Chapter 9

At this moment, the battle between Uchiha Madara and Senju Yoru had already reached a fever pitch.

"Huff! Huff! It seems you are indeed not an ordinary child," Senju Yoru said, leaning on his knees and panting heavily, to Uchiha Madara.

"Who knows!" Uchiha Madara crossed his arms, his forehead already damp with sweat, but he remained calm and composed.

When he went to the battlefield, he had thought about what to do if he encountered danger—whether to face it head-on or to run away. After much consideration, Uchiha Madara decided to act according to the situation.

Now, although his strength was not great, he was not about to turn and run at the sight of an enemy. If he encountered an unavoidable dangerous battle, he could not afford to retreat.

The most important thing for a ninja was to have a fearless heart. If one could not even face their enemies, how could they conquer the world?

From the moment he became Uchiha Madara, he had long put life and death out of his mind. When he killed his first person, he was already prepared to be killed.

Moreover, the battlefield was the fastest place to improve one's strength.

Uchiha Madada looked up at the sky, seeing the sun high overhead. Since he stepped into the battlefield between the Uchiha and Senju clans, he had gone through several battles, and it had already been almost an hour without him realizing it.

"I will end you in an instant," Uchiha Madara closed his eyes, drew the Lightning Blade from his waist, pointed it at Senju Yoru, and when he opened his eyes again, they had turned blood red.

He decided to quickly end the battle. The presence of Senju Asama in the tree was making him feel pressured, and his time with Cat Fairy was almost up; he couldn't afford to delay any longer.

"What a joke!" Senju Yoru laughed loudly, but soon he couldn't laugh anymore.

"Yoru!" Senju Asama, seeing the blood-red eyes in Madara's eyes, stood up from the tree in shock, finally unable to maintain his composure. He had seen many Sharingan, but Uchiha Madara was at most seven or eight years old. Was this not too monstrous? Madara's strength had already surprised him, but what came next was even more shocking.

"Sharingan!" Senju Yoru was greatly startled, stunned by Madara's Sharingan, and for a moment, he forgot to dodge.

Bang!

Uchiha Madara instantly knocked away Senju Asama's kunai, and his left hand had already thrown three shuriken at Senju Yoru.

"Damn!" Senju Yoru used the Body Replacement Technique, jumping to a nearby tree, cursing in his heart: "What the hell is this monster? At such a young age, his chakra is more than mine, an elite chunin, and now he has even activated the Sharingan. What else can he not do?"

Pfft!

Senju Yoru suddenly opened his eyes in disbelief, looking down to see a half-exposed golden blade in his chest.

"This... can't be possible?" Senju Yoru struggled to turn his head, seeing a pair of cold, strange Sharingan eyes, glowing with a blood-red light, making one's heart tremble with fear.

Bang!

The Madara on the ground turned into a cloud of smoke, it was a clone.

"When did he form the seals? I didn't even notice," Senju Asama looked at Uchiha Madara with a serious expression, determined not to let him escape today.

Uchiha Madara's talent made him tremble. He had always thought that only his nephew was the most talented ninja, but seeing Madara now, Senju Asama had to admit that even his talented nephew was slightly inferior.

"Yoru!" Senju Kawakami and Senju Izumi were shocked.

"Your Body Replacement Technique is quite good, but no matter what, I will kill you," Uchiha Madara said calmly, drawing the Lightning Blade.

Thud!

Senju Yoru, with a look of unwillingness on his face, fell from the tree, dead.

"Master, you are so amazing!" Uchiha Hikaru looked up at Uchiha Madara standing on the tree trunk with admiration.

"I underestimated you," Senju Asama sighed, jumping down from the tree and standing on the ground.

"Three left!" Uchiha Madara narrowed his eyes at Senju Asama. Anyone who could make him feel pressured was definitely a jounin.

At this point, his chakra was already more than half depleted. Fighting a jounin was impossible, and even when he was not depleted, defeating a jounin was as difficult as climbing to the sky.

But Madara could not retreat. He jumped to the ground, the Lightning Blade slanted toward the ground, and said calmly, "You are a jounin, right?"

"What? Are you afraid? If you surrender now, I won't hurt you at all," Senju Asama said with a smile.

"Lord Asama, he killed Yoru!" Senju Kawakami glared at Madara with hatred, wishing to tear him apart.

"Are you questioning my decision?" Senju Asama glanced at Senju Kawakami, his calm tone making one feel intimidated.

"I dare not!" Senju Kawakami hurriedly said.

"Boy, what do you think? You are very strong, and in a few years, I might not be your match, but now, killing you is as easy as turning over my hand," Senju Asama said, no longer looking at Senju Kawakami, but staring quietly at Uchiha Madara.

"You might be right, but how do you know the result without trying? I have killed many genin and chunin, but this is the first time I am killing a jounin. It's quite exciting!" Uchiha Madara smiled coldly, his blood-red Sharingan eyes slowly rotating.

"Ha! You are quite interesting, can you tell me your name?" Senju Asama laughed loudly.

"Go ask the King of Hell!" Uchiha Madara leaped forward, swinging his blade at Senju Asama.

"Ah! These kids are getting more and more arrogant, forgetting even basic manners." Senju Asama shook his head, forming several seals, and the ground beneath his feet trembled, instantly rising a human-sized earth pillar, lifting him up.

"Fire Release—Phoenix Flower Claw Red."

Uchiha Madara quickly drew back his blade and retreated, forming seals rapidly, spitting out several small fireballs from his mouth, and throwing several shuriken into the fireballs. The shuriken instantly turned red-hot and flew toward Senju Asama at an extremely fast speed.

"Such childish tricks are useless. Didn't your father tell you that the Senju clan specializes in Water Release and Earth Release?" Senju Asama formed a seal, and a wall of earth rose in front of him, blocking the incoming shuriken.

"Blah, blah, blah, are you fighting with your mouth?" Uchiha Madara mocked, but he was extremely cautious in his heart. Indeed, jounin were not ordinary characters, especially jounin from the Warring States era, each of whom had been through countless battles, far surpassing ninjas from the peace era.

"Really not cute! My nephew is much cuter than you." Senju Asama sighed.

"Cute is for girls. Is your nephew a girl?" Uchiha Madara sneered.

"You have a sharp tongue, but if he heard that, he would definitely fight you to the death." Senju Asama smiled bitterly.

"If he dares to come, he will just be another soul under my blade." Uchiha Madara said with disdain.

"That's not certain. My nephew is very strong and not inferior to you." Speaking of his talented nephew, Senju Asama's face showed pride.

"Hmm?" Uchiha Madara narrowed his eyes. Was there such a talented child in the Senju clan? Could it be Senju Hashirama?

"If you surrender now, I will let you meet him." Senju Asama still tried to persuade Madara to stop resisting.

"Let's skip that. If you were talking about your niece, I might consider it, but your nephew, forget it." Uchiha Madara knew that Senju Asama was likely talking about Senju Hashirama, but he did not hesitate to mock Hashirama.

"I really don't know how your elders raised you." Senju Asama, having been mocked by Madara several times, was angry and instantly disappeared from the earth pillar.

"Too fast!" Uchiha Madara, not daring to be distracted, drew a kunai from his sleeve and swung it backward.

"Ah! Not bad reaction!" Senju Asama appeared not far behind Madara, looking at him teasingly, as if he didn't take him seriously at all.

"It seems I can only rely on the Lightning Blade to kill him, but the previous battles have already consumed most of the Lightning Blade's power. I don't know if it can last until victory." Uchiha Madara placed his hand on the hilt of the blade, staring intently at Senju Asama, not daring to relax for a moment.

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I am very sorry! The power was out at my house for a whole day, and it only came back on in the evening. I am now writing as fast as I can, and there will be another update later.

If you like this book, I hope you can give it a follow. I am extremely grateful!

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