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"Uchiha Madara!"

"Get down and dance!"

Two simple short sentences completely ignited Madara Uchiha's passion.

"Hahahaha!"

"Thousand Hands, Thousand Autumns! Oh—Thousand Hands, Thousand Autumns!"

Madara Uchiha roared to the sky and jumped down from the tree.

Even though he was old and frail, and even though he walked with a shaky gait.

But in the end, he was the man who stood at the very top of the ninja world!

"Madara-sama!"

When the pitcher plant Zetsu saw Uchiha Madara jump down, looking like he was about to fight Chiaki, he quickly appeared in front of Uchiha Madara and blocked his way.

"Get out of my way, don't stop me!"

Madara Uchiha's eyes were filled with excitement. Since Hashirama Senju's death, he had never felt such a burning desire to fight.

Hashirama Senju, Senju Senju...

As expected, the only real rival of the Uchiha clan is the Senju clan!

"Lord Madara! Your body can no longer withstand the battle against Senju Chiaki!"

He earnestly advised, "Why don't you observe the situation first..."

"Let's see how things go?"

Madara Uchiha looked down at Zetsu, the pitcher plant, and said, "Do you think those seven useless people you control can do anything to Senju Chiaki?"

"Why don't we take a look first... take a look first..."

The pitcher plant looked in Chiaki's direction with resentment, "Look, those seven have already plunged their ninja swords into Senju Chiaki's body, they've practically sealed the battle!"

"To establish a decisive advantage?"

Madara Uchiha looked at Zetsu, the pitcher plant, with surprise and asked blankly, "Where is it? I can't see it?"

The pitcher plant cursed inwardly, thinking, "Is this old man probably too old and frail to see properly?"

Despite cursing inwardly, on the surface, Pitcher Plant Zetsu naturally spoke with utmost respect to Uchiha Madara, saying, "Lord Madara, please look in the direction of Senju Chiaki..."

As he spoke, he controlled the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist to plunge their seven swords even deeper into Chiaki's body, twisting the blades in an attempt to inflict more damage.

"The direction of Senju Chiaki?"

Madara Uchiha didn't look at Chiaki, but stared straight at Zetsu, the pitcher plant, and said with a smile in his voice, "I didn't see what you're talking about, but I did see that Chiaki Senju laid the foundation for the battle."

"How is this possible!?"

The pitcher plant retorted, "Take a closer look. It's clearly Senju Chiaki being suppressed by the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist that I control..."

As he spoke, he turned to look at Qianqiu.

However, just as the pitcher plant looked at Chiaki, the words he was about to say were suddenly cut off.

"You...I...this..."

The pitcher plant was like a duck with its throat being choked, and could only look at Qianqiu with a red face and astonishment.

In all his years of life, he had never seen anything so bizarre!

A soft pink light rippled around Chiaki's body, while the faces of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist, controlled by White Zetsu, twisted and struggled.

The more they exerted themselves, the more ferocious their expressions became, and at the same time, their life force was rapidly declining.

"How is this going!?"

"Quick! Pull it out!"

The pitcher plant Zetsu quickly commanded the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist, and the seven swords were immediately pulled out of Chiaki's body, bringing with them a large amount of blood.

However, Chiaki remained unfazed, a smirk playing on his lips as he stared intently at Uchiha Madara, seemingly oblivious to the extent of his injuries.

In contrast to the Seven Ninja Swordsmen, the seven of them were already lying on the ground, their faces extremely pale and weak, clearly having exhausted their life force to the extreme.

"This, this, this..."

The pitcher plant said that it had lived for thousands of years and had only ever seen a healer who healed others and gave them life force, but had never seen a healer who drained others' life force!

What kind of monster is this?!

Even among the ninjas of the Uzumaki lineage in the Land of Whirlpools, there is no monster with abilities like Chiaki!

"They're just seven mindless beasts; it won't take much effort to deal with them."

Qianqiu glanced down at the seven guys and a disdainful smile appeared on his face.

However, in reality, Chiaki had been enduring her pain.

Doesn't she feel anything at all?

How can it be!

Even though Chiaki has an overflowing vitality that allows her to recover, she can quickly heal even when she is injured.

But she is still human after all, and she can still feel pain!

Not to mention, in order to inflict even more serious injuries on Chiaki, the pitcher plant Zetsu even controlled the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist to twist their swords around.

This kind of pain is beyond what most people can bear. If it weren't for the comfortable numbing sensation produced during the replenishment of life force, Chiaki would probably have screamed in agony long ago.

"You merely took control of their bodies and gained their abilities."

"But are you able to know their exact condition?"

Qianqiu glanced down at her injuries, which were rapidly healing. She calmly addressed the shocked pitcher plant Zetsu, saying, "Their condition was already quite precarious long ago!"

"You think you can beat me with this?"

"Dream!"

Strands of faint pink chakra threads wrapped around the feet of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen, constantly drawing their life force to provide for Chiaki's use.

However, the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist had already been severely injured and defeated earlier.

They were able to get up and continue fighting entirely thanks to the support of the White Zetsu.

White Zetsu, a life form composed of spores, is far less resilient than a human.

"Hahaha!"

Hearing Chiaki's words, Uchiha Madara clapped his hands in delight and said to the pitcher plant Zetsu with a laugh, "You, you, that's why you'll never become a ninja!"

"A qualified ninja must make good use of his entire life!"

"A ninja who cannot control his own life is no ninja at all!"

The pitcher plant, unwilling to give up, gritted its teeth and shook its head, saying, "Lord Madara... I can still..."

"No, you can't!"

Facing the pitcher plant Zetsu, which seemed to still want to struggle, Chiaki gently snapped her fingers.

Hula

Beyond the Boundary appeared instantly behind Chiaki, raising its fist in Madara Uchiha's delighted gaze.

Boom!

The ground exploded, creating seven small craters. The pitcher plant Zetsu stared in shock at the seven remaining ninja swords in the craters and silently retreated.

"good very good!"

"Decisive and ruthless! Unlike Hashirama, who is indecisive!"

Madara Uchiha praised again, "Chiaki Senju, are you a descendant of Hashirama or that bastard Tobirama Senju?"

Chapter 392 Weren't you just being really arrogant?

Does it matter to you who my descendants are?

Qianqiu smiled brightly, and pink light surged around her, providing a large amount of life force to quickly repair her recent injuries.

Madara Uchiha's gaze fell directly on Chiaki's body. Through her tattered purple kimono, one could vaguely see numerous white and outward-facing bloody wounds.

However, under the pink light, those bloody wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, revealing Qianqiu's fair and beautiful skin once again.

"...Lord Uchiha Madara, are you a pervert?"

Chiaki looked at Madara Uchiha, glanced down at her own condition, and instinctively reached out to cover her body, looking at Madara Uchiha with a hint of disdain.

"...You little blonde, what's so interesting about you?"

Madara Uchiha seemed to notice the odd look in his eyes and snorted heavily, "I've roamed the ninja world for so many years, what kind of woman haven't I seen?"

Even if your looks and figure were among the best in the last hundred years, they would mean nothing to me!

"Women will only slow me down in battle!"

That makes sense. Hashirama Senju's strength was comparable to Madara Uchiha's, but he was ultimately tied to Mito Uzumaki's side and became henpecked.

Madara Uchiha, however, never fell in love with any woman.

Powerful, abstinent, and arrogant.

Such self-control is truly moving.

"Humph."

Qianqiu gave a soft hum and reached out to pat her body.

The pink light suddenly became dazzling, like a shimmering coat draped over her body, covering her exposed skin.

"Judging from your personality, you must be a descendant of Tobirama Senju, right?"

When Madara Uchiha saw Chiaki's petty and bad-tempered nature, Tobirama Senju immediately came to mind.

This old scoundrel has been lusting after my body for a long time and always wanted to do something big to me.

"Based on the feeling I get from you..."