The fist-sized air cannon from Guy's strike suddenly expanded—exploding to the same size as before!
"So fast!" Uchiha Madara's body trembled as he watched.
The Six Paths Staff in his hand shifted, forming a shield wall to block the next kick. The shock slammed into him.
Madara grit his teeth. This continuous barrage was troublesome. It wasn't just one strike—it kept coming.
And then he froze.
Guy had already appeared behind him.
"Two strikes!"
Airflow surged. Madara twisted around, barely managing to brace himself—yet Guy's fist still smashed into his right cheek.
His once proud and handsome face twisted under the impact.
Guy didn't hesitate.
"Three strikes!"
Evening Elephant's speed was merciless—faster and more violent than the Daytime Tiger. Each "light" punch was actually tearing Guy's body apart from the inside.
"Four strikes!"
Madara struggled. The staff he had just used to block one strike was crushed under the force of Guy's momentum, pinning him.
"I… can't move!"
Madara's mind raced. For the first time, he looked at Guy and the Eight Gates with a new respect.
He couldn't even turn his head as Guy appeared in front of him again.
"Five strikes!!!"
"Whatever happens—just push forward, Guy!" Minato shouted from below.
Madara reacted quickly, forcing the Six Paths Staff into the shape of a sphere, encasing himself.
Gaara recognized it instantly. "That's…!"
Within the sphere, four Truth-Seeking Orbs shot out toward Guy.
But Madara had no vision—he couldn't control them precisely.
Rock Lee, having opened the Third Gate, hurled a Flying Thunder God Kunai between Guy and the orbs.
Minato flashed into place, intercepting them with his own body.
"Perfect timing, Lee!"
A moment later, Minato vanished again with Flying Thunder God, taking the orbs away.
Gaara extended his hand, using sand to hurl Kakashi closer to Madara.
"Kamui!"
Space warped, sucking part of the Six Paths sphere into another dimension.
Madara spun around, shock flashing in his lone eye. Guy was right there—too close to react.
"Five strikes!"
Zero-distance air cannon.
Guy's blow detonated against Madara's back, shattering even the indestructible Six Paths Staff.
Both warrior and sphere burst apart.
Time seemed to slow. Blood spurted from Madara's mouth as he skidded across the battlefield, dragged along the ground for hundreds of meters.
Above, Kakashi gasped for air, staring wide-eyed at the destruction.
Guy, however, was barely standing, chest heaving.
The attack had torn Madara apart—but it had torn him apart as well. Irreversible damage.
And yet…
Madara rose.
He wiped blood from his lips, staggering as though his body was failing him—like a man with kidney deficiency, his strength faltering.
But he was smiling.
"This excitement…"
"My first time since Hashirama!"
"Come again. Show me more!"
Guy's heart pounded.
That barrage hadn't finished him…?
Under the eerie Divine Tree, only two figures stood clearly against the battlefield's emptiness.
Madara—his white, godlike form cracked.
Guy—wreathed in fiery red blood vapor.
Sweat dripped from Guy's brow. His chest heaved, muscles straining, body swollen from the strain of the Gates.
"Wasn't Evenings Elephant enough?"
Blood trickled again from Madara's lips, and he roared with exhilaration.
"Good! Keep dancing!"
Guy could barely breathe. His body was finished. There was only one option left.
"Night Guy…"
He shifted his stance. Right foot forward, hands pressed to the ground.
Lee's eyes widened. "That posture! Not Evening Elephant—something stronger?!"
Behind Guy stood his student. His rival. His comrades.
And before him—his lifelong enemy.
"Produce it!"
His roar shook the battlefield. The blood vapor around him erupted violently, collapsing stone and earth.
One word.
"Night Guy!"
A blood-red beast emerged—formed from chakra and steam, monstrous and wild.
Madara's expression twisted in awe.
"That chakra…"
"I acknowledge you!"
"In terms of Taijutsu—among all who have faced me…"
"I, Uchiha Madara, declare you the strongest!"
The red beast charged. Guy's clothes ripped apart, blood-red lines carving across his skin.
His scream tore through the battlefield, nearly drowned by the explosive chakra.
He sprinted forward—like a dragon ripping the ground asunder.
Madara didn't dodge. He braced himself.
Recognition of a true warrior.
The Six Paths Staff spun in his hand.
"So fast!"
Madara raised his weapon—but Guy was already there.
Space itself distorted.
"Night Guy!!!"
Guy's final technique.
Not a ninjutsu. Not a genjutsu. Not even a taijutsu as it was once known.
It was Might Guy's final song.
His youth, burning for a lifetime.