiha Madara should now surpass Hyuga Ryosuke. While Ryosuke was immensely powerful, he had not yet transcended the flow of time.
Black Zetsu could feel it—Ryosuke's chakra, though vast, was still finite. He was not like Madara, who could now draw directly from the planet's energy.
So why… why was this guy still so calm?
"Hmph!"
Madara's arrogance faltered for a moment.
He remembered saying the same thing when he first gained the power of the Six Paths… and then being immediately crushed.
But now?
"This is different from before!"
Madara roared, his bare feet stepping lightly on the air. The impact released a ripple of pressure that spread in every direction.
Boom!
The sound echoed for only a moment—Madara's figure had already appeared in front of Ryosuke.
Strength. Speed. Everything was enhanced…
Ryosuke had already raised his hand. The black Truth-Seeking Jade floated in front of him.
Crash—
A sharp sound like breaking glass rang out. A gray, bony projection pierced clean through the Truth-Seeking Jade.
In an instant, the sphere that could nullify all five elemental and Yin-Yang chakra techniques was shattered into nothingness.
But Ryosuke remained unfazed.
This result had already been accounted for. He had anticipated all possible threats stemming from Kaguya Ōtsutsuki's abilities—and he'd already dodged before Madara's strike even landed.
"Are you starting to wake up?"
White chakra ignited in Ryosuke's body as his Tenseigan flared to life. His speed surged.
With his Observation Haki active, he was slightly slower than Madara—but fast enough to evade. More than that, he even had the luxury of glancing toward the blood moon above... and Black Zetsu on the ground below.
Ryosuke could clearly sense a consciousness awakening on the moon.
After the fruit's re-emergence, Kaguya Ōtsutsuki, connected to the sacred tree by nature, had begun to stir. As the tree returned to its full form, so did her dormant awareness.
At this moment, she was likely watching the battle—through Black Zetsu's eyes.
"Still analyzing and observing?"
Madara sneered, gradually adapting to Ryosuke's combat style.
He suddenly closed the distance and threw a heavy punch toward Ryosuke's arm.
Bang—
Ryosuke's body slammed into the ground, carving out a deep groove as he skidded across the shattered terrain.
For the first time, Uchiha Madara had landed a direct hit on Hyuga Ryosuke.
But…
"Senior," Ryosuke's voice rang out coldly behind him, "your punches are pretty heavy."
Madara's eyes widened.
Bang!
A muffled impact echoed—not of a body hitting earth, but of flesh being pierced.
Stunned, Madara turned.
Behind him stood Ryosuke, his arm coated in black chakra.
He looked down.
A hole had been punched clean through his chest—his heart obliterated. Blood pooled around the wound, already dripping to the ground below.
"Realm doesn't equal victory," Ryosuke said, his tone quiet and indifferent. "How you use your power determines the outcome of battle, doesn't it?"
He stared at the stunned Madara, voice calm. "A senior who's fought in countless wars shouldn't need to be reminded of that. But your technique… is far too crude."
"Even if there's a difference in realm between us, the disparity in our mastery of power makes that irrelevant."
"But of course… this is your first time wielding such strength. It'll take time to adapt. And the time you need… will depend on your talent, not your realm."
Ryosuke's injuries were minor—at most, superficial.
Given his current body, they'd heal in seconds.
From the moment Madara accelerated, Ryosuke knew he wouldn't be able to fully dodge that punch.
Anyway, Uchiha Madara's offensive technique just now wasn't a coordinated bloodline-linked attack like Haibon's joint kill, so Ryosuke didn't pay it much attention. After dodging the vital points, he simply allowed himself to be struck.
And in that same momentum of being knocked back, he launched a devastating counterattack—right at Uchiha Madara!
"Time-Space Jutsu?"
Uchiha Madara instantly realized how Ryosuke had managed to silently appear behind him.
Instead of answering, Ryosuke spoke in a calm but mocking tone, "You've gained power, and already, you're getting arrogant."
In the next instant, an explosion of fist shadows burst forth—endless, blinding, devastating.
It was as if Madara had been struck by hundreds of fists in a single moment. His divine body, which had transcended mortal limits, couldn't withstand it. His right arm and left leg were shattered on the spot, and blood sprayed from multiple ruptured points across his body like erupting geysers.
At that moment, he truly understood the power of this overwhelmingly destructive taijutsu—a technique that could shatter the True Thousand Hands!
Bang—
Madara's divine form fell from the sky like a burning meteor. The ground offered no resistance. He plunged downward with unrelenting force under the weight of Ryosuke's pressure.
Overlaid impact…
It didn't take a full second—only about 0.75 seconds for Ryosuke to unleash hundreds of punches, each layered with distinct physical techniques.
A direct, unavoidable assault.
Uchiha Madara took it all—no defense, no evasion.
And so, he experienced Ryosuke's transcendent physical technique firsthand and instantly began trying to analyze it.
But… could such a feat truly be accomplished through human strength alone?
Or did it require the support of some mysterious ocular ability?
Was time frozen in that 0.75-second interval? And how had Ryosuke fused such power?
BOOM BOOM BOOM—
The ground ruptured and collapsed beneath them. The deafening sound of rock and earth shattering filled Madara's ears. His divine body was torn through like rotting parchment—dozens of holes piercing his form, blood pouring endlessly.
Deeper and deeper underground...
Madara felt the searing heat of the planet's core. Then suddenly, all resistance vanished.
Gulu—
It was like falling into water—except this "water" was searing hot magma.
Engulfed by molten lava, Madara was smashed near the planet's core by the compound impact of Ryosuke's hundreds of punches, his body broken and submerged in flame.
"So terrifying…"
Even so, even while submerged in magma, Madara was unfazed. With his divine body, the molten earth posed no fatal threat.
Within the underground abyss, his fractured form slowly floated upward, rising from the molten pool. He gazed up at the gaping hole bored through layers of earth—his descent path.
His gaze seemed to penetrate tens of millions of meters of distance and lock onto Ryosuke, who stood calmly on the surface above.
"But unfortunately… with my current body, you can't kill me!"
In the next moment, Madara took a step.
He activated a time-space technique and instantly traversed the distance from the magma-filled depths back to the surface.
Arms wide, Uchiha Madara looked up at Ryosuke with overwhelming arrogance.
"You can't kill me," he declared, "but I can kill you!"
His shattered limbs began to regenerate. His left leg, right arm, and even the blood he'd lost began to reform—gathering like crimson pearls, floating back into his body.
"I've already seen through your techniques!"
At the very moment he'd witnessed Ryosuke's taijutsu, an ocular technique had awakened in Uchiha Madara's mind.
"Eighty Gods Vaccum Attack!"
Before Ryosuke could respond, Madara raised his palm and aimed it toward the sky.
An eruption of chakra burst from his body, and countless fist shadows bloomed from his hand—dense, seamless, and crashing toward Ryosuke from all directions!
The attack seemed to rend the very fabric of the sky.
"This isn't your half-baked imitation!"
Madara roared, grinning madly.
For some reason, all his careful plans had been forgotten—at this moment, all he wanted was to battle this man before him!
"So… this is the true application of the Eighty Gods Vaccum Attack?"
Floating in midair, Ryosuke didn't flinch as the storm of chakra fists surged toward him.
Instead, his gaze remained fixed on Uchiha Madara, analyzing every transformation, every fluctuation.
Then, he raised his own arm.
"But what's the difference between this scattered, uncontrolled power and your True Thousand Hands just now?" he asked. "You've increased quantity and chakra output, sure… but there's no cohesion."
With his innate, unparalleled talent for combat, Ryosuke could easily reproduce such a physical technique—but there was no need.
"You can't even harness this power properly. You don't even have the capacity to master it!"
His tone remained flat, almost uninterested. Though he addressed Uchiha Madara, his words seemed to pass through him—like he was speaking to someone else.
"The Eighty Gods Vacuum Attack I developed myself is no weaker than your Otsutsuki-inherited trick!"
Even so, Ryosuke did glean some insights from Madara's performance—something crucial.
"Thanks for helping me cover that 0.75-second gap."
The next instant, the Tenseigan chakra in his body erupted. A new wave of fist shadows burst forth, dense and furious.
This time, there was no time restriction. No internal cooldown.
This was the true form of his technique—fully superimposed, a divine fusion of control, chakra, and raw speed.
A giant, unstoppable force surged forward—Ryosuke's chakra storm charged straight through Madara's chaotic, unfocused strike like a celestial dragon tearing through clouds!
That 0.75-second window hadn't been static, after all. It was simply the limit Ryosuke imposed on himself—to compress his power.
Had someone reacted within that precise interval and launched a counter, Ryosuke's incomplete Eighty Gods would've shattered.
But alas, everyone who'd witnessed it until now had died—before they could analyze or challenge it.
Now, ironically, the only one to survive long enough to analyze it… had helped him perfect it.
No one could break this technique anymore.
Even though it was hard to believe that a secret technique passed down through divine bloodlines could be overwhelmed like this, Madara reacted quickly—using a space-time jutsu to evade the charging "dragon."
But the next moment, a dreadful sense of danger seized his heart.
His vigilance, which had been honed to its peak ever since the fight began, suddenly spiked.
Without hesitation, his freshly regenerated right arm transformed into a black rod—he thrust it hard toward his flank.
"Aaaaaaaaah!"
A sickening squelch rang out. The sound of something collapsing.
A mass of black mud—unseen until now—had crept up behind him, and was now pinned in place by the stabbing rod!
"Madara!!"
A voice brimming with bitter hatred roared from the black sludge.
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