Chakra? If it can't make you immortal, what's the point of being extraordinary?

Chapter 185 Two supporting characters appear!

The boy's figure gradually became clear. He looked about the same age as Sasuke, but was much thinner in terms of body shape. He was wearing a tattered piece of clothing with many patches on it, looking a little disheveled.

However, the tattered sword in his hand was flashing with cold light, revealing an aura of tenacity and indomitable spirit.

[Beep, human, combat power: 0.1]

This couldn't help but make Ban feel a little surprised.

This little guy's fighting ability actually exceeds the level of a Genin.

This is because the combat capability of ordinary Genin is not up to the standard to be displayed.

The boy ran to Xiaoyu, panting, his eyes full of concern.

He looked Xiaoyu up and down nervously and asked anxiously: "Xiaoyu, are you okay? Are you hurt?"

Xiaoyu shook her head and said with a smile, "I'm fine, Brother Xiaozheng. This adult didn't hurt me."

Xiaozheng finally breathed a sigh of relief, but still looked at Madara warily.

He tightly grasped the sword in his hand and asked in a serious tone: "Who are you? Why are you here?"

Madara looked at Xiaozheng calmly, with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

He could feel the courage and determination emanating from the young man in front of him.

"I'm just passing by." Ban replied calmly.

"Passing by?" Xiaozheng frowned, obviously not satisfied with Ban's answer.

His eyes were full of doubt and distrust.

"No matter who you are, stay away from Xiaoyu! Otherwise I won't let you go!" Xiaozheng held the sword tightly in his hand, staring at Madara in front of him with firm and fierce eyes, and shouted loudly.

After hearing this, Madara smiled slightly, as if he did not take Xiaozheng's threat seriously. He responded calmly: "Don't worry, I have no ill will towards you." After that, he turned around and prepared to leave.

However, at this moment, Xiaozheng suddenly shouted, "Wait!" The voice echoed in the air, forcing Ban to stop.

Madara turned around, frowned slightly, looked at Xiaozheng and asked, "Anything else?"

Xiaozheng showed a trace of embarrassment and hesitation on his face, but he finally mustered up the courage to speak: "Thank you for not hurting Xiaoyu."

After hearing this, Madara raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a faint smile, and said, "You're welcome." Then he turned around again and continued walking forward.

Xiaozheng stood there, looking at Madara's gradually receding back, his heart full of doubts and confusion.

He wondered to himself, who is this person?

Why does it appear here?

What is the purpose?

These questions kept lingering in his mind, causing him to fall into deep thought.

Just as Madara walked a short distance out of the manor, he heard a sharp sound of breaking through the air behind him.

He frowned slightly and turned around to look, only to see a tall and burly man with a long nose, a red mask and an abnormally huge head, holding a samurai sword and slashing at him.

[Beep, human, combat power: 1800]

"Huh? A scum whose combat power is only 1800? You really overestimate yourself!" Madara sneered, with a hint of disdain in his eyes.

At this moment, a blue skeleton suddenly appeared beside Madara, like a solid barrier, steadily blocking the monster's slash.

Then, a skeletal arm shot out and grabbed the strange man tightly.

“Ahhhhhhhh...Xiaoyu, run!” the big-headed monster shouted in horror.

Just as Ban was about to put more strength into crushing his bones, Xiaoyu suddenly rushed out of the manor and shouted anxiously: "Um, sir, please spare this uncle. Recently, the food that Xiaozheng and I have eaten was given to us by this uncle."

Madara was silent for a moment, taking in the situation.

Since this person is related to Xiaoyu, let's give him a break this time.

However, the death penalty can be avoided, but the living punishment cannot be escaped!

After all, he actually dared to attack me, so it was simply a pipe dream to expect to leave here unscathed.

"Ahhhhhhh...My legs, my legs!" The skeleton arm stretched out a finger and pressed mercilessly on the man's legs.

With a crisp snapping sound, the man's legs below the knees were instantly crushed into pieces of meat.

Madara put a little more strength.

Now, the calves were mixed with the mud and could no longer be picked out.

The man howled in pain, his broken legs still twitching.

The severe pain almost made him lose his mind, and he could only roll and struggle on the ground.

Madara looked at the tragic scene in front of him, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a cold smile.

His index finger that controlled the Susanoo skeleton once again turned red, like a burning flame.

Then, he gently touched the man's wound with that finger, using the high temperature to quickly stop the flow of blood.

He didn't want the man to die from blood loss because he had promised to let him go.

He, Uchiha Madara, always keeps his word.

Since I have already promised Xiaoyu, I will let the man in front of me go.

Then, he would never let him die in his hands.

At least, not this time!

This bloody and horrifying scene left Xiaozheng and Xiaoyu stunned and trembling all over.

They had never seen such cruel means and their hearts were filled with fear and awe.

Madara slowly walked towards the man, looking down at him from above, and asked in a cold tone: "Now, I ask you questions and you answer them. Do you understand?"

"I...I understand, sir!"

Tengushan Feiche answered tremblingly, beads of sweat the size of beans sliding down his forehead and dripping onto the ground, splashing small water droplets.

"Tell me, what is your name and identity?"

Madara's voice was icy cold, as if it could penetrate one's soul.

"My name is Tenguyama Hitetsu, and I'm a collector of beautiful girl dolls."

Tengushan Feiche said cautiously, not daring to be negligent in the slightest.

"Beautiful girl... a doll?!"

Hearing these words, Madara's breath fluctuated slightly, and a faint smell of blood spread.

The terrifying murderous aura was like a sharp sword, piercing Tengushan Feiche's neck. Tengushan Feiche, who was enveloped by a powerful sense of death crisis, instantly felt the hairs on his body stand up and his scalp go numb.

"My lord, my lord, let me explain. This doll is not made of a real person, it is carved out of wood. I have no intention of hurting Xiaoyu, not at all."

Tengushan Feiche turned pale with fright and quickly explained in the shortest words.

He was afraid that if he spoke a second slower, the cold man in front of him, who was full of murderous intent and staring at him with his scarlet eyes, would cancel his life account without hesitation.