bdsm-fiction Chapter 298 Madara VS Buzzby!
Chapter 298 Madara VS Buzzby!
"Rock, paper, scissors, rock ......" Sasuke and Madara quickly stretched out their hands and played the game of rock, paper, scissors at an astonishing speed.
They moved so quickly that onlookers could only see blurry shadows.
draw.
draw.
Still a draw.
After eight consecutive rounds, the two were still unable to determine the winner.
The results of each round were the same, as if foreshadowing that this matchup would be extremely intense.
Finally, after eight consecutive ties, the ninth game finally decided the winner.
Sasuke's scissors VS Madara's cloth.
Sasuke wins!
"That boss is mine!" Sasuke shouted excitedly, his face filled with the joy of victory.
He unceremoniously chose the most powerful target and ate the biggest piece of the cake in one go.
Madara looked calm, not surprised by Sasuke's choice.
Because if it were him, the result would be the same.
He was willing to accept the defeat and calmly accepted the result.
Although he lost the goal of becoming the leader, he was still full of confidence in the other members. If they lacked quality, they could make up for it with quantity.
"Then I'll go first!" Madara took a deep breath, looked ahead with a firm gaze, and clenched his fists, as if he wanted to gather all his strength, ready to start selecting his own team.
Madara strode out, his eyes scanning the crowd in front of him with a sense of dominance and majesty.
His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, and seemed to be able to see through everyone's heart.
At this moment, he was facing all the Quincies and challenged them without any hesitation.
"Hey, except for the leader, everyone else, come together!" Madara's voice resounded throughout the venue, his tone full of disdain and provocation.
His words were like thunder, shocking everyone present.
After hearing this, Youhabach frowned slightly but did not respond.
The members of the Stern Cross Knights were furious and expressed their dissatisfaction with Madara's arrogance.
At this time, a young man with a purple punk haircut, purple-red eyes, a screw on his left ear, a nut-like earring on his right ear, a dark star-shaped pendant around his neck, black gloves and armbands (the armband on his right arm had a skull pattern on it), and cloth shoes with a slit collar jumped out from the crowd.
His eyes widened with anger, he pointed at Ban and shouted, "What did you say, you bastard?! If you want to die, I can help you!"
This man's name is Buzzby. He has a hot temper and can't stand Madara's verbal provocation at all.
However, in the face of Buzby's anger, Madara remained expressionless.
He replied calmly: "Well, I want to die, please help me!"
Madara's words were calm as water, but the murderous intent contained in them made people shudder.
There was a cold gleam in his eyes, as if he was mocking the other person. He was so scared.
"You damn bastard!"
Buzby glared at Madara, his eyes filled with murderous intent and anger.
He turned to look at Yhwach, and when he saw that the other party did not object, he revealed a ferocious smile.
Then, he quickly used the Quincy's unique fast-moving skill - the Flying Sickle Kick.
His figure disappeared in an instant like lightning, and appeared in front of Madara the next moment.
(Flying Sickle Kick: Through the spirit particle bunching, the spirit particles in the atmosphere are concentrated under the feet, and these spirit particles are used to achieve instant position transfer. The more spirit particles collected, the faster the movement speed.)
"Burning!" With a roar from Bazby, his figure instantly appeared in front of everyone.
He clenched his hands tightly, and the spirit particles gathered rapidly, as if igniting the surrounding air.
Then with a bang, his hands were covered in blazing flames.
The flame was like a ferocious beast, roaring continuously, as if trying to break free from its restraints.
Buzby's eyes were filled with a cruel smile, and he believed that his fire could destroy all enemies.
However, when he saw that Madara was serious, an inexplicable fear arose in his heart.
He had never seen such a powerful opponent, and the aura emanating from the opponent made him feel suffocated.
"Are you also a fire player? Are you sure you want to play with fire in front of the Uchiha family?" Madara looked at Bazby in front of him, his mouth corners slightly raised, and a hint of disdain flashed in his eyes.
He slowly stretched out a hand, with his palm facing Bazby, and said softly: "Fire Style: Great Fireball Technique."
As he finished his words, a huge ball of blue flame gushed out from his palm. The flame was like a ferocious beast, pouncing towards Buzby with its fangs and claws bared.
This ball of fire was not only huge in size, but also extremely hot, and the surrounding space was distorted by the heat.
However, Ban seemed very relaxed, as if he had just done something insignificant.
With a casual slap of his hand, the huge fireball instantly split into countless small fireballs, each of which was like a cannonball, whistling towards Buzby.
These small fireballs drew arcs in the sky, as dense and spectacular as a meteor shower.
Buzby stared at the oncoming flames with wide eyes and astonishment.
He could never have imagined that this seemingly ordinary man actually possessed such a powerful fire escape technique.
He quickly raised his hands, ignited his own flame, and tried to resist with his own flame.
"Burning Hell!!!"
This is currently Buzby's strongest move.
He accumulates extremely hot energy in the five fingers of his left hand, and then shoots out a swirling cone of flame with astonishing power forward, which can burn anything within the attack range to ashes.
But his flame was as tiny compared to Madara's as a candle flame is to the sun.
Temperature, the temperature cannot be compared.
The impact force, the impact force is unmatched.
Even the ability to control fire was not comparable to his.
Madara's flames were as flexible as his arms and could be controlled at will, while his flames seemed extremely clumsy.
Madara's flames easily penetrated Buzby's fire defense and hit him directly to the body.
Buzby let out a scream, his body flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground.
In the blink of an eye, Buzby's body was engulfed by blue flames. He screamed in pain, and his clothes and hair were singed.
He wanted to struggle, but found that he could not escape the flames at all.
When the flames and smoke cleared, all that was left was Buzby, who was completely black, with his clothes torn and in tatters, looking extremely miserable.
Although his attack ability is not as good as Madara's, his fire resistance is still good enough.
Well, he wasn't burned to death.
Buzby struggled to get up from the ground, his face full of fear and despair, staring at Ban with dull eyes.
His lips kept trembling, and his voice was filled with disbelief:
"This... this is impossible! My flames are an attack that can counter even the flames of Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni's first release, 'Ryujin Jakka', but it was actually... actually swallowed up by your flames so easily!"