Uchiha Madara's voice was icy cold. "This little game of make-believe is over."
The black rod pierced straight into Renya's body without any resistance, yet Madara's Rinnegan narrowed slightly—Renya, who had been stabbed, turned into a wooden log.
"Launching an attack with a shadow clone while the real body hides in the dark." A look of approval appeared on Uchiha Madara's face as he turned his gaze toward a corner.
Renya's true body appeared without warning at the position of another kunai.
In that split-second exchange just now, the two of them had both laid killing traps in the blink of an eye, and both had seen through the other's scheme at the last possible moment.
It could be said that if it were anyone else, the battle would have ended long ago.
The two confronted each other across leaves drifting through the air and shattered pieces of wood.
"Madara-sama, I'll advise you one last time—abandon the Eye of the Moon plan."
Seeing Uchiha Madara's Rinnegan regain its luster once more, Renya knew he only had one final chance to restrict the Rinnegan.
He had to end the battle within this last opportunity.
Despite having Tobi possessing him, after a prolonged battle, Uchiha Madara's condition had deteriorated significantly.
He realized that if this attrition continued, he would definitely be the one to lose.
After all, his enemies were not only Renya alone.
There were the ninjas of the entire Konoha Village, and in the distance, Senju Tobirama was watching.
As long as his condition worsened, that guy would certainly make a move!
There was no need to doubt Senju Tobirama's shamelessness—if he had even a shred of martial virtue, Izuna would not have been killed.
"Brat, give up your ridiculous idea."
Uchiha Madara stared expressionlessly at Renya. This kid was really just as naive as Hashirama.
Always clinging to fantasies, trying to make him abandon the Eye of the Moon plan.
If he really gave up his plan just because of a few words of persuasion from others, then he would not be the peerless Uchiha Madara.
[Infinite Tsukuyomi]was the only path to saving the ninja world.
Renya didn't understand it now, but he believed that this kid would eventually understand his pursuit!
One day, these stubborn fools would realize that he was the one who was right.
Just like those foolish clansmen—only after he left Konoha alone for several years did they finally see the true face of the village.
Uchiha Madara's gaze briefly fell upon the Uchiha clansmen in the crowd.
These foolish wretches were not worthy of being his clansmen!
Seeing that Uchiha Madara was still stubbornly unrepentant, Renya knew he could not delay any longer.
—Delay would only invite disaster.
A line of bloody tears flowed once again from his right eye—his final chance to restrict the Rinnegan.
Now, there was only one option left: kill Madara.
"Wood Release: Wood Dragon Technique!"
Uchiha Madara formed hand seals, and a lifelike wooden dragon roared as it burst forth, but its attack speed was clearly slower than before.
At the root of it all, he was simply too old.
With the Rinnegan restricted, even with the boost from Tobi's possession, the actual effect was far from exaggerated.
Coupled with prolonged combat, a decline in condition was only natural.
Even so, he had no intention of retreating and still launched a ferocious attack toward Renya.
The moment the wood dragon lunged forward, Renya's figure turned into a flash of light and vanished; in the next instant, he appeared at Madara's left side.
Uchiha Madara twisted his body to evade the tachi, then counterattacked with a black rod.
The two immediately launched into a fierce exchange, neither holding back in the slightest—both intent on killing the other.
Or being killed by the other!
As the battle continued, Uchiha Madara gradually fell into a disadvantage.
Renya's figure flickered across the battlefield, sword light striking from all kinds of tricky angles.
Madara's Rinnegan struggled to capture the trajectories; even if his eyes could react, his body, hampered by his poor condition, found it hard to respond.
Before long, several bloody gashes appeared on his body, and the poison on the tachi began to spread.
Perhaps because the poison had not been reapplied for a long time, it did not take effect immediately on Madara.
Since the end of the Second Great Ninja War, Renya had rarely engaged in battle.
When secretly capturing jinchūriki, he feared exposing his identity, so he did not carry his tachi.
Over time, he forgot to apply poison to it.
With his Mangekyō Sharingan, unless he faced an enemy like Uchiha Madara, he could usually end battles very quickly.
Against weaker foes, before the poison could even take effect, their heads would already be cut off by a single slash.
Whether poison was applied to the weapon or not no longer seemed that important.
When one was weak, such methods could be used to kill enemies.
Once one became strong, it didn't really matter anymore.
Suddenly, Uchiha Madara deliberately revealed an opening, allowing the tachi to pierce his shoulder, while the black rod in his hand shot forward at lightning speed.
The black rod accurately pierced Renya's abdomen. Both let out muffled groans as blood sprayed everywhere.
"Madara-sama, you've grown old."
Renya knew that Uchiha Madara was already at the end of his rope—otherwise, he would not have adopted such a tactic of trading injury for injury.
Ignoring the pain, he pulled out the tachi and slashed toward Uchiha Madara.
Seeing this, Uchiha Madara hurriedly released the black rod and dodged. He barely avoided the first two strikes, but his injuries ultimately failed to escape the third.
The tachi pierced straight through Uchiha Madara's abdomen, blood gushing out.
"Cough, cough…"
The once-feared Asura of the ninja world was finally defeated.
Tobi was also gravely injured; he automatically separated from Madara's body and collapsed limply onto the ground.
"Madara-sama, run quickly~"
At this moment, Uchiha Madara was completely defeated. If he didn't flee now, there would be no chance left.
Renya had no intention of continuing the attack. He released his grip on the tachi, letting it remain embedded in Madara's body.
"It's over, Madara-sama."
With his left hand covering his wounded abdomen, he spoke with a complicated expression.
Things had ultimately reached the point of no return…
If not for Black Zetsu's deception, Madara-sama would never have become so extreme.
No matter how they tried to persuade him, it was all in vain. To prevent him from reviving the Ten-Tails, they could only strike him down mercilessly.
In the end, it was all that damned Black Zetsu's fault. Sooner or later, it would be ground to dust and ashes!
Uchiha Madara lowered his head, looking at the tachi buried in his body, and smiled bitterly.
This blade was a gift he had once given to Izuna, yet he had been gravely wounded by the very weapon he gave him.
"I never thought I would ultimately fall by your hand."
Madara raised his head to look at Renya's conflicted face. There was no resentment or anger on his own—only endless calm.
Back when he decided to leave Konoha, he had already vaguely guessed that this day would come.
He had thought that the one to stop him in the end would be Hashirama, but instead it was the junior he valued most.
In truth, Uchiha Madara had countless opportunities to kill Renya, yet he never did so.
That ultimately led to the current situation, but he never regretted his decision.
"Sorry, Madara-sama. I said I would stop you from realizing the Eye of the Moon plan…"
Renya said with guilt.
If persuasion had worked, if Madara-sama had not stubbornly clung to his own views, who would have wanted to reach this point?
"Madara, give it up. There's still a chance to turn everything around!"
Senju Hashirama came before his old friend, trying once more to persuade him to abandon the plan.
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