Madara vs. Jogo II

A/N: [ Hey guys. I hope we're all doing great. I announced on my Marvel ff that I might be going on a temporary hiatus, and I might be doing so for this ff as well. I wrote this chapter yesterday so please enjoy.]

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"It's been a while since I saw a Special Grade cursed spirit." Madara smiled cockily, as a golden katana materialized in his hands. Jogo glanced at his arm that had been neatly cleared off with blood dripping all over, as shock appeared on his face.

He hadn't even been able to react to it, not to talk of trying to dodge the attack. Slowly, the flesh on his shoulder began to wriggle and soon, a new arm materialized which made him let out a small smile.

"Don't underestimate me brat! You're going to die today." Jogo smiled and got into a stance, while keeping his eyes on Madara.

"You know, apparently, we're both classified as Special Grade, but I can end you right now if I wanted to..." Madara smiled and slashed the katana forward.

"Boom!!" Instantaneously, Jogo's body was slashed into two, along with a huge chunk of the land. "Cursed Technique: Space time reversal." Madara smiled lightly and waved his hand.

The next moment, time itself began to moonwalk back into a few moments ago, as Jogo's body was restored, along with the destroyed parts of the road.

"You!!!" Jogo had a frightened look on his face. His body shuddered, and he took several steps back in fear. No illusion could ever replicate the cold embrace of death.

"My thoughts exactly." Madara sighed. "Anyway, instead of finishing you off in one move, let's have a little fun shall we? It's been a while since I found a good punching bag." Madara smiled, before mysteriously vanishing. Jogo instantly panicked and immediately tried to run, however, Madara materialized before him in a flash of golden light, before a punch was thrown out.

"Boom!!" The punch smashed into Jogo's chest, accompanied by a massive surge of red and black lightning. He was hurled like a rocket, as he smashed into multiple trees in a forest near the road.

"You dare toy with me!!!" Jogo's mouth was foaming with blood, as he got out from the crater his body had formed.

He immediately opened his palm; a small mass of incredibly condensed larva formed, as he blasted toward Madara at full speed.

Upon reaching Madara's position, he stretched his palm, before the ball of magma exploded into a massive flame shower.

However, before he could even react, Madara reappeared a few meters behind him, before unleashing a heavy kick which sent Jogo flying into the distance.

Jogo was smashed into a small river, causing waves. He immediately stood up and coughed out blood from his mouth. The next moment, Madara reappeared once more, as both of them engaged in close combat.

"Boom! Boom!" The weight of their blows sent huge shockwaves around while the ground ruptured. Madara had a small smile on his face, and with every attack Jogo unleashed, he erupted with twice the force for his counterattack.

'What sort of fighting style is this?! His cursed energy seems to superimpose on every attack, making each attack twice as strong as the former!!! Who the hell is this guy?!!' Jogo roared out in his mind, seeing as he was getting thrown back several meters with Madara's every punch and kick.

He was completely outclassed in every aspect; Strength, Speed, Cursed energy manipulation and Cursed Technique. His distraction only made matters worse, as Madara being an experienced fighter grasped the opening and unleashed a terrifying 520 degree taekwondo kick which hurled the volcano head Cursed Spirit flying several meters as his body broke through several trees.

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'Don't do it Jogo, you'll die.' Jogo lied in a massive crater, as Kenjaku's words flashed in his mind. "Oi, don't tell me that's all you have, I was just getting started.." Suddenly a ridiculing chuckle rang out, as Madara appeared, his body unharmed and levitating in the sky, his clothes clean and unwrinkled. It was as if Jogo hadn't even been able to touch the helm of his clothes.

Jogo propped himself up with his arms and wiped the blood off his mouth. "Don't get cocky brat, you might be strong, but there are beings out there even more terrifying than you are.." Jogo said with a small smile.

"Oh? That's weird coming from you. I still can't believe something like you is classified Special Grade. What a bummer." Madara ridiculed as a smile formed on his face.

"Don't underestimate me brat!!!...I'm going to enjoy swallowing up that smug face of yours!!!!!" Jogo immediately roared out in anger; larva immediately burst out of his ears and the top of his head while he glared at Madara murderously.

"Domain Expansion....." Bringing both of his palms into a unique hand seal, he uttered, and in a burst of immense amounts of cursed energy, a massive domain spanning about a 10km radius formed and immediately trapped Madara within. Inside of the domain was like a world of Larva, like the domain of the God of flames himself.

"Coffin of the iron mountain!..." Jogo said with a murderous smile. Meanwhile, Madara was unimpressed, as his golden green eyes scanned Jogo's domain.

"I think this domain fits you perfectly. It's an expression of how weak you are." Madara chuckled and said. "Let me show you what is the truth and the height of Jujutsu Sorcerery." Madara smiled and raised his hand.

"There won't even be ashes of your body left, Uchiro Madara!!!!! " Jogo roared out and swept his hand forward. Immediately, immense amount of larva that could possibly drown an entire country burst towards Madara, in an attempt to drown him.

However in the next moment, a seemingly infinite amount of cursed energy burst out of Madara's body in waves. Immediately, the ocean of larva that was attempting to swallow Madara was instantly overshadowed. Jogo's Domain was forcefully torn apart, and his body was transported through time and space to what looked like the nexus between multiple parallel universes in the deep expanse of the primal chaos.

Jog was completely stunned and blown away, as he saw what looked like multiple versions of the same worlds existing together, and at the center of the nexus was a massive, towering hourglass which seemed to encompass the totality of time itself. Beneath it flower a golden river, and near the river was a golden throne.

On that throne, Madara sat with his eyes filled with ridicule, as he glanced at Jogo as if he was an annoying ant.

"....Nexus of Reality." Madara's cold voice sounded out, with his legs crossed over his throne. His body was now garbed in a long golden robe as he glanced at Jogo with indifference. "What....i-is-this?" Jogo's face at this point was laced with horror. He had never seen anything like this in his life, and the threat of death loomed over his head.