Crash————

The ice shattered, and Duke, who was hit, was scattered into ice fragments all over the sky.

"Ice clone...cunning boy." Uchiha Madara retracted the clone, raised the sickle, turned the Sharingan and looked behind him.

"I'll take this as a compliment, you cunning senior in the industry."

Duke half-crouched on the ground, his hands pressed against the wooden man's head. The madly rising chakra condensed into a cyclone, swirling around him, forming a blue spherical air wave. Endless coldness flowed from his palms into the wooden man, from the head down, freezing most of the wooden man's body inch by inch.

Click——Click——

The ice elemental werewolf hugged the wooden man tightly, and the ice covered both of them, freezing them into a tall iceberg.

The camera zoomed out, and a copy of the Ninja Demon Fox was placed under the corner of the table...

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"Well! Let's take a look at the next one... The wife who sleeps with her husband has a personality breakdown. This style of painting is good, and it's the type I like. But it's a pity that it's not straight and black, so I give a bad review!"

"Go to hell————" Madara and Duke shouted at the same time.

"Susanoo..." Duke's mouth was bleeding. The pain in his chest and abdomen was far less than the doubts in his heart. Madara's Sharingan was borrowed, and there was only one of them. Why could he still open Susanoo? What about the prerequisite of having both eyes complete? I clearly asked Dead Fish Eyes to check the official information and remember every detail. Why did an unreasonable plot that exceeded the original work happen? Could it be that because of my intrusion, the plot went out of control... Duke kept holding the knife and slashing, his mind was turning over and over, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant.

"The fat otaku was smug, with a twisted smile on his face: Aha! You know what happens when you look down on me! It will be like this until dawn... This is the rest of your life, live with despair and hatred."

Duke's eyes were full of disbelief. The purple energy armor in front of him enveloped Madara, and each translucent rib was clearly visible.

“The heroine clenched the bed sheet with both hands, her long black hair stuck to her face with sweat, and she gasped with her cherry lips: Ah! Yame~~~Please let me go~~~~~I can’t take it anymore!”

The blade pierced through his body, and hot blood splashed on Ban's face. He stuck out his tongue and licked the blood into his mouth. His weak body fell to the ground, and he laughed in a low voice: "Too naive, boy! I thought you really knew a lot about the Kaleidoscope, but this is all!"

Is it the Genjutsu Eye or the Ninjutsu Eye? It can't be the Taijutsu Eye... Duke turned his mind and tried to think from Madara's perspective.

"I...thought you would use the power of the kaleidoscope..." Duke said in a weak voice. These few words seemed to take away all the strength in his body. After he finished speaking, he supported himself on the ground with his hands and could not lift his head.

The clones that rushed to Madara saw the black sticks all paused, and in the blink of an eye, they were stabbed to death by the black sticks. The remaining shadow clones quickly approached and launched a series of rapid attacks around Madara.

Duke had been waiting for a long time, and instantly jumped in front of Madara, holding the ice knife in both arms, and chopped towards Madara's head. Uchiha Madara raised his head, and the blood-filled Mangekyo moved fiercely, without dodging or evading, he raised the sickle in his hand and stabbed Duke's chest and abdomen, intending to die with him.

"Shadow Clone Technique!"

Madara stood up suddenly, spitting out blood, his Mangekyo degenerated into three magatama, and he swayed several times before he could stabilize himself. On his aging face, he had a triumphant smile: "Boy, it seems that I am one step ahead! What a pity, if you are really Hashirama, I am afraid I will be the loser. But I don't have much time, and there is no way I can be ugly!"

Seeing Uchiha Madara's tired look, Duke's eyes flashed with brilliance, and an inexplicable wave was injected into his feet and spread into the iceberg.

"cough--"

Madara picked up the sickle on the ground, hot red blood flowed down his eyelids, the kaleidoscope spun rapidly into a circle, and with a glance, the six shadow clones were suddenly nailed in mid-air, unable to move forward or backward, their eyeballs twitched slightly, but they couldn't even move a finger.

Dead Fish Eyes quickly flipped through a few pages, put down the comic, scratched his head and said, "No wonder the business has been so bad recently, the plot is a bit clichéd, and the style of painting is just average! So they are together in the finale, I really want to complain!"

The remaining six clones quickly moved together and attacked from six directions, piercing Madara's vital points with the ice knives in their hands.

"Old man, it looks like you're already weak!" Duke stood up and condensed an ice blade, holding it in one hand: "If you have any tricks, use them quickly, or you won't have a chance."

Duke pulled out the sickle from his body, knelt on the ground, and raised his face with resentment. The recovery power of the Sage Mode quickly repaired his wounds. The intense pain made it difficult for him to maintain his natural energy. The red eye shadow dissipated, and he exited the Sage Mode and spit out blood again.

"You are so cautious. It seems that you are not completely ignorant of the Mangekyō! The Uchiha people are really corrupt now. Even a kid from another race can know the secrets of our own race." Madara said with a secret hatred in his heart, shaking his head.

The dead fish eyes were filled with thick dark circles, and the mouth was muttering lines that sounded incomprehensible but impressive.

One of the clones was sharp-eyed. He picked up the black stick on the ground, jumped far away, took out the sealing scroll, and sealed the black stick made by Yin Yang Escape into it. The clone quickly left the battlefield and fled far away. After a few flashes, he disappeared at the end of the ice field.

Duke pursed his lips. He was indeed concerned about Madara's Mangekyo. In the original novel, Madara did not show the power of the Mangekyo, and he only released one illusion in the battle just now. Judging from the fact that Madara only installed one, the power of the Mangekyo was definitely the final trump card he left for himself.

Puff——time stopped at this moment.

Duke calculated the distance and time difference accurately, and was sure to kill the opponent before Madara, and the blade was faster and faster. Madara shouted angrily, stepped forward with one leg, and swung the sickle with all his strength.

“Narrator: Snap, snap—crack…crack!”

"Damn it, it's Tobirama's technique again!" Madara frowned, looked evilly at the shadow clone rushing towards him, dropped the sickle in his hand, and took out two sharp black sticks from his sleeves.

Black stick! The product of Yin-Yang escape technique, it contains the outer power of the Rinnegan. When inserted into another person's body, it will disrupt the chakra, and it is especially effective against the tailed beasts. It is not surprising that Madara has a black stick after opening the Rinnegan, but what Duke is puzzled about is that Madara, knowing that his physical skills are weak, would rather use the black stick to get close to him than use the Mangekyō.

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Even with the support of White Zetsu and Outer Path Demon Statue, Madara still couldn't beat Duke in physical skills. After a brief stalemate, he quickly fell into a disadvantage. Since ancient times, heroes are like beauties, and they are not allowed to have white hair in the world! No matter how unwilling Madara is to admit defeat, he can't resist the invasion of time. He is too old.

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An ice blade pierced through Uchiha Madara's chest from behind. Madara's eyes widened, and Duke's ice clone appeared on the ice behind him. This clone was created by injecting chakra into the ice when Madara was exhausted and distracted.

Duke wanted to take over the topic and try to get information about Madara's kaleidoscope, but he gave up after thinking it over. Madara had been hiding for decades in order to plan his plan, hiding alone in the dark underground. His mind was so strong that 99% of what he said would be false.

Uchiha Madara paused and adjusted his disordered breathing. After the fierce battle stopped, he realized that his forehead was already covered with sweat, the five fingers holding the sickle were stiff and white, and his limbs were more tired than ever before, making him want to fall asleep.

Duke's eyes widened, his hands holding the knife cracked, his skin and flesh exposed. The black death sickle sank into him, hot blood splattered, staining his chest and abdomen red, like a blooming blood lotus.

"The heroine flew into the clouds, fainted from shame and hatred..."

Black blood kept spitting out of the corners of Madara's mouth. Although his shadow clones were blown up from time to time, it was all in exchange for injuries. Duke could afford to waste time, but he couldn't hold on first. The White Zetsu he was wearing gradually cracked and fell off under the siege of the shadow clones. Finally, he stumbled and the black stick was kicked off by two clones.

What is the value of that kaleidoscope? Duke calmly accelerated his punches with his clone, leaving afterimages in front of and behind Madara like teleportation, and left as soon as they touched him, never greedily taking credit for anything.

Duke formed hand seals and released more than ten shadow clones. His real body mixed into the clones, intending to use the clones to test the minefield and see what was different about the Sharingan.

Duke raised his head and grinned: "My trump card..."

Madara has reached his limit! "Before you die, can you tell me how you would break the magic that is unique to the Mangekyo? I am so curious that I would risk my life for yours. What is your trump card?" Madara asked curiously, sitting cross-legged on the ground.

"It is indeed the ability of the Mangekyo, but it seems to be a little different from what you thought." Uchiha Madara coughed twice, stood in front of the dying Duke, and after a burst of rapid breathing, Susanoo dissipated and disappeared on its own.

Puff————

It was still the Golden Binding Illusion! The six clones were unable to break free from the illusion and all turned into white smoke and disappeared. Madara covered his eyes and knelt on the ground, breathing heavily, using the Mangekyō to increase his physical exhaustion.

Duke hid in the shadow clone, looking at the black stick in Madara's hand thoughtfully.

"You are deliberately speeding up the pace of the battle and then disrupting my breath... Are you afraid because of the Sharingan?" Sweat flowed down his old wrinkles, and Madara's tone gradually became oppressive, as if making the air around him become heavy and stagnant again, and a pressure gradually spread.

Gintama world!

Madara tightly grasped the ice blade, his palms were red, he moved his mouth but couldn't utter a word. The three magatama Sharingan rotated, and just as it was about to merge into one and open the Mangekyo, the blade on his chest was twisted hard, he spat out a large mouthful of blood, and the three magatama stopped rotating.

"I forgot to introduce myself. I'm actually a medical ninja..." Duke dragged his anemic body and created two shadow clones to heal him. As the clones treated him, his pale face gradually turned red. He took out hemostatic pills and blood-replenishing pills from his tool bag and swallowed them all in one gulp. Although this did not allow him to recover immediately, he was finally out of danger.

"You moved your internal organs to avoid the vital parts, used yourself as bait, tricked me into letting my guard down, and then launched the final blow. Boy, you really dared..." For some reason, perhaps it was a flash of inspiration, Uchiha Madara spoke very quickly with a hint of admiration in his eyes. The scene in front of him was very similar to his last stand with Senju Hashirama.

"You talk too much nonsense. Say your last words in hell!" Duke was afraid that something might happen later, so his ice clone pulled out the ice knife and slashed again, cutting off the infusion tube on Madara's back. Afraid that Madara would not die, he gave him another freezing punch at the back of his heart.

(End of this chapter)