This blasted system!

Madara ignored the shocked members of the Beggars Union, his focus solely on the thugs in front of him. One of Madara's hands gripped a half-conscious thug by the collar, dragging him further inside the Inn, With a careless toss, Madara released the thug, who fell to the floor like a lifeless sack. Whether he was dead or alive remained unknown.

Stepping over the mountain of bodies he had just thrown in, Madara made his way towards the counter of the inn.

He took a seat, choosing one of the many unoccupied chairs, and reached for a jug of beer.

Gulp Gulp Gulp

With a series of gulps, he downed the mug like a thirsty horse who hadn't drank water in days.

Burppp

A loud burp escaped his lips as he wiped his mouth with his sleeve, placing the empty mug back on the counter.

"The alcohol in this world is pitiful," Madara muttered, a touch of disdain in his voice. "But at least this body's thirst has been quenched."

The members of the Beggars Union stared at Madara, their expressions a mix of shock and disbelief. They found it hard to comprehend what they were witnessing.

Finally, one of the members couldn't bear the silence any longer. He spoke up, his voice filled with defiance. "Oi, shit face! Who do you think you are, barging into our base and touching our--"

Whooooshh

Before the man could finish his sentence, a black object flew through the air, causing the wind to shriek, it striked him squarely on the forehead.

A loud boom echoed through the inn as the man dropped dead, blood flowing from his forehead. His eyes remained wide open, frozen in a state of shock. His eyes spoke as though it still wondered how he had just died.

"Noisy," Madara remarked nonchalantly, not even bothering to look at the man he had just killed with his kunai. "You should be honored. You are my first kill since coming to this world."

The system in Madara's mind emitted a series of notification sounds, but he paid them no mind. He still had a heap of points to gain in a minute.

However at this moment, the table in the corner of the inn exploded into smithereens as Han Zheng, the boss of the Beggars Union, stood up menacingly. Anger and arrogance burned in his eyes.

"Who are you?!" Han Zheng shouted, his voice filled with fury. "You dare to kill my men! I'll skin you alive!"

"What are you all waiting for?!" Han Zheng bellowed, rallying his men. "Attack this brat! The first to kill him will be rewarded with 500 spirit stones!"

Han Zheng's words spurred his men into action. Over fifty individuals rushed towards Madara, causing the inn to tremble under the weight of their footsteps. Tables and chairs were hurled in Madara's direction, and the sound of breaking glass filled the air.

Without a second thought, Madara stood up from his seat and casually jumped onto the counter of the inn. As the horde of men closed in on him, Madara squatted briefly before launching himself over the crowd, landing behind them.

Moving swiftly, Madara retrieved the kunai from the man he had just killed. All of this happened in a matter of seconds. The rear of the horde was left unguarded, an open invitation to Madara.

Never turn your back to a tiger!

With lightning-fast movements, Madara went on a stabbing spree. Each strike of his kunai found its mark on the vital areas of his opponents. A massive battle erupted between Madara and the members of the Beggars Union.

One man against fifty.

***

Huff, huff, huff.

Madara breathed heavily, realizing that he had underestimated the enemies before him. He had already taken care of over thirty members of the Beggars Union, he had long gotten used to the notifications from the system.

However at this moment a huge standstill was in place between Madara and the the Union.

" This body is too weak! I still need time to adjust to fighting with this body. " Madara inwardly thought as he tried to get his breath back.

However although Madara was injured, an injured tiger was still a tiger!

Despite his injuries, Madara remained a formidable opponent. The remaining members of the Beggars Union looked on in absolute horror. They were too scared to take another step forward.

This youth before them was a monster. His every move displayed extreme efficiency, as if he were a killing machine who knew every weakness they possessed. No matter what attack they attempted, he countered with a killing blow. No matter how many times they struck him with their swords, he parried with impeccable defense, using a mere kunai.

One member of the Beggars Union, awestruck by Madara's martial prowess, whispered to his comrade, "Are you sure he's from the slums? I'm worried that even the town guards, who are at least at the Qi formation realm, don't possess the same level of martial arts as this guy."

"That's insane! Those guards have been training in martial arts for over thirty years at the minimum. This kid can't be more than thirteen years old. Are you crazy?" the comrade responded, dismissing the notion as ridiculous.

"Fuck, where did this kid show up from?" the member muttered in disbelief.

Madara finally caught his breath, his attention drawn to a certain corner of the inn. The small fry in front of him held no interest.

" That big imbecile doesnt seem to want to participate just yet, hes probably trying to ware me down by using his henchmen. That guy seems to be the boss of these guys, he will definitely be able to provide me with some more answers about this world im in, ill take these trash out in front of me first and then move in to that big guy. "

With that being said, gripping his kunai tightly, Madara rushed towards the already worn-out members of the Beggars Union. They braced themselves and launched their attacks simultaneously.

Boom, boom!

An intense fight, unlike anything witnessed in the slums before, ensued. Madara rampaged through the remaining members, blood and bits of teeth flying through the air as he massacred them. No matter how hard they fought, he seemed to counter with perfection.

Of course, he would. They weren't fighting a nameless thirteen-year-old youth. They were fighting an old monster's soul, possessing unmatched taijutsu knowledge. At the tender age of eleven, Madara had fought and defeated adult Senju Clan warriors.

If not for his current weak and injured body, the fight would have been over in less than ten seconds.

Madara swiftly and methodically killed each and every member of the Beggars Union, leaving only one scrambling for his life on the floor, blood pouring from his neck.

"Boss Han Zheng! Save me, please! We can't beat him. He's going to kill me! I'll give you all the money I've earned. Just please, save me! I beg of you, BOSS!"

The begging member clutched his punctured neck, his consciousness slipping away. Madara, a cold-blooded killer, felt no excitement at the dying man's desperate pleas. Just as Madara was about to deliver the final blow to put the man out of his misery, a large shadow flashed before him.

Surprised, Madara looked up, only to witness the man's head being smashed like a watermelon. Brain matter seeped through the wooden boards of the Inn's floor.

"Give me your money? Ha! As if a lowly beggar like you could have money that would entice me! And you dare to beg for your life?" Han Zheng sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. He ruthlessly smashed his comrade's head into pieces, even after the man had died, continuing to ridicule him.

Madara watched the gruesome scene unfold before him without any reaction. This was nothing compared to the atrocities he had witnessed during the Shinobi World Wars. He himself had committed his fair share of gruesome kills.

"He's quite fast for his size. I'll need to be careful fighting him. If he lands a hit on me, even if I don't die, a few bones in my body will break," Madara thought, analyzing Han Zheng's movements. He took on a fighting stance, carefully planning his next move. This time, he had to be cautious.

Without uttering a word, Han Zheng threw a heavy punch towards Madara, the force of it landing dead on.

BOOM!

Madara crossed his arms in an attempt to block the punch, but the impact was so powerful that it sent him flying several dozen meters. He crashed into the wall of the inn, breaking the tiles with the force of the impact.

Han Zheng smiled menacingly as he approached Madara, who lay on the floor buried amidst the fragments of the wall.

However, unbeknownst to Han Zheng, Madara was feigning unconsciousness, waiting for the opportune moment to strike. But at that moment, Madara's brow furrowed as the dreaded system bombarded him with voices. This was the last thing he wanted to hear.

Distracted by the voices, Madara failed to realize that Han Zheng was standing right before him. He had missed his chance for an opening attack.

"Blasted machine! Once I find your creator, I'll skin him alive alongside you!" Madara inwardly cursed.

However, the system seemed to take offense at Madara's words. The next second, an incorporeal blue parrot appeared in the air above Madara's body.

"Chirp, chirp, hey hey hey! Han Zheng, Han Zheng! You big donkey, the kid under me is faking it! He's not unconscious, he's going to kill you! Hurry, attack him before he does! Chirp, chirp!" the parrot exclaimed.

Han Zheng stood there in utter bewilderment. Where did the parrot come from? And why could it talk? He slapped himself to check if he was dreaming, but if the words the parrot spoke were true, he had to strike Madara now!

Without a second thought, Han Zheng brought his mountain-like leg crashing down on Madara's head.

BOOM!