Chapter 273: The End of a Warlord

Crack...

Madara Uchiha’s final Limbo shadow was destroyed by Obito’s Kamui!

"So... what are you going to do now?"

A smile appeared on Ning Feng’s face.

Even without Obito Uchiha’s help, he could easily suppress both Madara and Hashirama Senju.

However, even if he defeated Madara, that didn’t necessarily mean he could obtain control over the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path.

If he truly pushed Madara into a corner, Madara might choose mutual destruction and destroy the summoning contract connected to the Demonic Statue.

At that point, Ning Feng would have no way to obtain the Demonic Statue.

And without it, he could never truly become the Sage of Six Paths.

No matter how powerful he was or how many abilities he possessed, without becoming the Ten-Tails’ jinchūriki, he could never truly be considered the Sage of Six Paths.

"Hmph."

Madara calmly glanced at Obito but said nothing.

His greatest trump cards were his Rinnegan and the vigorous Hashirama cells within his body.

Yet now, compared to Ning Feng, they seemed insignificant.

Ning Feng also possessed the Rinnegan and could clearly perceive Limbo.

Meanwhile, Obito’s space-time ninjutsu forced Madara to constantly expend Limbo shadows for defense.

As a result, the greatest power of his Rinnegan had effectively been neutralized.

As for the Rinnegan’s other six abilities, many of them were of limited usefulness.

And the few that were useful, Ning Feng was already prepared for.

Even his Complete Body Susanoo couldn’t compete with Ning Feng’s.

In every conceivable aspect, Madara felt completely suppressed.

"Is this really all you’ve got?"

Ning Feng asked, sounding somewhat disappointed.

"..."

Madara remained silent.

A Susanoo clad upon a giant Buddha.

Together, two men capable of destroying five nations.

That was how Madara Uchiha and Hashirama Senju had once been described.

Together, they were invincible.

The combined strength of the two was enough to sweep across the entire ninja world.

And yet now...

They had fallen before a junior born during an era of peace.

"Amekage..."

Yakushi Kabuto, who was controlling Hashirama, couldn’t help sighing at the sight.

After traveling to Ryūchi Cave and mastering Sage Mode, his control over Hashirama—a shinobi at the peak of Super Kage level—had improved dramatically.

Hashirama’s power had not diminished much.

Aside from a few specific techniques he couldn’t use, Kabuto could employ the vast majority of Hashirama’s Wood Release abilities.

Combined with Edo Tensei’s immortal body and unlimited chakra, he was nearly as formidable as Hashirama had been in life.

And yet...

Even with both Madara and Hashirama working together, they were still being ruthlessly suppressed by the Amekage.

Had Ning Feng really become this strong?

Kabuto sighed quietly.

Before joining Amegakure, he had followed Orochimaru and witnessed much of the ninja world’s hidden depths.

Orochimaru himself was one of the few elite Kage-level shinobi in existence.

The number of forbidden techniques and secret arts he possessed was almost impossible to count.

By Orochimaru’s side, Kabuto had gained access to the highest levels of ninja knowledge.

According to their research, the pinnacle of the ninja world was represented by Hashirama Senju and Madara Uchiha.

As for Hiruzen Sarutobi’s title of "Strongest Hokage," that was little more than a joke.

And yet now...

The two strongest shinobi in history had joined forces and still weren’t a match for Ning Feng?

Could it be...

That their understanding had been wrong all along?

Kabuto’s face now bore crack-like markings resembling snake scales.

His eyes had become similar to Orochimaru’s serpent-like pupils.

The inverted-triangle eyes flickered coldly.

Behind his glasses, a sharp brilliance shone forth.

He had finally transformed from a man into a snake.

And from a snake...

Into a dragon.

No bloodline limit.

No miraculous cheat.

Relying solely on himself, he had mastered Sage Mode, integrated Orochimaru’s genetics, inherited Orochimaru’s research, and gained command over countless Edo Tensei shinobi.

His current strength was no longer far from Super Kage level.

...

"Am I really about to lose?"

The thought suddenly crossed Madara’s mind.

He had never imagined that after reviving and reclaiming his Rinnegan, there would still exist an opponent he could not defeat.

This man...

Was even stronger than Hashirama.

"What a shame. Realizing where you went wrong only now is far too late."

Ning Feng sneered.

As though he had seen through Madara’s thoughts, his tone carried unmistakable mockery.

"Your plan was impressive."

"But there will always be variables."

"Even without me, someone else would have stopped you."

"This isn’t a matter of conflicting ideals."

"You were simply wrong."

Ning Feng’s words struck directly at Madara’s heart.

"Wrong?"

The calmness on Madara’s face gradually vanished.

"How could I be wrong?"

"The only way to eliminate war and hatred is through the Infinite Tsukuyomi."

"Believe whatever you want."

Ning Feng shrugged indifferently.

"You’ll have plenty of time to think about it underground."

Although inferior to Ning Feng, Madara after awakening the Rinnegan remained an extraordinarily powerful opponent.

If possible, Ning Feng would have preferred to recruit him.

Unfortunately, Madara was simply too stubborn.

How could a man like that ever serve someone else?

At that thought, Ning Feng sighed.

Then let me personally bring an end to this fallen warlord.

No matter how imposing or domineering Madara was, his ideals were fundamentally flawed.

His starting point had been wrong from the beginning.

And given his uncompromising nature, once they stood on opposite sides, there was only one outcome.

Erasure.

Whoosh!

Ning Feng’s figure vanished instantly.

He suddenly appeared before Madara and thrust his blade forward with terrifying force!

Even Obito Uchiha felt his heart skip a beat at the sight.

He could clearly tell that Ning Feng hadn’t used the Flying Thunder God Technique.

Yet the speed of that strike had nearly reached the threshold of space-time ninjutsu itself!

In other words...

Ning Feng’s sword speed had effectively become a form of space-time technique.

A casual swing of his blade was already breaking through the limits of space itself!

"Tch..."

Madara’s expression grew increasingly grim.

This was pure taijutsu.

The Preta Path couldn’t absorb it.

Yet if he confronted Ning Feng’s monstrous close-combat abilities head-on...

Even with all his confidence, after their previous exchanges he had gained a clear understanding of Ning Feng’s physical prowess.

Ning Feng’s body wasn’t merely stronger than Hashirama’s.

His reactions.

His battle experience.

His reflexes.

Madara could no longer comprehend the limits of Ning Feng’s close-range combat ability.

Not even Hashirama had ever made him feel this powerless.

Could it be...

That today would truly be the day he was buried here?

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